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I had been looking forward to the exhibition at the Tate Modern perhaps more than any other exhibition ever. Given that I still had two days left of my weekly train ticket, it made sense to pop up again today to see it, better still than Mum wanted to come too.

A good exhibition it was too (though I can't say I'm a fan of Daido's work) although oh how it made me wish I was more confident in sticking my camera in people's faces when walking the streets.