Some photographs taken at the Victoria and Albert Museum, London. What I love most about the V and A is that unlike other museums (the British Museum, say) which attempt to organise the collection as a cohesive, navigable whole, a directory rooted at the front gate, the V and A overwhelms the visitor with the vastness of the world. It's a maze to get lost in, more like a palace of memory than a filing cabinet, more like life. Best recollection: Walking down a dark corridor that had once been used for a stained glass exhibit but no abandoned, and spying through a hole in the wall where glass once was a courtyard filled with densely decorated three storey towers. And as close as we were, it took twenty minutes to actually find our way into it. A Gormenghast of a museum.