Tracey Emin’s Bed reloaded
May I direct you this Friday to a smart feature idea I wish I’d had myself? Both Jill and I have discussed Tracey Emin’s iconic My Bed here before, with Real Reveals of our own chaotic bedsides. Actually, true to form I think Jill’s was pretty respectable and mine was a mound of half-read books.
Hip, whip-smart online mag The Debrief is aimed at urban twenty-somethings. I read it most days, for ‘research’. Their idea was to ask women of Generation Rent to share their own bedside-selfies, to analyse the differences between being a twenty-something today and in the 1990s, when Emin’s My Bed was (un)made.
Some of the differences are obvious – today’s mobile phones and tablets would have been a pile of 10ps for the phone box and a Yellow Pages pre-2000. Some are amusing details – who wears nude 10 denier tights these days? And some surprising – no contraception visible for the women born post-1985. It’s a great article. Go and read the rest. Then for God’s sake, make your bed. x
I’m afraid that seeing T. Emin’s bed is nothing compared to the chaos and destruction that can be caused by accidentally locking your greyhound/whippet cross in a bedroom and then the ‘phone in there rings. My “Grippet” Robbie is particularly fond of going into a running and jumping frenzy at the sound of a ring tone, a teenager he is not, but leaves all other efforts of same and even rock stars looking like the work of lightweights.