I grew up believing thatDavid Hockney’s iconic painting A Bigger Splash was all about contrast: between the static, orderly background and the seemingly uncontrolled “splash”, which, by the way, was carefully painted with tiny brushstrokes. Alright, good enough.
When I broke up with my ex, I hit Bond Streetand got myself the most expensive shoes I’ve ever had. You think that’s crazy? At least I’m not like that girl who, after splitting up with a lover, crashed her car into a bridge. Just for the kicks, apparently.