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the low quality photo of a giant pleather foot that you always wanted (ADAM Design Museum, Brussels) As a big fan of the sound of my own voice I thought I'd treat the internet to it as well (in typed form). I keep going to exhibitions (temporary, permanent, immersive, stiflingly quiet, paid, free, pretentious, low-key...) in museums and galleries of every kind, and having many thoughts. I am obviously very interested in the content of these exhibitions - personally, a bit of twentieth century British photography or some colonialism in visual form will always brighten up a rainy afternoon - but I also do love looking at how it's all put together. There is something delicious about the slickness of the Tate Modern, but on some days its matte white walls and lack of daylight are unbearably claustrophobic. Sometimes I love the picture gallery at Weston Park Museum in Sheffield with its idiosyncratic Victorian hang, but other days it gives me the urge to Marie Kondo the whol...