ICA Experiences Lower Gallery
As I stanced a-wondering, I chanced apon a glance meandering, closing, wilting, our gazes met, a fixing, a splash of colour in a city of grey
happened: Oct 98	by: John Staveley
I was a young student new to London. I visited the ICA having been told it was one of the "cool" places to go. After wandering around a rather confusing and now unmemorable exhib, the Lower Gallery door was suddenly opened and I spied a table invitingly laid with full wine glasses. Taking a chance, I joined the crowd and was taken aback by blinding flashbulbs. The blonde chap at the table sweetly offered me a glass of wine and then I realized I was being photographed next to Andy Warhol ! My 15 secs. of fame. His exhib. really was "cool".
happened: 1974	by: Lee Kellgren
walking amongst apparently stolen beauty amongst the hanging coats consumed and confused by the absence of normal retail patterns
happened: may 1999 (I think)	by: andrew greenhill
I remember leaving the cafe towards the entrance to get some reading matter .I wanted to sit and read the ICA catalogue while I was sitting alone...eating. After I'd grabbed the literature, I went to return to the cafe and the door was closed; with an iron bar slid into its slots keeping me out. There was a woman, saying no. I said please and wined and pouted my best. She gave in, turned and started to lift the iron bar from its slots. I saw how heavy it was supported by her skinny arms. I felt guilty for making her lift that thing twice....my pouting should be reserved for higher goals......but dinner was good.....and I was glad to have "done" the ICA during my first 2 week visit to London from the US.
happened: 24/2/99	by: alyssa dee krauss