Let the reruns begin

Having received the first batch of photos from the Collusions Festival last week (from Lisa), I thought maybe we could take one of those strolls through the good-old-days like the way they do on day 14 of the Olympics, or day 14 of Wimbledon, or...right, you get the idea...a tear in the corner of the eye, a contented sigh for battles fought and tragedies overcome, all set to an austere fanfare by John Williams.

There will be no John Williams for this stroll.

We'll start off today with some photos of our first collective visit to the now infamous second floor of the Zhou Gallery back in that time just a cold, lifeless warehouse.

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