Enter into my clam-like clutches, my pretty…
Scaly, disgusting eel. Museum-goers slither in and out, seemingly unaware.
It’s not only me…
… a rusty spaceship crash-landed on the edge of the city.
Oliver Wainwright, The Guardian
It is a tyrannical hulk of a thing, its gargantuan grey shell wrenched to and fro as if battered by an intergalactic skirmish, sooty scorch marks burnt across its crumpled mass.
Jean Nouvel boycotts opening of his Paris concert hall.