Julian Opie

In my frustration at missing my flight and assuming that it was a pretty simple hotel I had asked for the best room. They had given me the suite at the very top of the hotel. At first I swore under my breath struggling up the stairs with all my bags but the rooms were great, like a separate little beach house on the roof of the hotel. There were windows all around the living room overlooking the darkening sea. The walls were hung with photographs of Stavanger as it used to be at the turn of the century, each one with an explanation of what had changed since then. I settled down with my book on the wrap around sixties sofa.