Tracey Emin Enjoys Balls

I think the closest I have been to Tracey Emin was spending a sleepless night on a camp bed in the third floor back of 25 Fournier Street, Spitalfields, nearly thirty years ago. Both Tracey and I have come a long way since then, without ever meeting.

At that time the building was pretty run down and I remember bumping into some artistic types in the basement kitchen which was painted blue. For all I know one of them may have been Tracey Emin, I just do not remember.

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