It’s like a private viewing. Like someone’s slipped us the keys to the gallery.
It’s intimate. It’s exclusive. It’s unforgettable.
Time slows.
We’re up close. Face to face with them They’re practically leaning toward us. Whispering their secrets.
Elizabeth I and Shakespeare and Virginia Woolf and Winston Churchill and David Bowie and…
Just us. And them. And Marc. No rush. No melee. No elbows. The crowds have melted into the night.
The National Portrait Gallery on a Friday night – when the light is soft and the rooms feel like secret chambers – it’s a magic casement that’s swung open.
Runs this Friday (August 23) at 6 pm.