Valencia, in my mind, is famous for three things, Paella, the worst Grand Prix ever, and of course Lladro, the world’s finest porcelain.
Now Paella bores the pants off me whenever I am given it, mounds of inedible Spanish rice interspersed with dodgy looking mussels, prawns of a dubious age and clams that a good sledge hammer couldn’t open, as for the Grand Prix well we all realised that was shite the first time we saw it, and they say the Monaco one is boring? Now apart from the amazing spectacle of Las Fallas, when the good people of Valencia do their damnedest to burn down the city every March, the only decent thing to come out of Valencia is the wonderful porcelain of Lladro.
Which brings me neatly to the Belle de Nuit exhibition of the latest Ladro works at the Poligono Gallery Projects in Marbella this week.
Of course, as is the Marbella way, the guests poured through the ample doors of the gallery eager to toast themselves with a free glass of bubbly and the odd thing on a stick, although thankfully for Lladro I did spot several Russian ogliarch deciding which pieces would look best in their new Marbella mansion. Mne nravitsya, Mne nravitsya, I could hear ringing round the gallery, I like I like…
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