Indebtedness

I was mucking around photographing the boys and their dog today, standing above them as though I were Annie Leibovitz and they were John and Yoko, and coincidentally just a few minutes later read of an exhibition of her work opening in Sydney, which just may be worth the admission price if not the cost of travel.

I thought it might be worth a visit to see if I can figure out how she:

a) managed to keep the chair leg out of shot

and

b) was able to rack up a mere $24million in almost unsecured debt before someone realised she may not be able to pay it back and grabbed what they could.

Both of these things take her a level approaching immortality in my eyes.