It is my favourite time of day as it marks the transition from the utilitarian hours of daylight to something else - to something of infinite possibility (i.e. guilt-free pints). Time to turn off the computer, socialise, enjoy a drink, see a film, play, eat, meet a friend, relax, pour another drink. After a busy day it feels like a reward for success. Some days it comes too soon, and it makes me fret over the day's failures. But either way, twilight is the one part of the day that seems to give more than it takes. Like Vegas in reverse.
As such my thoughts are carried back to my most recent Vegas-meets-twilight experience at the V&A show, Twilight: Photography in the Magic Hour. Upon walking in you are immediately enveloped by the enchanting world of manufactured twilight that all sense of reality is shed (like slots for a gallery geek). The show depicts eight top-notch contemporary photographers' works, showing scenes from the hour of twilight - including some stand-outs from Gregory Crewdson (shown here) which satisfyingly feel like Twin Peaks crossed with Edward Hopper.
I know much of the art intelligentsia considers photography too popular and easily digestible. They say there is too little of a filter between our lives and the moments on view. But why does popular have to be bad? Making the sublime identifiable - where's the travesty? The V&A should introduce the Twilight show with an MGM lion. Life's a movie. We're the script. Enjoy the show.
Oh, and the new V&A cafe recently re-opened and serves up top-notch nosh including a full roast (and live pianist) on Sunday. The style is somewhere between Carluccio's and William Morris. Worth a trip on its own.
Twilight Until Dec 17
V&A, Cromwell Road, London, SW7