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By Anderson Gill Image by Presha Mehta I had only just walked into the exhibition gallery when I felt the subtle apprehension of being watched. It lingered while I milled around the portraits in the first room, spying on the friends in Lunch looking at a phone, and the Man with Face Creams and Phone Plug looking down at his belongings. Each subject I passed was enveloped in their own locus until I stopped in front of The Bar on East 13th. A person (seemingly male) stands behi

Curated by eleven students on the MA in Curating the Art Museum at the Courtauld Institute of Art and hosted by Somerset House,...