The tall towers of Wapping
Hydraulic Power station loom imposingly over the road but still you would be
forgiven if you passed right by the entrance to the latest Annie Leibovitz
exhibition. The only giveaway is the light grey flag hanging majestically from
one of said red brick towers, fluttering in the light breeze. There’s no mass
of crowds nor are there the usual logistical annoyances to enter an exhibition.
A quick chat to a security guard, a downing of the coffee, a few steps down
what appears to be an old fire escape and you find yourself immediately in the
heart of the exhibition.
