Her silver heels are like knives, her working costume is tauter than a second skin, and, when she straddles the Pod, as if planning to havekittens with it, the only one not to notice is poor old Batman.
By the end of my visit I would have been happy to see photographs of kittens or even some grandiloquent paintings by Julian Schnabel, anything not so proud of being self-referential and small time.