The last book I read…
I’m currently reading Dune.

The last series I binged…
Blue Eye Samurai on Netflix.

The last item I added to my wardrobe…
I recently got an amazing jade green silk top and skirt from a Samuel Guì Yang sample sale.

The last meal I cooked…
a Thai green curry.

The last holiday I went on…
was to Tinos. I had an exhibition on the Greek island last summer with Kirki, a nomadic gallery that specialises in curating exhibitions in the Cyclades.

The last song I listened to…
Long Road Home by Caroline Polachek.

The last app I downloaded…
It was a driving theory app.

The last account I followed on Instagram…
@Carlos_Ishikawa, a gallery in London.

The last restaurant I ate in…
Dilara, a Uyghur restaurant near Finsbury Park.

The last beauty product I finished…
A CeraVe moisturiser.

The last great piece of advice I was given…
Bring an umbrella.

The last photo I took…
is a picture of my boyfriend’s cat. He’s a very fluffy British long-hair.

The last gift I gave…
I made my boyfriend a pair of plasma-cut, stainless-steel bedside tables. 

The last time I felt starstruck…
I’m currently in an exhibition curated by Marcelle Joseph at Vitrine Gallery, where I’m showing work alongside Japanese artist Mariko Mori, whose practice I’ve admired for a long time.

The last day I felt perfectly at peace…
I had a pretty peaceful Sunday; I went for a walk and read for the remainder of the day.

The last promise I made…
I promised to not watch Shōgun without my boyfriend. 

The last thing people would guess about me…
I used to play the trumpet!