At the Selfridges Hotel, I thought I'd be stepping into some gold leafed suit - didn't expect a stripped down, warehouse-like shell.
The Museum's done a job, in curating 3 huge different spaces as well as taking over most of the stores windows.
The show continues downstairs, in a labyrinth of rooms displaying over 400 pieces by self-taught artists, many with disabilities. Despite the militant door woman lecturing me about taking pics, I'm throwing this up - partly to spite her, mainly cos it says a lot about our world!
Although Frieze is over the exhibition at Selfridges is on until the 25th.