Sarah Lucas, Human Toilet II, 1996

The academic who was to open the Professor A. Katz Memorial Evening wore her best dress. Elizabeth Woolacott was a large-boned, energetic woman. The dress, from an Oxfam shop, was antique gold velvet in sumptuous folds of burnish and tarnish. Before the start of proceedings she hurried to the ladies’ lavatory. She was holding her notes and a glass half full of white wine. She placed both objects on the ledge over the washbasins, entered a compartment and hiked up the dress, showing a bush of black, wiry pubic hair. She pissed, wiped and pulled the chain. The dress fell back to mid-calf. She abandoned the wineglass, retrieved the notes and made her way to the lecture hall, whooping in mezzo-soprano to a colleague.

Short story: ‘The Professor A Katz Memorial Evening’ by Laura Del-Rivo
Sarah Lucas, Human Toilet II, 1996

The academic who was to open the Professor A. Katz Memorial Evening wore her best dress. Elizabeth Woolacott was a large-boned, energetic woman. The dress, from an Oxfam shop, was antique gold velvet in sumptuous folds of burnish and tarnish.

Before the start of proceedings she hurried to the ladies’ lavatory. She was holding her notes and a glass half full of white wine. She placed both objects on the ledge over the washbasins, entered a compartment and hiked up the dress, showing a bush of black, wiry pubic hair. She pissed, wiped and pulled the chain. The dress fell back to mid-calf.

She abandoned the wineglass, retrieved the notes and made her way to the lecture hall, whooping in mezzo-soprano to a colleague.

Short story: ‘The Professor A Katz Memorial Evening’ by Laura Del-Rivo