This series of a woman frolicking with a skeleton, hanging in the private room to the right of the 3F toilet, is probably printed from vintage photographs taken in Europe before the Second World War. I first visited Prague in 1986, when the government was still communist, before the separation of the Czech Republic and Slovakia. One night while walking, mesmerised by the dark and fantastic city blocks recalling the Brothers Quay Street of Crocodiles, I found a second-hand bookshop and amongst a pile of books, these folio prints. I wasn’t looking for such a thing, so perhaps destiny delivered it to me. The motif of skeletons and nude women playing together makes me think of our inevitable deaths, a memento mori effusing the smell of decadent early-20C European culture between the two world wars. A hundred or so years since the pictures were taken, they still speak of our future.