Two old men sit in a small kitchen in Kensington, both in their eighties. They are making the final plans for a blockbuster exhibition in Paris, sharing their passion for art like teenagers.
“It’s going to be stunning,” says David Hockney, 87, still a fighting force in a wheelchair, a nurse by his side. He is chatting with the legendary curator Sir Norman Rosenthal, 80, a bit wobbly himself and recovering from cancer. Both, however, have minds that crackle with wit, wonder and vim.
