There's something about urban glamour that can quicken the heart.
A few years ago, I had a solo show in Zurich that was all about London, and London women.
I was recently reminded of this painting when I looked out of a train window and saw the lights of Canary Wharf. There was the famous silhouette of One Canada Square, glittering against the sky.
I haven't actually been to Canary Wharf for ages – I have a vague memory of windswept plazas and a cooling bag of McDonald's fries, but that's another story for another time.
Let's indulge in a fantasy of diamonds, limousines and exotic cocktails instead...