He accepted his award, for instance, dressed as "Claire," his alter ego, in a purple satin baby-doll dress with appliquéd rabbits and a green bow and wearing bobby socks with his red patent leather pumps. He stood between his wife, a psychotherapist who was also wearing a dress designed by him, and his 11-year-old daughter, Florence. The latter was present in spite of public warnings that certain of the exhibits were unsuitable viewing for children under 16 . . . "I'm not trying to do art to shock," says Perry.
You play it for laughter, then? The unshockable James Bowman dissects Britain's Turner Prize for art in National Review Online.