Mark Glazebrook talks to Sandy Nairne, who explains why the NPG is part of the life of London
David Piper, director of the National Portrait Gallery 1964–67, was a brilliant historian and museum director who, while writing a book called The English Face, found that there’s no such thing. It vanished like the smile on Lewis Carroll’s Cheshire cat.
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