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From: Vestan Pance Category: Art Date: 02 December 2008 Time: 06:01 AM Review: Just as the trouser world concedes to accord, along comes a maverick sporting a dashing pair of pink dubloons, Mark Leckey has won the Turner Prize against such opposition as three very striking contestants who all refuse to wear the trousers of Mr Leckey. It would be unsporting to suggest that Mr Leckey's dress code involves a very wide parish of concepts, some of which centre on the idea of "taste" and by definition "tasteful" or "tasteless", the pink dubloons rise up and snarl in the face of Hirst's insistence on mercantile base diffusion. Mr Leckey poses with magenta drainpipes, he is the very dragon of British Art and can whip up a storm as he sashays down Kingsland Road causing traffic chaos. It would be an act of great insousiancey for Sir Herbert Beerbohm Fry to invite the young whippersnapper up to Norfolk and introduce the bohemian character to the producers of his Country Lawyer situation comedy, where upon the blinkered locals could play havoc with the bearded, golden haired beauty's creative sensibilities, much in the vein of the Midsomer Murders; similar to some degree with the aformentioned East Anglian production.