It may be pouring rain in Central London, but the chance to get up-close-and-personal with a beautiful array of Vietnamese handicrafts - created by artisans from tribal communities and using time-honoured techniques - is an opportunity that simply couldn’t be overlooked.

The fact that Wes Anderson carved out a niche so instantly familiar and enduring absolutely is something to celebrate in an otherwise bland, cookie-cutter movie landscape, and that’s precisely the impetus and drive behind Wes Anderson: The Archives.

The Burrell Collection fits squarely into one of my all-time favourite categories of museum, which is ‘Victorian gentleman with more time and money than sense collects random artefacts from around the world’. As such, The Burrell Collection sits happily alongside Pitt Rivers in Oxford and The Horniman or Wellcome Collection in London, a treasure trove of the beautiful and bizarre.

Whether you’re profoundly acquainted with the work and output of Cecil Beaton or not, the impact and influence he had over the visual idioms and vocabulary of the 20th century means his work remains utterly recognisable.

Dirty Looks: Desire and Decay in Fashion, currently hosted within the environs of The Barbican’s postmodern brutalist magnificence, isn’t an exhibition of gothic fashion in the literal sense, but it most definitely occupies the same dark corners of culture. The good news? It’s absolutely fantastic.

Gilbert and George sift through absolutely everything in their search for visual and poetic impact: overheard whispers of conversation are transmuted into raw material. Graffitied filth on toilet walls acts as an unfiltered call to arms, politics with its trousers down. By refusing to discard anything as evidence, they’re left with a bricolage that speaks of more than the sum of its parts.