Following a Kafkaesque path down to the vaguely named ‘Party Room’ of Trinity’s grim Wolfson building, prospective buyers were not met with a typical art gallery. Or by a space that looked like anything was intended to be seen. But then I quite liked that – this wasn’t an ‘exhibition’, but a warehouse sale, with pieces tacked up only until they found someone willing to buy them.

The photographs which made up most of the merchandise were hung up on clothes rails which made sifting through them feel like a quiet day at TK Maxx, but also suggested works-in-progress hanging in a darkroom: a fitting place to find the work of artists-in-progress.

Some of the pieces’ derivative nature was only to be expected from young part-time practitioners. There was a nice collage in the synthetic cubist vain and a couple Warhol imitations superimposing Obama’s face onto dancing silhouettes over garish backgrounds with political, anti-political or ironical intent, presumably. Some of the work to be seen looked like standard  art-teacher-at-middle-ranking-girls’-school-led GCSE fare. Some pieces, consequently – a series of misty little prints roughly dotted around on surfaces for the viewer to handle, highlighting their delicacy – stood out with keen subtlety.

But photography’s the medium to which the artist-student has apparently laced itself. Pretty prints of pretty people and places provided the mainstay.In some cases I was hard-pressed to differentiate between the artwork on display here and your average snaps of sunsets, old buildings or moody looking trendies. Some caught a very nice atmosphere – many would look elegant bound on a coffee table, many would also be happily set as a desktop background.

But it was, as the venue advertised, ‘Affordable’. Looking at a pretty person you don’t know on your wall is probably worth £7, all things considered. And judging by the number of red dots even early on Saturday afternoon, there is, apparently, a very much extant art market. That, in this climate, is encouraging.