The headline statement? It’s a quote from a female model, slash musician, slash artist, whose name I forget. I read it in an interview a week ago. As a model, slash musician, slash artist worthy of being interviewed, I took her statement to heart. I… Read More
First it was Shoreditch. Then Brixton. Now it’s Peckham. Gentrification makes many local people very angry. I live in Peckham and it makes me angry too. I feel like Peckham, right now, at this exact moment, has exactly the right ratio of artisinal coffee shops… Read More
“DENISE“, he shouted. Then silence. Then, with a whisper, “Denise.” When he shouted, he crunched up his face as though wracked with torment, he held his fists aloft and glared to the clouds. When he whispered, he sank back, shoulders slumped, as though vanquished by… Read More
The wind tugs at the clouds, heaving them, seemingly inch by inch. Sunlight is screened, then it’s not, then it is, then it’s not… Clouds are hauled, warmth interupted. The sky drags on. An eternal conveyance. The sun, a sushi dish that never quite arrives.… Read More
Dudes don’t just go and buy bracelets like this, they acquire them. As part of a barter deal from a farmer in Lagos perhaps. Discovered in the footwell of a borrowed kayak. Found amongst the detritus of a long abandoned Venice Beach campsite. This kind… Read More
