Holiday SidewinderTouched By An Angel
Playa Del Carmen, Mexico, 2019 It has occurred to me that I have an unusually strong desire, and in fact - a need, for being massaged, that could perhaps be loosely described as an addiction. Being of the age where you start to question the deeper meaning behind everything said, done and felt, I’m making some inquiries about my relationship to massage through memory -publicly- because this is what I do now. Feel free to psychoanalyse and judge me from your armchair. My family is “touchy-feely...
Holiday SidewinderViva Las Vegas
The culture permeates and it’s reputation precedes it. I have a vision of black fluffy dice swinging from the rear view mirror of my father’s black chevy. Souvenir shot glasses, statuettes, snow globes and showgirl postcards in my mother’s bedroom. Neither of them had ever been to Vegas, and yet it had a presence in our lives, because they were rockabilly’s I guess? I’m sitting on my bedroom floor, cross legged, staring at a CD cover with Dean Martin’s face on it (who I had a crush on as a ch...
Holiday SidewinderTouched By An Angel
Playa Del Carmen, Mexico, 2019 It has occurred to me that I have an unusually strong desire, and in fact - a need, for being massaged, that could perhaps be loosely described as an addiction. Being of the age where you start to question the deeper meaning behind everything said, done and felt, I’m making some inquiries about my relationship to massage through memory -publicly- because this is what I do now. Feel free to psychoanalyse and judge me from your armchair. My family is “touchy-feely...
Holiday SidewinderViva Las Vegas
The culture permeates and it’s reputation precedes it. I have a vision of black fluffy dice swinging from the rear view mirror of my father’s black chevy. Souvenir shot glasses, statuettes, snow globes and showgirl postcards in my mother’s bedroom. Neither of them had ever been to Vegas, and yet it had a presence in our lives, because they were rockabilly’s I guess? I’m sitting on my bedroom floor, cross legged, staring at a CD cover with Dean Martin’s face on it (who I had a crush on as a ch...
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“The Handshake of Commitment to Jazz”. Me, Dorian and Jack (a fellow jazz addict) at Bar Italia, 2013.
You may recall I ended up in Edgeware Road (which is the side of town no one young or interesting lives in). It’s mostly Persian carpets, cream cake and hookah shops. At night, I go into Soho and walk around looking for something- anything, to tickle m…
“The Handshake of Commitment to Jazz”. Me, Dorian and Jack (a fellow jazz addict) at Bar Italia, 2013.
You may recall I ended up in Edgeware Road (which is the side of town no one young or interesting lives in). It’s mostly Persian carpets, cream cake and hookah shops. At night, I go into Soho and walk around looking for something- anything, to tickle m…
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