‘Eventual pleasure singularity’ We were only one hour into the eight-plus we had planned at the Barbican Sex Festival and had already hit a roadblock. Wandering around the stained and uncomfortably beautiful clothes of the exhibition Dirty Looks, and coming face to face with a gigantic photograph of a trussed-up vagina (by Michaela Stark), the Bonnie to my Clyde turned ...
‘A tale of two cities, and a story of two shows’ Something that has been flashing around in my skull for a couple of weeks refusing to fit neatly into a review format, but will now be expunged into a feature that will encompass two. I sit here, gazing into one larger screen, with a smaller one clamped to my ...
“contradictory, confusing and oddly enjoyable” Since the ripe old age of (cough) 14, I have been as sodden as they come. Booze-soaked and loving every boggy, blurry minute of it—or so I thought. But as my twenties receded in the rear view of the Uber, and my thirties rolled relentlessly into my present, cracks began to appear. So that lands ...
‘London’s biggest meat festival’ I am neither psychic nor gifted with particularly good skills of prediction. I am astounded every Wednesday by the recycling trucks’ reappearance on my street and more often than not miss it. Neither am I a vegan, or anti-smoking, although after you have read this article, you might disagree. I am simply a neurotic, hypocritical, incurably ...