Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Victoria Williams: 0083

DVD Extras: Some Thoughts

I liked the way in the interview he referred to shooting at the stars rather than for them. Maybe he hopes that by destroying the stars he can take their place? It still seems less arrogant than trying to join them.

I also liked the way the cashier handed me the DVD in a crisp paper bag.

Sunday, December 19, 2010


Tonight I'm sitting out a million threesomes.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Landscape by Gary Cummiskey

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Max Moodley: 0038

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Victoria Williams: 0082

With my head in my hands, from a distance, I almost appear to have perfect skin.

Nobody knows anymore whether my blemishes are real or not. If you asked 90% of people to hazard a guess they’d probably say that I’d painted them onto my face in a shade of terrible pink. (Some people think it’s an attention seeking move, some people think I do it in order to blend in with the company I keep). Nobody stops and takes a moment to realise that my blemishes are the same colour as their blemishes. The difference is my waxy pallor – and is this unnatural lack of colour down to bruising, sickness, or emotional distress? Nobody knows anymore, and nobody wonders. Well good. Because it’s something far more sinister…

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Glamorously Unemployed

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Max Moodley: 0037

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Victoria Williams: 0081

My mind… it wanders. It wanders backwards; it wanders forwards; it wool gathers. It leaps from one thought to another with no warning whatsoever. Hundreds of thousands of tangents are possible. How can I stop it? How can I switch it off? How, in the darkest, most sleepless hour of the night, can I prevent its relentless thinking?

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Michelle Nair: 0006

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Why The Long Face?

A horse walks into a bar. Shocked, a pregnant waitress goes into premature labour. The newborn sees the horse and assumes that its a gift from his mother. Until his death at the age of 54, that child, now named Robert, will be disappointed by his birthday presents.
A horse walks into a bar. Actor Peter Firth disrobes and embraces it. People avert their eyes, but the evening is ruined.
A horse walks into a bar. The bartender records it on his cellphone and uploads the video onto Youtube. It receives 7000 views within 2 days but then interest wanes.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Inferno by Gary Cummiskey

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Max Moodley: 0036