How to be an It Girl 

What, like it's hard?  Everyone glamorous is pretending. For sure. It's easy to look good if everyone wants you to: when the designer fits the dress to you, when somebody is paid to make sure your shoes match your look, when the photographs of you will sell, then it becomes an industry to get you... Continue Reading →

Robert Owen & The Prisoner: Harmony in America

You might think that the only connection between these two erstwhile passions of mine is Wales: one is a story of dogged individualism seeking freedom, set against the backdrop of Portmerion, a peculiar citadel on the Welsh coast that is woven into the narrative of the whole show, whilst the other is a collectively-minded Welshman whose work prefigured Marx and Jamie Oliver, but when they put themselves in the American landscape both The Prisoner and Owen chose harmony as the word that would best encapsulate their American sojourn.

The Picture of Dorian Gray.

I feel like a badly drawn picture of a girl Bent out of shape, losing features in the swirl Or the dot of the Impressionist brush Something about being such a beautiful mess is a headrush I feel like a child's illustration of a woman My features indistinguishable from others I could embody a Picasso;... Continue Reading →

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