Perfect failure.

Terrence Malick’s Tree of Life is either brilliant or dreadful. I refuse to decide. For a long time I felt compelled by deep inner workings to love things completely or hate them. There were no shades of grey. If I was watching a film or […]

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Nightshifting

Will said that the reason the orchestra didn’t come out front to the bar after the concert tonight was because they were drinking the free wine backstage. Usually, he said, they’d drink it before the Night Shift but he overheard them saying, “Tonight’s too difficult […]

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Flan Flanagan

In the run up to Brazil, as the days have got shorter and colder in London, every Monday I’ve been going to my friend Flan’s house and sitting in her beautiful attic studio, surrounded by canvases and beautiful smears of paint. She’s been painting my […]

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About* Around

Second richly cultural day in a row. After a middlingly interesting Gestalt workshop on ‘the moving body’, I went with Will to see some real moving bodies in my friend’s Theo’s dance piece at the Place. They were very strict on the door. You had […]

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