The other week, I found myself flying back to happiness and London, courtesy of Hermès who had invited me for the international launch event of Twilly at Saatchi Gallery. Yes, it meant the return was fittingly grand (driver, Junior Suite off King’s Road, Sketches, the works). At the cocktail, I bumped into the members of art collective Parenthesis Collective who had created a minimalist playground for the occasion. It was duly decided to do an impromptu photo performance outside. Catch on my INSTA
Brutalist Playgrounds: I then migrated to my more natural habitat of Brit grit, serenading Brutalist tower block beauties for another assignment and parading down seaside town for the sole pleasure of my old Canon and moi.
After darkness, gold #2 Back on the plane, I noted down two things: 1. England, as a jolly cracked state of mind, is still fine and mine. 2. Falling between the cracks, down and apart – is ok. Falling really is a dream of rising.
Tomorrow belongs to me.