I had to buy track down this magazine to study for research around this idea for my project and it’s literally crazy. All of the photographs are taken, sent in and described by the husbands of the women featured - for the other readers to enjoy.. I can’t think of anything I’d less like to do with somebody who I supposedly love? Anyway, we could spend hours debating exactly how weird this is but lets be real: some of the fannies are absolutely gross and its wicked.
I was about to launch into some big moany over-philosophical post about some life bullshit but that’s all I ever do on here so I thought it best to have some restraint. I’m in the process of making some work so thats kind of exciting. I’m trying to revive dormant interests (such as art, politics, intelligent conversation etc) which have been replaced with lager and Club Revenge over the past six months to ensure that I’m a little more human. I really really don’t like this weather, sorry.
Cheeky self-promo, g r o s s. I missed a night’s sleep on sunday before working yesterday and today and I’m still feeling absolutely shitted from it. Plus I’d like to comment on how ridiculous the weather has been, its a fucking rollercoaster and I, for one, want to get off. I’ve also been working in a (kind of) proper job! Its only temporary and certainly the driest thing I’ve ever done, but its excellent pay. I’m going to be honest - I have nothing even vaguely interesting to write here today (as if I ever do) so I’ll probably try to bring things to a close fairly soon. I think the band ‘Hot Chip’ produce the worst music I’ve heard in my life.
We’re going to this with my mum in a week or two, Stu is her GBF. It’s in Brighton so take a look if you’re local.
