Sparkling unlimited

New York, 

London, 

Tokyo, 

front row, 

backstage, 

in love, 

gallery, big and just for us, 

Miuccia, 

gin martinis, 

a large painting on one of many large walls, 

speakers, 

dancing, 

flutes, 

Nicolas Ghesquière, 

stares, 

stairs, 

Open concept,

Oysters, 

leather, 

rabbit fur, 

Taffeta silk,

Sequins,

One hundred percent wool,

invitations, 

calls, 

requests, 

Decisions, 

a sprite on a cow hyde rug starring at them, when ‘them’ becomes ‘us’, letters from Stella, Claudia,

Chloe (an obvious choice), Caroline, Simone, Helen, Nina, Lauren, Nicole, Ray, Whitney, Scarlette, Sara, Sarah, Searai,  Milestones, Graphics, Cashmere Napkins, 6 ply tissue paper, 7 components to the meze, Small gestures; 

A wink

A final goodbye

A wave

A hello 

A fling

A dance

A savior

A victim

A hero

A damsel

A romantic 

A boy with a leaf covering his penis

A shadow of the props, 

Set pieces, Painted mountains, Choreography, waiting for your lines, Cues, Queues, an iced long black, big masculine jacket, leather boots, a fresh pack, a coin in my back right pocket, joy rides, watermarks, monetary claims, invoices paid, Balenciaga Paris for my mother, fresh cuts, loose ends, a compilation of storms, wind inside, sadelights, shooting stars, chocolate mousse with knafeh ice-cream and burnt mandarins, marinated octopus, pickled cucumbers, clicking, choosing, posing, gaucking, roomsheets, pamphlets, didactic panelling, the times review, important comments, non algorithmic comments, shares, bluetack, wheat paste, pins, an amphitheatre, a small viewing, the intimate showing, 23 faces, 45 looks, spotlights, torches, iPhone flashlight, candles, a chandelier, a campfire, a desk lamp, popcorn, cocktail dresses, Yohji Yamamoto dresses, Body Meets Dress, Dress Meets Body dresses, that one Vivienne Westwood wedding dress that I saved when I was 15, Mid sentence pauses, climax, classic, a Magnum ice-cream while covering my breasts, topless, cherries, my shirt  riding up while I stand on an upside-down milk-crate behind the decks, no it’s me who’s pulling up, sssssssexxxxxyyyyyyyyyy, chances, Prada buckled loafers, infinite granite, preservatives? sugar ? eyes which see all the truths and the non truths, the truths which will not serve me remain invisible and the non truths which would misguide my behaviors don’t enter my consciousness–simple pleasant thoughts remain, they provide joy, such as; I look nice today, my eyebrows structure my face quite well actually, that girl is my best friend, anything from the olive green to forest green spectrum suits my body quite well, my Mum calls and my sister is okay and my brother is okay and my Dad is okay and my Mum is okay and the house is finished and the dogs in all the yards in my hometown are sound asleep at night, lovely thoughts, movies, lattes at 10 pm, dinner with friends and lovers, and colleagues sat the end of the table which prevents conversation from spurling between them and I and especially between them and my closest friends of which could reveal the worst, flesh, dust, tomboy, giiiiiiiiiiirly but not, never, underneath that table, plots, monologues, a prada nylon scarf worn once on a morning in paris borrowed, shhhhhhhhhhhhh, ice, regular trips to the doctor, access to free d—— which I say no to, room service, a la carte, sparkling unlimited, flutes, books, with clean edges and ones with scuffed edges, and books with scuffed edges worth more than the books with clean edges, edging, towards the date of that event which I am required to attend, and write a review of for the paper which readers buy to acces my judgement of which determines their subsequent judgement, carpeted surfaces, chrome on chrome, hard, thick, long-ish, firm, trimmed, wanted, jumping, feet lifting above the ground, clenching hands and fists and pinkies dancing around your index finger, vivid, genius, indigo, red, muted greens, floral print, default blue, apple macbook folder blue, property, explosions, minutes to the answer, answers, answering machines, lemons and other citrus, squeezing, in and out, lunches, Dot by comme des garcons, Marrakech by Aesop but without the bitter feelings, a hotel room with a view, star of a major motion picture, large promotional billboards featuring my face enlarged 50 times, a request to close the miu miu show, a party at Michèle Lamy and Rick Owen’s estate, a handshake with Mary Kate or Ashley Olsen, a double handshake with Mary Kate on my left hand and Ashley on my right, a three way fist bump instead perhaps, Alexa Chung knows that I know fashion, she often wonders if I’d enjoy her paring of coat with stocking, sequined skirts, speculative zones, drawing not painting, the same prada nylon/leather bag I carry now, but perfectly conditioned, handles repaired a few times, whenever I find the time to schedule someone to do such, the 50th floor, the academy bathroom, the gala, whispers of how he needed me that night that I were alone in Milan, the concert didn’t nearly long enough, I was seated at the opera and they began to all sing towards me, It’s not that I buckled under pressure I just——-wept, fountains, generative conversations, worldbuilding beverages, rock climbing, patent leather pumps, large scale speaker system blasting Boombox by Kylie Minogue, Nu-di-ty by Kylie, The Party by Justice, Stay Away by Charli, Anytime You Like

By Robyn, BIPP - Autechre Mx by Sophie, and all the others I can be bothered to name at this moment, the use of the term boom, boom, boquets, slabs, lines, pirouettes, dynamite, plus ones, surveying the room,

She

He

He

He 

she

Her

Mr

Ms

Mrs

Him,

access to the guest list, rings for each finger (i only wear one), dreams that don’t involve him, valet, directions, the architecture, the architect, the model, a three quarter turn, a shift of my gear, steel, synthetic polymer paint, sandcastles, discoballs, long drawn out syllables, Ed Ruscha, Kay Rosen, a boyfriends name tattooed on your left bicep 

Anthony 

Braden 

Johnny 

Kyle

Christopher

Edward

Daniel

John

Jon

Joel

Aidan

Gabe

Heath

Hamish

Peter

Robert

Mathew

Ronald 

Matt

Matty

M,

a re-run of sex and the city season one episode one on the first Monday morning of January, pleats, expensive socks, tulips for my birthday, lillies for yours, elevators, liquid, whiskey neat, Marias in the summer, no clothes at the beach, an unanswered letter, a request to pose nude in the heat, a dozen online subscriptions, swords and shields, energised, morning routines, double shower heads, exfoliation, your body heat, a gatefold, a saddle stitch, a section sewn, the third installment, a prequal, a tap routine, acapella, your highest octave, a floor length mirror I

in each room, a custom handshake, basil milkshakes, tuna crudo, perfectly hand drawn circles, transparency, knitted harnesses? carrot cake? Versace? limousines? parachutes? escalators? metal straws? a baseball cap from the 60s? cupcakes? custom balloon arrangements? Hidden Hills? Cannabis? Correlations between his instagram feed and conversations with friends? Dolphins? swooping swirling hoops on your S’s and the end of your Y’s, pencils of every colour, a 75 foot heated pool coloured pink !