god’s favourite boy

In my first year at uni I made a peice of work titled “playlist”. It was a book of white card hand bound with zip-ties . It was decorated with lino printed letters, the front read “playlist” the back, “fuck techno”. Inside I had printed the names of various tracks and their producers, there was…

I wouldn’t say any of this now, because it’s too real, it’s all sex dogs fucking kittens until it actually happens, and you don’t get that job, you just get to be the unattainable, psychic porn actress, for an old man that’s spent his life pondering lawn features. ITC Avant Garde.

This exhibition, Hot Foam by Jim Lambie took place at the Modern Institute and included a rather exotic fetish of culture, held in its absurdity a voyeuristic intent, the whole gallery had the effect of looking. Work stood out with precision, agency- saturated in colour, queer, but not in the political sense, in the traditional…