I felt the warm wash of water over my skin. There was a sweetness in the air this evening. Why was I here? What was I letting myself in for? Would he even turn up this time? He’d text me only 2 hours prior, but now my messages weren’t getting…
A freedom to challenge convention and strive to always test ones-self has been the driving force behind the exciting, re-energised Swedish outdoor brand Klattermusen. For more than 30 years, what started as a project to solve outdoor clothing issues has evolved into one of the most creative, bold and prolific high-quality…
“See I’ve been thinking, the thing is. Ah fuck, man, it’s like this. If cocaine was free everything would be fucking great, wouldn’t it? I mean, imagine it; everywhere you go there’s free coke. You go to bars and there’s just a table full of the stuff. Fuck. Imagine it,…
From marionette bowed shoulders stretches sweetened coffee skin. A nude, dimpled four string moaning the low breaths of sunrise. The black stems on which you walk follow me.
Milan is a big city. A city that will empty you. You are punched by cars, trams, subways, pedestrians, tourists, chancers, bums, tat-sellers, fine women and gorgeous men the second you poke your head into its grey skies. Pallid, sooty ochre and fuchsia buildings line the streets. Precarious balconies overhang…
When we in bleakest winter wait, when rain falls hard, where shivering bones meet in the clutches of sodden graves. Where we in bleakest winter wait. By wooden steps, fields, muddied green and brown, drenched toes watered in our wake. Tarred lungs moan heavy breathes ghostly dim. Petal…
