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A NICE LUMP SUM FOR J.M.W.TURNER’S CHARITY THE AGBI. BIDDING WAR ON MY NEW CANVAS

SOFT PAWN (YOUR MOVE) AS I LEFT THE SHOW LAST NIGHT..!

S3D + STEREOGRAMS ABOUND – DOUBLE TROUBLE FOR THE NEXT PROJECT

AFTER SOME MONTHS OF LIAISING, INVENTION AND PREPARATORY DRAMATICS, LAST NIGHT WAS MY DIRECTORIAL DEBUT AT THE TOP OF THE GHERKIN, REQUESTED BY UBIQUITOUS DUO ANGELLA NEWELL AND HAYLEY SUDBURY OF THE TASTING SESSIONS TO PROMOTE THEIR BRILLIANT AND RATHER GROWN-UP NEW VENTURE ‘SMITH’.

SCRIPTING SOME OF THE MOST DYNAMIC PERFORMERS IN CURRENT EXPERIENCIAL THEATRE - THE SENSATIONAL MOLLY CARROLL AS AN ENTOXICATED TALLULAH, DELICATE CINEMATOGRAPHER LUCY PAWLAK CAPTURING SPELLBOUND SPECTATORS, AND A HOST OF JUDICIOUS DOUBLE-AGENTS STOOGING INCOGNITO THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT. I EVEN MANAGED TO ROPE IN THE INCREDIBLE HARRIET FLEURIOT AS MY STAGE MANAGER (A TRUE MULTIFACETER).

INNOVATORS FROM ACCROSS THE BOARD, AMONGST THEM LIQUOR-INVENTOR ALEX KAMMERLING, CULINARY EXPERIMENTALIST ARNAUD STEVENS AND 69 COLEBROOKE ROW, ENTERTAINED THE UNSUSPECTING IN BEGUILING DISGUISES WITH FOUR MULTI-SENSORY COURSES.

PAIRED WITH COCKTAILS CAROUSES, ALL WERE INTRODUCED BY YOURS TRULY IN MY EXTRA CAPACITY AS VINAGERY OCTOGENARIAN FORTUNE-TELLER ’URSULA UNDRESSED’.

WHO IS SMITH DOC COMING SOON.

A FEW WEEKS AGO I WAS REQUESTED VIA TELEGRAM TO DIRECT THE INAUGURATION OF ‘SMITH’; AN UNDERCOVER PROJECT FOR THE TASTY TASTY TASTING SESSIONS.

SET IN THE SPIRE OF LONDON’S GOTHAM HQ THE GHERKIN, HERE’S A SAMPLE MENU OF THE CLANDESTINE DELICIOUSNESSES WE’LL BE OFFERING UP.

We were all super aroused. Seamless, defectless moves were witnessed. I wept on celluloid. But we expect this kind of hyper-delivery when under our own Saam Farahmand’s particular, curiously evoking direction. Released today on Nowness; his resulting seductive cinematography for the indecently schmokin Tom Vek.

A few months ago I was asked to join ubiquitous subculture-photographer Iain (Mckell, see his V-Mag ‘Kate and the Gypsies’ shoot here) for his latest project Platinum Tribe in Italian Flair.

When he revealed where we’d be shooting, I knew it was going to be a memorable one.

Sweetest girls, wittiest stylists. Click the pic for the full shoot.  

Goofy highjinks day shooting the lovely Iain McKell’s ‘PLATINUM TRIBES’ for next month’s Flair. Beautifully lurid interiors in a very lovely lady’s peach + gold villa backdropped the blonde on blonde, and deepest Bromley ‘burbs gave great mock-tudor.

The main bathroom was a coral condo, with grecian pillars and carpeted tiers skirting an extramarital tub, which the lady said took an hour and forty-eight minutes to fill even with both goldie swan faucets at breakneck. It covered all romantical bases like the fall out from a team-building interior design weekend in Southend with Cokey Montana, Pat Butcher’s life-partner and the Pope.

Everyone was fun-funny and the house next door was called Tiarra (sic/ sick).

This Wednesday marked my first afternoon as a Visiting Lecturer. Thankfully my audience of fine art foundation + Btec students were quite witty (Me – “Any questions..?” / Them – “You what..?”).

I’d originally been asked to lecture solely on the progress of my satirical performance + filmmaking, arriving at my A.K.A; Patricia Butcher, but leading up to the lecture I decided it would be of far greater interest (to speak about as well as to listen to) and of longer lasting benefit, to expand into the scientifics and analysis of comedy.

Hence here I am going for the alimony during my section on Professor Richard Wiseman, an incredibly energetic orator himself, and somewhat of an inspiration since watching him from the lap of the devil at The School of Life last year.

On snow day we did a pop-up pop-down at the Maurice Einhardt Neu Gallery on Redchurch, before I Want To Fuck You By Derrick Santini got his. Organised by the lovely Alice Wadsworth (she tips her hat to a suffragette môde), we whiled the sub-zero hours in layers up + coffees down. Needless to say our woolens racked out, but a carpet-bag is never less than bottomless, so more knits + hits where they came from.
We may become a slot.. Perhaps like the Au Pair, after the wind has changed.