WRITING

PAris Out of Love

“I think there’s a misconception of Paris as a romantic city (Stay with me here!). I always say it’s best city to be heartbroken and fall in love in, often within the same 72 hours. The grey skies in the winter and the gradual optimism of the Parisian sun as it flirts its way above the Haussmann apartments does lean itself to the fluctuations of the heart. I need to preface the ‘Young’ heart. It’s a city where you’re offered street flowers where ever you go….”

cross steps: Women who walk alone at night.

“Can we ever truly relax into late night spaces? Is danger for women and non-binary brothers, sisters and siblings always looming around the corner? Can we twirl and spin on the dance floor in complete solace of enjoyment while knowing one step could take us away from our friends and sometimes our lives. Whilst the temptation of being carefree under the disco lights is tempting, would it be irresponsible?”….

Woman woman woman

“Society and the men on the street tell us to smile politely, but underneath we are a boiling pot of trauma, anger, resentment that is ‘un feminine’ to express openly. We are an ocean.”

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BELOW IRON BALCONIES

“I will write on the smallest enclave which is my tiny apartment in a large blue building in a larger city of larger egos. Where the word designer is not a way to describe a food menu but a ‘real’ currency. Where one does not simply ‘go to a bar’ but curates their evening based on ‘vibes’ and club entries that don’t depend on monetary transaction but on a dress code policy….”

an interrogation on ‘cool’

“I fear like pigeons flocked together, perhaps most in certain ‘scenes’ or communities, people’s identities could end up in a feedback loop of style, devoid of the originality of the culture that originally formed that style - mostly derived from previous decades where artists were forced to scrounge for affordable clothing or cheap accommodation in low-income areas…”

Generation Mid

“A generation that will never know the experience of romantic yearning, spent on carefully crafted bed sheets staring at collaged walls of Sofia Coppola inspired heartthrobs. Post Johnny depp, but pre Jacob Elordi. The middle generation if you will…”

WARM HANDS

It’s December in Paris. The ghost finger trees that emerge from the boulevards are frigid and barren, holding nothing, supported only by a base of ice that will soon reveal the mouldy dirt beneath them…

(Originally Published in Operator Magazine (NL)

A testament to ‘longing’

“There’s been this film that has covered my aura, it’s plastic and it’s see through and sometimes I forget it’s there.. but at times there will be an arbitrary trigger like a song or a picture, a scent or even a hair strand and people gleefully riding broken bicycles at night. I see your stupid haircut in hairdresser windows. it pulls at my insides like a familiar knowing, it an unwelcome friend…”