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Saturday, 31 January 2009

Tala Madani, Madame Zingara and a rebel yell.

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little did I know that by the end of the yesterday I would be wearing a shiny green stetson throwing disco shapes in a maroon velvet tent......
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Friday, 30 January 2009

Annie Leibovitz and West Ruislip.

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Wednesday morning found me, accompanied by a screaming hangover and Caz my new nurse, at the Annie Leibovitz exhibition at the National Port...
Friday, 23 January 2009

Studio life

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Morocco, Modigliani and lesbian tea.

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It breaks my heart to think of poor old Modi and the wheels I set in motion that would ultimately lead to his death. One fine spring morning...
Wednesday, 21 January 2009

Notes written with a noisy pen.

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I am not fond of the taste of Advocaat but the yellow colour (remeniscent of the bicycle that killed my father) somehow seduces me into a gl...
Friday, 12 December 2008

Piper at the gates of dawn.

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Whenever I think of the wind in the willows I am really thinking of the piper at the gates of dawn and by association I am thinking of apric...
Wednesday, 26 November 2008

Barking on thin ice in search of Abstract Depressionism.

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Jan Nieupjur writes: Some time after the incident during which Jackson Pollock splattered my yellow bicycle with black paint (the yellow b...
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Monday, 17 November 2008

I ain't ageing the way i wanted to..

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Friday, 7 November 2008

Picasso and the anguish of sponges

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Throughout his life Pablo impacted on mine. I cannot say we had an easy relationship but I certainly think that it was a creative one. I fi...
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Francis Bacon and the future

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I once had a drunken conversation with Mr Bacon (we were never formally introduced) in a Soho bar. I advised him that the 8 track stereo sys...
Sunday, 19 October 2008

Frieze... But is it art...

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As I stolled through 'Frieze' last week a chill cut me to the bone. I came away from the thing feeling depressed and dissappointe...
Friday, 3 October 2008

Talking turkey with the Crow

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I met Le corbusier in a bar in Marseilles; Pastis on an empty stomach is not a good idea! He was holding court; pontificating about his Puri...
Tuesday, 30 September 2008

Standing at an open grave with Augustus John

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I sometimes feel as if i have been standing beside an open grave my whole life. In the bottom of the hole lies the uncoffined body of Art. T...