Archives for 2018

The beauty of the graphene wedding dress and the transpacific tux.

Festivals, weddings, anniversaries and at a stretch, birthdays – special birthdays – attract the attention of designers with “names”.

So long since I’ve worn a high street or no brand outfit at a spectacular event. Perhaps I was twelve.

But none of this is as good as the visit to the scrappy yet homely, vegan burger joint down the road apiece, after the shindig is over.

Normal.

In its sheer extraordinariness.

In its randomness.

In… it is what it is.

Now.

But later today, a new coat of paint and a new name.

Freedom lane.

The ceiling outdoors.

Chandeliers, pedalos and parasols.

Crisp lettuce and bar flies.

The summer beach bowl.

Your task is to make them think.

Mirrors at the end of every meal.

Yes, Food.

Less, if you are on a diet of water and water and water.

Reflecting is a good idea.

Reflections warn or welcome.

A metaphor for melody.

Simple tomorrows.

Practicing luck.

They sat cross legged with heads bowed.

A murmuring sound came from the whole group as if they had all seen the same apparition together.

You are lucky.

Repeat.

Be it.

Lucky you.

With pleasure.