i spent some time in the V and A this afternoon practising my photography-in-the-dark skills
you will have seen some of the objects before, but not quite as clearly ...
these dresses are by the entrance to the supremes exhibition
i first heard "where did our love go ?" performed by johnny anger and the wild ones on stage at beeches barn in cirencester in nineteen sixty something just before the record was released over here ...
i went there with my excellent schoolfriend robert hitchings whose dad, fred, kindly drove us over from malmesbury
the wild ones were not quite as wriggly as the supremes, all of them were stubbly males wearing black leather cuban heels and matching black leather jerkins, but they sang it ever so well
of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and worst by far is emotional blackmail ... the diligent practise of this subtle and ancient art creates a constantly evolving darwinistic moral vacuum in which the brightest new manipulative ideas and stratagems flourish ... and which only you, or i, can fill !
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
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