Twelve Inches. For Frankie Knuckles. For Us. For The Love.

Like all good things Twelve Inches just kinda evolved. Struck by the loss the godfather, fuelled by memories of love on the dancefloor. And handmade with (Wildblood) love, glue and an awful lot of scissor action. Twelve Inches reflects upon my life in the club world, a queer journey where finding dancefloors becomes finding self. Utilising my own photographs taken throughout my years on the scene as both DJ … Continue reading Twelve Inches. For Frankie Knuckles. For Us. For The Love.

Twelve Inches: Help needed to create a snapshot of our dancefloor lives

My next Strike A Pose project will examine the role of gay clubbing as a rite of passage. Twelve Inches will reflect queer journeys, those early days we all had finding dancefloors, finding self by utilising memories supplied by clubbers of their first tentative forays into LGBT society. (That’s where you dear friends, colleagues and fellow clubbers come in). It will celebrate those first dancefloor stepping-stones be they … Continue reading Twelve Inches: Help needed to create a snapshot of our dancefloor lives

Madonna puts apparently meaningful words in a line to sell skincare

Oh Madonna, Madonna, Madonna, Madonna. What are you like? Flogging me a skin product that appears to only work if one can parade around life solely shot in black and white by some hip film director isn’t your greatest moment. A parody-like ad even the most famous of undie floggers wouldn’t have sunk to, all it induces in me is the desire to not cuff … Continue reading Madonna puts apparently meaningful words in a line to sell skincare

Time to talk, time to change

Today has been nominated as Time To Talk day by mental health campaigners Time To Change. The idea? Spark conversation and speak the words so many don’t want to hear. Words like I have a mental health issue. In my case chronic long term depression and borderline personality disorder. Words that, unlike the meds, aren’t easy to swallow. Words that condemn, spark gossip, fuel prejudice. Yep … Continue reading Time to talk, time to change

To Katya, a word from the Hunted

To Katya,  Last night you graced the screens of British television in Dispatches’ Hunted. You seriously need a new agent. Your first starring role didn’t not go down well with audiences. There was no critical acclaim. Sadly for you your hatred and stupidity was there for all to see. You didn’t sell yourself well. You spend your weekends hunting gay men in so called safaris, … Continue reading To Katya, a word from the Hunted

Phillip Seymour Hoffman: The patch that could not repair

Another untimely death. Another social media storm of shock, pity and dismay. Grief pouring out of keyboards, lighting up radio phone-in desks and 24 hour news channels. All justified. But according to some tweeting away in the comfort of their safe so-called addiction free lives, souls such as Philip Seymour Hoffman deserve no compassion. The choices addicts like he made are just that, choices, and … Continue reading Phillip Seymour Hoffman: The patch that could not repair