It’s been a strange day for sound recorder Jim Baitte, woken by screaming, his girlfriend believing there is a rat in their flat, Jim realising when he receives
Her suite occupying the entire top floor of the neon lit grey skyscraper towering above the thick fog which envelops the lower levels of the city beneath, Elle
What once was achieved through makeup, concealer, blusher and highlighting is now given the permanence of flesh, fillers and scraping of bone, staples, stitches and scars, subcutaneous fat
The sun rising over the city of London, everything is alive, everything in motion, people moving with purpose and direction, places to be, things to do, always trying
It’s a pleasant sunny day at Bayleen Bay in the affluent suburbs beyond the city, the little league game between the Whalers and the Landsharks underway and Jared
The surface is calm, serene, gentle waves of the Mediterranean Sea lapping at the shores of the exclusive Malta resort where Mr and Mrs Tom and Tina Barclay
It is a battleground on which the weak will be trampled underfoot and cast from the light they crave, the performance stage at the Brooklyn drag club run
