2am halfway to Manhattan

November 3, 2010 § 2 Comments

Across the bridge, Talia way ahead. The wind cuts through. I’m gulping down the late night chill, biking home from social madness, drinking drinking, a flurry of photographers with ADD. It was warm where we had come from, the small apartment in Red Hook, as it should be, crammed as it was with bodies looking for some company in the late fall. Stanley Greene came in his black beret. I wanted to dance, but spoke of psychological births and early hospital experiences instead. We left before the bodies began groping in earnest. It was a long way to get home on two wheels.

New York | USA


Like we used to

August 4, 2009 § Leave a comment

The sand in the hourglass is running low
I came through thunder, the cold wind
The rain and the snow
To find you awake by your windowsill
A sight for sore eyes and a view to kill

So get off your low and let’s dance like we used to
But there’s a light in the distance
Waiting for me, I will wait for you
So get off your low and let’s kiss like we used to

– White Lies


White Lies


Custom Nikes







Middle path 2008

August 4, 2009 § Leave a comment



H. Valamanesh


Farsi love


Love me

Sydney, Australia – Art Gallery of New South Wales

Iran/Australia b1949

Middle path 2008
saffron on paper

“Hossein Valamanesh’s work often draws on Iranian culture – in particular Iranian poetry and the Sufi mystic tradition. In Middle path 2008, the artist has handwritten the word for ‘love’ in Farsi script, repeating it over and over in an act of concentration and dedication. The text is written in saffron, the precious spice derived from the crocus flower and grown and used for thousands of years in Iran.

Only the centre of the scroll is displayed, as the word for ‘love’ appears boldly and strongly at the beginning before it gently fades and then re-emerges. The work was part of the exhibition No love lost, whose title, rather than suggesting conflict, refers to the importance of retaining love – of not letting any love go. Middle path evokes love as a cyclical and continuous process – part of the human condition – as it fades and, with care and attention, returns as strongly as before.”

There is a light

August 4, 2009 § Leave a comment

Somali plates


The bike


You and me
Nairobi, Kenya – Road warriors

And if a double-decker bus
crashes into us
To die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
crashes into us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out

– The Smiths

Beside me

July 17, 2009 § 2 Comments










I wandered through a dark place and sought you out
Between the blackness of the people and the night
By the fire, by the tree
He walked beside me

Breath warm down my neck

He learns love

May 10, 2009 § Leave a comment


Sembawang, Singapore – Back to The Heartland

I go back to Singapore and pay a visit. Ah Ching’s baby cousin grows a year older. He discovers words like “kiss” and “outside”. Ah Ching still lays immobile and ridden to the floor.









Kissy Kissy

April 17, 2009 § Leave a comment



Melbourne, Australia – Presenting The Kills. VV Mosshart and Jamie Hince at the Prince Bandroom ’09

It’s been a long time coming
It’s been a long time coming
I’m gonna stab your kissy, kissy mouth
It’s been a long time coming

 – The Kills








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