I bought this photo [anonymous, The Fashion Show, 1961] in Manchester last winter because we’d made this bet: when we met, we’d lay our best game and worst nightmare on the table. So. Here we go, and remember it well! This is my BEST GAME. Always has been. And don’t go asking WHY again. There’s no BECAUSE.
And this is my
WORST NIGHTMARE – I
bought this photo in Manchester, too [Hulton Getty, 2001]. I lay it
on the table and leave. No no no… I don’t even want to joke about
being left so…all alone.
And this – apropos of nothing –
CHINESE DAD. The doll
isn’t mine. One day, I gathered up ALL my dolls, wrapped them in
coloured paper, sat them in a box and put them in the attic. MOTHER
threw them away! So I heard. One day when she was CLEANING! They