Reserved a room for myself at the Hotel Foreheal in Gangnam Seoul. Vanity. Self Expression. Self Realisation. Calamity. Requisite revision. In that order. Those are the reasons I am travelling to Seoul.

2017, was indeed, "The Year I broke My Face." Granted, I had help. Bad planning, bacteria and questionable decisions by the attending doctor. I would like to point my bony finger at one specific

;-) Yes, that is me.

This TV War. Flicks on over dinner. It's a terrible thing to happen Terrible. So many dead. In that dusty beige diorama Drama is unfolding. We watch Without holding A single Man Woman Or child Accountable,

There comes a time in the life of every aspiring food aficionado that the word Truffle ceases to be a term reserved for pyramid shaped piles of chocolate balls, filled with ganache and dusted in cocoa.My

PIANOS A litany of violence and vendetta Erupts from fingers. Each a Felt covered hammer knuckled In leather, striking strings. Skin springing back. Strangely rewarding, The expression of sound. Anguished

Here I am exploring the Museums of Florence from behind the lens. I like details. I like glass. I like candy. I guess that's why I was drawn to a cabinet filled with tiny glass tubes containing colorful

Every month I create a newsletter for a psychedelic trance label known as BMSS Records. This month I was lucky enough to interview an artist who is something of a visionary in the psychedelic arts scene.

No one needs a “Lonely Planet” travel guide unless they are using it as a directory of places to avoid. Guides books are only as interesting as the demographic they cater to, and from the sorts of people

Since April of 2015 I have been living half the year in Germany. They do things differently here. Things can be logical to the point of confusion but over all life is very well organised, things generally

No I am not supposed to post this particular picture here..... BUT....Since my dear boyfriend doesn't trawl steemit much ( or at all ) I don't think he will mind. It's not that the picture is in anyway

"I am puppy! I must chomp you!" I was in Lebanon last week, at a festival called Hexaplex (more on that later).... I'm not really into psytrance. It's okay at times but I don't have any psytrance

A syllabus of us. A subject for you. One and one Is two. Geometry. Plotted here, angled there, Clearly defined lines, Distinct shapes divide over time Over an indistinct infinite plane. Our paths cross

I don’t really know when my thought process turned into a jumbled procession of ideas, sentences, images, emotions and whatever else… I suspect it was a gradual process that occurred over the years. I’m

Moving through the city on a large bike is daunting. Five lanes of seething disorganised traffic all heading in various directions is no place for a fledgling driver. I am glad I am on the back of the

Burnt to the ground in 1772 by the invading armies of the Thai, resurrected by the French and once again abandoned in the 1970s by the Khmer Rouge, Phnom Penh is transformed by the light. Daytime reveals

Listening to my partner prattle on about the history of Cambodia, I realise how little I know of the country. Beyond my flimsy recollections of The Killing Fields and Apocalypse Now, I’m only familiar

Just about anything is better.... here's my little list of things that are better than guns.

They crawled in with the dreams, and desires. Impetuous extravagances, escaping the cold wordless silence of unspoken wishes. Voiceless wild things with no word for love. No word for fear. They shook the

Through the door of our home, sunlight and embers. This first shelter of memories, collections, arrivals and departures, kept in note books, photos, pages already turned towards the sky. The legend of