This is me in my purple Turkish poncho standing before West Pier at Brighton. I wanted a shot of me before the pier because I have been quite fascinated with it for some time. Not sure why. I even recently wrote a short story set around it. For me it was just like seeing The Eiffel Tower for the first time, or how I imagine it must be like to see the Pyramids or The Great Wall Of China for the first time. But for the pier there has always been something about its wilful destruction that has fascinated me. And its refusal to give in. It can't last forever, of course, but for now it's still standing and has become iconic and I was really very happy to see it. I was in Brighton for one short week and kept wandering down to the beach whenever I could. You know when you finally arrive at a place you've always wanted to go and you keep thinking, "I'm here, I'm really here." It was like that, especially that morning.I wanted a shot of just me and the pier, but this random jogger came into the shot, thumping me in the ribs as she ran past and shouting "Cunt!" for no apparent reason.
Weirdly, this strange person appears in other shots in Brighton, always raising her finger at me or pointing and laughing.
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When I first went to oz, I kept thinking, oh my gosh, I'm here, in AUSTRALIA, a place I never thought I'd be.
I saw a movie, The Grudge, where the vindictive ghost kept showing up in one man's photographs...hope I'm not scaring you now tee hee.
It's a funny feeling, finally being in a place you never thought you'd be.
Ha. The person in these photos was more like a vindictive host. A thumpy friend.
not so thumpy anymore. It's hard to punch across oceans (unless I could invent some kind of Weapon of Mass Thumpaction like a huge missile that would fly half way round the world and twat you on the arm with a big sproingly fist in a boxing glove, ACME stylee)
I bet you've been working on just such a device.
funnily enough...
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