You stood by a lamp post, cigarette between your lips. Cheekbones sharp enough to bruise, your voice harsh music. When you lit up, the whole street exhaled – or at least, that’s how it seemed…
Blue skies turn grey and hipsters take turns to cough. Diesel fumes, guttural French and unwanted phone calls. Your warm black kiss a welcome oasis.
Simon Silaidis’ calligraphy is breathtaking. So much to love here – James Bond themes, typography, and abandoned buildings. Making serenity in unexpected places. Great slo mo/reverse shots and the artist moving his whole body, not just the brushes. The music is Adele’s Skyfall, remixed by Quincy Kwalae.
Your country is lush, green and cool –
For those who know where to look…
Roadhouse bathroom. Foggy mirror, English accents, and a forgetten towel. I write your name, then walk away.
You fade out like a distant radio station. I’ve learned that moving the aerial, spinning my dials gets me nowhere. Then suddenly, you reappear…
The heating on max
As plastic hangers
Sway in the cupboard
Your express checkout
Is slower than most
A tossed coffee cup
Perfumes the highway