On my way home the other day, I (literally) stumbled into a leather bound vintage edition of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, left to disintegrate under the overflowing dumpster. My first reaction was to reach for the book, but thankfully the odor of all things decomposing around, stopped me from actually picking it up. I really wanted to save it, but since a bath in chlorine for starters, followed by an attack with all detergents and bug poisons man ever made was out of the question, (sidewalk and flea market finds need to be sanitized before entering the front door), I let it perish by the unidentified debris (either a dead rat or an exceedingly filthy sock).
Personal archive. FLASH Magazine, photographs by Nikos Economopoulos (Magnum).
I never take a camera with me when I go out. Isn’t that strange?
One of my favourite bands of all time, Suede, released a new single a couple of weeks ago (a new album is set to follow in January), and it’s been playing on repeat ever since. I hope the rest of the album is as good as “Outsiders”. It made me feel 14 again.