Life’s strange. Sometimes you have to look back to look forward.
I just moved to Paris, and 4 years ago this week I staged what would become my last show for Ninamounah, a project I gave 6 years to. It was a proud moment that left a sour taste.
Break-ups are always hard. But this one kicked off a stretch of shedding, trying, progressing, regressing and crises. A lot of searching (and eventually, finding).
Now I’m 30. I’ve been in this industry for 10 years. And I’ve just moved to the city I’ve always had a will-they-won’t-they with (it’s complicated).
Sometimes you have to look back to look forward: unreleased imagery from a past life.
Next up: newer projects I never got round to posting. I’ll be better.