"I fantasize about a massive, pristine convenience. Brilliant gold taps, virginal white marble, a seat carved from ebony, a cistern full of Chanel Number 5, and a flunky handing me pieces of raw silk toilet roll. But under the circumstances I’ll settle for anywhere."
"I was a ghost. I didn’t see anyone. No one saw me. I was the barber."
Kirsten Owen by Juergen Teller for Joe’s #2, November 1998
Field Day: Ascent & Descent
by Kevin Dowd