Another day

Singer. Cellist. Music Journalist. Writer. Model. Student.

Here is whatever happens to speak to me, whether my ears are opened by coffee or whiskey.

Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied soul of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech.

- Far From the Maddening Crowd, Thomas Hardy


Franny: I'm only having one glass of prosecco.
Me: But I want more than one whiskey...
Franny: You can have as much whiskey as you want.
Me: You sure?
Franny: If you drink too much, I will just carry you home and put you to bed.
Me (to bartender): Oban. Neat.
Franny: Drink more


A graffiti artist covering a once blank wall with a visual of “Lucky Cancer and the Cigarettes of Death”, a facsimile of a black swan head reaching out of a building’s facade and marking the location of a techno club, a muddled mixture of music escaping the architectural confines of practice…