There is a moment when I was scrolling through the pictures of Zoe Buckman’s moving exhibit, Every Curve, when the line between music, form, history and social expression became so blurred I found myself convinced that this kaleidoscope of honey, peach and cornflower hued negligee’s were actually found in this magnificently embroidered state.
Heart racing? Check. Eyes darting? Check. Palms sweaty? Check. Faster than you can say S.W.A.K. your hand has sprung back in the safety of your lap.Yup, you… Read more “Passing Notes”
Strung from our necks, intertwined amongst a tangle of keys or bouncing from a rearview mirror (whatever your brand of Talisman may be) one thing is for certain, Lady… Read more “Object(s) of My Affection”