There are so many stories around Martin and I that I'll be adding to this section as I go through the archives.

Martin had a show at the Serpentine and asked me to photograph it. All the pictures were shit. I didn't know it but my eyes were starting to go.

I went to the press view and got into a really interesting conversation with a guy from some newspaper. He suggested we carry on the conversation over dinner. I was chuffed and told Martin, he said 'He's after youre arse, you daft sod.' This was during my Bowie faze, and it marked the end of it.

This is what I was wearing.
The jacket was satin,bright red, yellow, blue. green, platform shoes, khole around the eyes, dyed black hair, flared hipsters. The small black thing hanging around my neck was an ancient, black stone, Egyption scarab. What was I thinking? I blame Elizabeth.

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