I am my own endless archive. My photographs and work from the 70s inspires me. Looking through my art school portfolios has revealed that, like I suspected, it’s just one big circle. There’s an awful lot of faces, half faces, makeup, eyes and lipstick; so nothing much has changed.I kept scrap books of fashion and adverts, one beauty survives. I was told by an art tutor that I needed a style, which meant my style wasn’t his idea of style, hurrah. A nun accused us of attracting boys to the school gates, hurrah. When I discovered kohl at about fifteen, my dad compared me to a panda, hurrah. Keep up the good fight fashionistas, artists, poet; to your own selfie be true
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