Selfie with Knives (Lomo LCA+)

Taken at an Andy Warhol retrospective in the Caixa forum in Madrid.

My favorite part of the exhibition was the tins of Campbell’s Soup being sold for €5 in the gift shop. They were literally cans of soup. For five euro. And. People. Bought. Them. 

Homesick, Cork, Ireland.

A cold, well-poured pint of Beamish and a freshly-rolled Amber Leaf fag, back when they still sold it in 12.5g boxes. 

Alternating between sips and drags, perched on a keg with a cushion between your arse and the metal indents. Short stubby legs struggling to cross comfortably. Sipping and dragging. Watching the people. Hearing familiar accents and banter.

Cathal would shneak out for a ninja rollie when the bar was quiet. Orlaith and I would solve the world’s problems. Txus and I would create beautiful new ones. The time we had the lock-in was great. Then, Cathal quit and the place declined in craic when they started putting scented candles on the tables.

Gulliver’s description of a Brobdingnagian Woman

“I must confess no Object ever disgusted me so much as the Sight of her monstrous Breast, which I cannot tell what to compare with, so as to give the curious Reader an Idea of its Bulk, Shape, and Colour…. This made me reflect upon the fair Skins of our English Ladies, who appear so beautiful to us, only because they are of our own Size, and their Defects not to be seen but through a magnifying glass….”

 

From Gulliver’s Travels, by Jonathan Swift.