While Madame Arcati awaits her move to the irreverent Anorak news site, my attention is drawn to Vicky Gold's entrancing blog. She was one of Sebastian Horsley's lovers. Vicky tells that they met up last Tuesday for a cappuccino and "He told me he was thinking of doing a painting with his own blood whilst a woman penetrated him wearing a dildo. He really was trying hard to make something new."
This suggests that his creative juices were in full flow before the smack terminated him later in the week. The painting he had in mind would have been dramatically conceptual, the gazer required to envisage the dildo buggery while projecting some meaning upon the canvas; the blood perhaps leaked from his anus. It would have been a succès d'estime, I am certain; and Brian Sewell would have constructed a very long sentence in pernickety abhorrence. That alone would have rewarded the pain.
I do hope this posting does not offend the holy molies of Google-Blogger, a bunch of blue rinse beardies more at home with their blogs on TV spoiler stories and other inanimate bedroom stimuli. Goodness knows what gets these atheistic moralists up in the morning.
But should they be interested in picking up where Sebastian left off, with the dildo art, I shall be more than happy to lend a hand.
Creep by Vicky Gold
The Guy Hilton Crew, Vicky Gold
9 comments:
Madame's having more curtain calls than Dame Nellie Melba.
I my - that post made me cum
I went to Tracey Emin's party once and this man who managed the Wu Tang Clan wanted to take me and my friend to Paris to have sex with us.
Vicky poppet, what's this about Sebastian and yoghurt?
Did you go to Paris and have sex with the manager of this band I have never heard of? Will he sue? I don't care for Paris myself. It's always raining. When I'm there.
I can't bring myself to say much anything about Sebastian. Most unlike me. I think Mark should put on a top hat and walk about Soho all day. It would be a nice gesture.
I don't really know what to say about it either. It's just weird isn't it. But Sebastian and yogurt is the funniest thing in my life ever. Maybe I will tell people one day. No I didn't go to Paris with this man, funnily enough it ended in me meeting Flea from the Chilli Peppers through some photography thing though which was cool.
I'm doing a performance where I cut people soon. People can just have a little cut done by me in the gallery. I'll have plasters etc. I like to make other people feel special I think. Thus all the men.... :) xx
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Darling, will it be like Valerie Salonas and her SCUM? Will you get cuttees-to-be to sign a release first, that you have their permission to draw blood? Or else some loon might have you arrested? Actually that wouldn't be such a bad thing in itself, great publicity. Just get stocked up on TCP and don't drink or drug the night before. I know I sound like your mother, but not having had kids, my maternal instinct yearns to make a nuisance of itself and fuck you up, etc.
I believe Madame has found an afterlife - blogging from her comments section.
Why do you want to go to Anorak? They're only interested in football and tabloid crap.
I know I'm not sure about it either still. I asked the gallery if I could sing opera and they preferred the cutting idea though. Art these days eh...
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