At the end of last week I got stressed. Annoyingly it was about what everyone gets stressed about, nothing exotic. It was about the utter sparseness of my money. It’s not that I want to surround myself with fresh oyster platters (vile) or those truffles that pigs find in France, whilst drinking champ’s from Christian Louboutin’s red-soled shoes. I just want to be able to not worry about it.
Me + Chat = COLUMN = This week on money and dreams and mannerisms… and also art and boys. Here you will find it.