Dear Sara Bynoe, circa September 2008 You have just moved to London, England to do a MA in Creative Writing. You’ve sold practically everything you own and packed up to live a new adventure. First off you deserve a BIG HUG, that was brave. Now, I want to tell you
The fake British accent I would put on when ordering coffee so that the Polish girls behind the counter could understand me. Men who whispered ‘sexy’ under their breath as I walked through the Common. Sitting on the top of a double-decker watching Trafalgar Square, Piccadilly and Kensington roll past.
Last night for inspiration on my paint-free week I watched YouTube clips of my favorite BBC show Snog Marry Avoid. It’s a reality show where they make-UNDER skanky, orange, plastic wannabe WAGs living in the UK. When I was in London I couldn’t get enough of it, every woman on
This is a short film of a poem I wrote based on something that happened few years ago. It is directed, edited and photographed by my great and talented friend Kim Buikema. We filmed this short in South London one Sunday in the summer of 2009. I’d like to thank
London is a city with over 7.5 million residents and I believe that most of them are good and honest people. This is because during the year I lived there I experienced some extreme good will. People were so kind that my faith in humanity was completely renewed. In late