The title of this post is a tiny bit misleading, because in actual fact, the first thing we did on our last day in London was go to Oxford Circus to see the David Lynch exhibition at The Photographer’s Gallery. I had been so excited to see it, after being given the book of his Factory Photographs by my brother some weeks ago, that when we walked into the space, and I heard the accompanying sound composition that Lynch made to go with the photos, I was fan-girling so hard my boyfriend had to hold me. I spent about two hours in that room, peering at everything open-mouthed. If you are in London, or if you like Twin Peaks, David Lynch, or photography in general, then do go and see it before it ends. I left feeling inspired in every possible way.
After that we went to Camden, where I took my kinky boyfriend in Cyberdog, to see the clothes, and the dancers, and the dungeon, and to hear the music. I tend to go in Cyberdog every time I go to London, just because it feels like my spiritual home. It’s a place you can buy a party dress, some cool music, a vibrator and a latex gas mask all in one trip, so I fit right in. On our way out my beloved turned to me and said ‘pick something you want’. Me being me, I got all flustered and didn’t know what to choose; until I found a little red suede and black leather collar, with a hoop at the front for a leash to be attached. It can be locked, but mostly I wear it simply buckled, like a necklace. Its soft red suede hugs my throat and I feel close to him, no matter where I am. I sleep in it when I am not with him, and it reminds me of his fingers, wrapped around my breath. When I am out in the world alone, and panicking, I pull it gently in the direction I want to go, and it calms me. I don’t care who sees it.