Diary Entry: Hot Guests, Hard Work, and White Lace Dreams
Ah, my beloved world, here I sit again in the warm embrace of my bath, reflecting on a day that has left me both energized and utterly perplexed. Life in my palace continues to whirl at a pace I can barely keep up with, yet every moment seems ripe with its own peculiar charm—or absurdity.
Technics, Tension, and Tastes of What’s to Come
First, let us speak of progress. The Cun rooms—oh, how I adore the abbreviation—are nearly finished. After weeks of paint fumes, rearranging furniture, and wrestling with what I can only describe as the DIY gods, the space is beginning to resemble the vision I had in my head. My latest acquisition—a vintage Technics stack system—arrived today, courtesy of Gumtree and a lovely chap who even delivered it to my door. Fifty pounds! A pittance for something so utterly adorable. It has already earned a place of honor in the rooms, its retro charm a perfect complement to the space.
Providence Palace, meanwhile, has been a hive of activity under the watchful eye of Danny M the founder of DARK. He has been decorating with a flair that borders on theatrical, stringing up lights and preparing the space for Club DARK’s upcoming event. The palace practically buzzes with anticipation, its walls whispering secrets of what’s to come.
Posters, Previews, and a Hot Guest
My forthcoming show has also stirred excitement. Pre-orders for posters are flying in, and I’ve been sharing tantalizing glimpses of my work. To the gentlemen who can’t seem to focus on anything but the nipples: please, let us broaden our horizons. There is far more to my art than a peek of skin. Still, I suppose any attention is good attention.
The day’s most flustering moment came when a gentleman arrived for a scheduled radio interview. He was, to put it mildly, devastatingly attractive. So much so that my mind, usually a finely tuned instrument of wit and repartee, turned to utter mush. I could barely string together a sentence, much less conduct a coherent interview. In the end, I resorted to a feeble excuse about being in a rush, though I fear my flushed cheeks betrayed me. At least I can take solace in the fact that, despite the chaos of my life, my… ahem, vitality remains intact.
A Costume Fit for a Countess
My preparations for Club DARK and the after-party have taken an exciting turn. I’ve settled on an ensemble of white lace and black rubber, a delicious juxtaposition of innocence and danger. I shall not reveal its full glory until the night itself—if you wish to see it, you’ll simply have to attend. For now, let us say that it is a costume befitting the Countess of Brighton and Hackney.
Farewell to a Legend
On a more somber note, today brought the sad news of Steve Strange’s passing. Though I did not know him personally, I once spoke with him on the phone about hosting a single launch at Providence Palace. He was gracious, kind, and possessed of a spirit that touched so many. My heart goes out to his friends and loved ones, many of whom are mourning deeply today. He will be missed.
Life Drawing and Rum Cake
Finally, I must mention the upcoming life drawing session at Goddam Media. Organized by the second-year photography students, it is both a fundraiser for their exhibition and an exercise in the art of observation. I am always fascinated by the dynamics of these events—the focus, the silence, the occasional awkward cough when someone realizes the model is staring right back at them. Let us hope, as always, for a good turnout and minimal weirdos.
Closing Thoughts
And so, I end this day with a mixture of pride, exhaustion, and anticipation. The palace is alive with activity, my art is finding its audience, and the world outside continues to provide endless inspiration—and amusement. Until tomorrow, my dears, I remain yours in crinolines and chaos.
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