Sex Times Technology Equals The Future.

If I Don't Write, I Begin To Feel Unsettled And Uneasy, As I Gather People Do Who Are Not Allowed To Dream.

People Nowadays Like To Be Together Not In The Old-fashioned Way Of, Say, Mingling On The Piazza Of An Italian Renaissance City, But, Instead, Huddled Together In Traffic Jams, Bus Queues, On Escalators And So On. It's A New Kind Of Togetherness Which May Seem Totally Alien, But It's The Togetherness Of Modern Technology.

Nudity In Photography, Whether Involving Adults Or Children, Is A Subject Sinking Under A Freight Of Political And Moral Disapproval It Could Never Hope To Support, And This Is Not The Place For Me To Get Out The Bilge Pump. I Will Only Say That Critics Who Tremble So Fiercely At The Thought Of The Voyeuristic Male Gaze Miss The Point That Distance Generates Mystery And Enchantment, And Expresses The Awe With Which The Male Imagination Regards All Women.

Even One's Own Home Is A Kind Of Anthology Of Advertisers, Manufacturers, Motifs And Presentation Techniques. There's Nothing 'natural' About One's Home These Days. The Furnishings, The Fabrics, The Furniture, The Appliances, The Tv, And All The Electronic Equipment - We're Living Inside Commercials.

Hell Is Out Of Fashion --institutional Hells At Any Rate. The Populated Infernos Of The 20th Century Are More Private Affairs, The Gaps Between The Bars Are The Sutures Of One's Own Skull. . .