Journalist, science writer, storyteller
Originally written for Exeunt Stella Duffy is… infectious. It’s 5pm on a slow Thursday and she’s bursting with so much energy that it’s impossible not to feel as though you might be able to change the world a little bit, after just one conversation. She should be available on the NHS. Little wonder, then, that … Continue reading Radical Accessibility
Originally written for Exeunt Ladies this is how you do Snapchat. Facebook. Google ‘porn’. Wax. Laser. Do NOT shave. Oral. Anal. Threesome. Other women. Other men. Hairless, skinless, soulless, zipless fuck. Whip yo hair, do yo smile Like this. And this. And this. And this. Practise. Practise. Practice. Tell him this is nothing new Freak could … Continue reading Freak
Originally written for Exeunt Sometimes I feel compelled to acknowledge the weight of my own expectation. I couldn’t make it to Edinburgh this year. At first I ignored the coverage – the sting of knowing what I was missing seemed, initially, too much – but slowly, gradually it became apparent that a conversation was happening. … Continue reading Wuthering Heights
Originally written for Exeunt “It’s performance art, you’re going to see a lot of that.” (She may have said twat. Or cunt. Or any other of the dizzying array of euphemisms that spin deliriously past you in Sex Idiot, so varied and remarkable that they later led to an etymological discussion in our flat.) Bryony Kimmings … Continue reading Let’s Talk About Talking About Love
Originally written for Exeunt “A hedonistic adventure playground.” “An amazing place for conversations… random meetings, inspirational encounters.” “A carnivalesque atmosphere.” Just hearing artists speak about Latitude is enough to suffuse the most living-in-a-tent-possibly-in-the-rain-for-four-days averse heart with a frisson of excitement. With the mud of Glastonbury barely washed off and the train tickets for Edinburgh just … Continue reading Latitude 2014: An Open Secret
Originally written for The Public Reviews The dizzying scope of Dmitry Krymov’s Opus No 7 sinks in slowly, rather than being readily apparent, as the space is stacked with visual metaphors and a rich tapestry of social, religious and artistic struggle is played out across the Barbican’s main theatre stage. Forming two distinct acts, and taking its … Continue reading Opus No. 7
Mary Halton 