He stared longingly at the figure that occupied the vast majority of the doorway. The epitome of the lack of self control that personifies today’s America, yet a man that commanded the respect of a room in an instant. Above his head, the toxic cloud of judgement that accompanied his…

There lay the dismantled corpse, the framework exposed as though it were a dear in headlights yet ironically there was a distinct lack of light in the room. Filled not only by the silence of what may or may not had happened there but the hefty overstated mirrors onlooking as though they were some of the worlds leading journalists. What did they bare witness to ?

As he sat slumped in his chair by the window, in a way that had become very familiar, to those that already knew him and would eventually become tradition to those were just getting to know him. As he used the chair much to his warped interpretation, his eyes were…

Creating is like piecing a puzzle together. A puzzle that is consistently being rejigged through out history. The innovation is in the ability to take inspiration from different elements of the past in order to create the present. …

One Of Many “You make me question my anatomy” she declared as she left the room, accompanied by a cloud of smoke and a far from enticing smell. The thick smoke lingered despite his multiple requests for her not to smoke in his room, especially as his other conquests abided by his simple rules. Her anatomy no doubt too consumed by the mist much like his room, as he reassured her that earlier his comment was indeed a joke.

Ordinarily recognised as a dominant and outspoken character. Now stood a tall but slightly withering figure, swaying like a weak flame in the corner of the room faced with one of three options. Admittedly the options now blurry, in the midst of his drunken haze three quickly became one. However only in his mind, in the light of reality and of the sparsely “lit” club the options were never his to chose from.

As her piercing eyes committed to the final stretch of her run. The rest of her face now visibly committed too, her brawny legs not yet having received the memo. A distinct lack of gracefulness as she bowls over the finish line in second place. A finish that represented success beforehand but now represented an inconsolable figure. Her piercing eyes remained committed, but beyond the steam emerging from her head we couldn’t tell to what this time.

Cold. He sat contemplating his summer. An imposing figure, his incredibly heavy features taking up the majority of his contrastingly compact bed. The room inadequately lit but just the way he preferred it, his brain still occupied with thoughts of his summer away with his friends. His bones comprised of an overwhelming desire to enjoy himself just as much, if not more in his daily routine. The heavy faced figures brain now smoked with theories of how he was going to make this happen.

“It’s too early for this” he thinks to himself as he trudges toward the ticket office, one eye on the train times that loom above his head on the big screen. He glances outside into the cluster of dark clouds that sat above the library in the distance. For a second he dreams about doing what he loves, imagining himself as a Superstar. In what capacity? Isn’t yet clear. His vision blurry as he again contemplates the time.