prescience

Back in the days before God invented blogs, Mr. Dot and I used to go Upstate New York on the weekends (just like Carried tried to do a few times with Aiden). We rented a sweet log cabin on the Esopus River, near Woodstock, built by three brothers in the 1930s. I named it the Magic House.

We used to go fly fishing (well, he did) at a spot where he felt was the best fishing, which we called The Laundry, because there was once a commercial laundry that supplied the hotels and camps in the area. Because I couldn't properly swim (too shallow) I'd have to find other ways to amuse myself, which is how the whole bringing the tripod/camera doing 'self portraits' thing started. Then I'd play around with them in early versions of Photoshop. Everything was primitive back then.

I also did real collages with flower seed catalogues: I was really into making dresses out of real flowers. And I've always dressed this way: in fact I still have the same prescription tortoise Ray Ban sunglasses: same sneakers, similar black tops, and somewhere, those shorts. I'm still trying to find them in the depths of my cupboards. I know they're there.

I've never followed trends, I've always just dressed how I liked. It's just freaky right now: everything I used to wear - the boots with the lacy dresses, the whole thing - is how people are dressing now. When I'm old and grey - which isn't far off - I will still dress this way. Just try and stop me.

Prescience: the power to foresee the future