Philip Best

FEEL LIKE I DO

2012-01-29T11:40:00.004Z

Beliefs: God, love at first sight, pre-marital sex, babies out of wedlock, peace :)

Disbeliefs: abortion, war, drugs, shooting up with needles, anything that can kill someone

Statement: In 10 years I hope to be very happily married! I want to have 1 kid and adopt 2.

I want to have a well-paying job & I want my Husband to have a well-paying job!

I want to live in a big house in the country with 10 mustangs. I also want a vacation home in the Bahamas!

I want to go to France for 2 years. I studied it (French) for 2 years (going on my 3rd year).

I hope to have gotten all of this mess behind me and be finished with it all!

I never want to see my family again.

MR BOOTS

2012-01-24T06:24:00.003Z

CHARMED CIRCLE

2012-01-17T19:37:00.003Z

NYC: Cunard White Star, 1934.

CAN'T TALK / LOCUST BELLS

2012-01-16T06:15:00.000Z

SENTIMENTAL HEARTS

2012-01-15T22:10:00.004Z

'SEX OFFENDER BOYFRIEND'

2012-01-06T11:28:00.002Z

RVX 2013

MIRROR WORLD IV

2012-01-05T23:41:00.004Z

I. 14 yr old Stephanie French, vanished walking home from her Berkeley junior high school. Her customary shortcut. Next seen several hundred miles from Berkeley, buried in a shallow grave in California's most northern mountains.

II. "I have to know about this" she said when I found her hiding under the covers of her bed in Malibu, stunned, disbelieving, flashlight in hand.

III. She was showing me the photographs Margaret Bourke-White did for Life of the ovens at Buchenwald.

IV. That was what she had to know.

Or ask the child who would not allow herself to fall asleep during most of 1946 because she feared the fate of 6 yr old Suzanne Degnan. Kidnapped from her bed in Chicago, dissected in a sink, and disposed of in pieces in the sewers of the far north side.

Or ask the child who 9 yrs later followed the search for 14 yr old Stephanie French.

V. Since the events surrounding the disappearances of both SD & SF occurred in circulation areas served by aggressive Hearst papers, both cases were extensively and luridly covered.

The lesson taught by the coverage was clear: childhood is by definition perilous.

To be a child is to be small, weak, inexperienced, the dead bottom of the food chain. Every child knows this, or did.

Knowing this is why children call Camarillo.

Knowing this is why children call Twentieth Century-Fox.

Joan Didion Blue Nights (2011)

HALF THE WORLD IS GASH

2011-11-21T02:52:00.000Z

Our prohibitions also bulwark our self-importance.

They fortify the construct that we adults are all initiates.

By conceit, we have earned access to an unwritten Talmud whose soul-shattering content we are sworn to conceal from "innocents" for their own good.

By pandering to this myth of the naif, we service our own legend.

Presumably we have looked the horror in the face, like staring into the naked eye of the sun, blistering into turbulent, corrupted creatures, enigmas to ourselves.

Gross with revelation, we would turn back the clock if we could, but there is no unknowing of this awful canon, no return to the blisfully insipid world of childhood, no choice but to shoulder this weighty black sagacity, whose finest purpose is to shelter our air-headed midgets from a glimpse of the abyss.

The sacrifice is flatteringly tragic.

What's a kid to find out? Presumably we lord over them an exclusive deed to sex, but this pretense flies so fantastically in the face of fact that it must result from some conspiratorial group amnesia.

To this day, some of my most intense sexual memories date back to before I was ten.

No, they have sex, too.

In truth, we are bigger, greedier versions of the same eating, shitting, rutting ruck, hell-bent on disguising from somebody, if only from a three-year-old, that pretty much all we do is eat and shit and rut.

Lionel Shriver We Need To Talk About Kevin (2003)

LUCKY

2011-11-20T05:41:00.003Z

FACTORY FARMED

2011-11-19T13:03:00.003Z

Los Angeles: Peace at the Border, 2006.

STILL SLUMMING

2011-11-18T06:26:00.005Z

Ilford: Barnardo's, 2005.

STAY AT HOME

2011-11-17T06:49:00.003Z

HE'S FOOLED YOU ALL

2011-11-16T06:52:00.004Z

from "I Apologize"

BEAUTIFUL MEN

2011-11-15T06:52:00.004Z

ARE WOMEN ANIMALS?

2011-11-13T07:18:00.000Z

Seattle: Madrona, 1981.

BREED ME

2011-11-12T07:09:00.004Z

NY: Simon & Schuster, 1974.

CUNNING

2011-11-06T14:18:00.002Z

SARAH MAGAZINE

2011-10-23T11:25:00.004+01:00

Vol. 1 No. 3

SAY FUCK

2011-10-18T19:35:00.002+01:00

NY: Simon & Schuster Audioworks, 2011.

KINSEY

2011-10-16T18:21:00.004+01:00

UNEXPLORED

2011-10-09T17:47:00.002+01:00

KNOW YOU BETTER

2011-09-29T06:55:00.001+01:00

DIRTY INFORMATION

2011-09-25T17:06:00.002+01:00

MYSTIC LONDON

2011-09-24T05:51:00.001+01:00

HAND-TIED

2011-09-23T06:17:00.001+01:00

APPROVED SCHOOLING

2011-09-20T07:25:00.002+01:00

CONSUMER ELECTRONICS live at Club Pushkin, Dresden, 17 September 2011.

Set List: Approved Schooling, Right Back On, Co-Opted By Cunts, Coming The Big Lady / Try And Stop / Estuary English*

Band members: Philip Best, Sarah Froelich, Gary Mundy, Anthony Di Franco*

CONSUMER ELECTRONICS

2011-08-30T20:09:00.002+01:00

CO-OPTED 2

2011-08-28T22:08:00.002+01:00

26

2011-08-26T06:36:00.002+01:00

PRISON BENT

2011-08-21T10:57:00.003+01:00

FUCK YOUR LOVERS, PARENTS AND KIDS

2011-08-20T20:16:00.001+01:00

PRAYER BOOK

2011-08-19T20:16:00.003+01:00

YOU ARE NOT CAPABLE OF STOPPING TO DRINK, OR DOING YOUR COKE OR BEING HONEST .... I AM SAD ABOUT THIS ... HOPE YOU GET AIDS WIT ALL THE WHORES YOU FUK TOO

FREEDOM

2011-08-01T06:56:00.004+01:00

MD FOREVER

2011-07-31T18:24:00.003+01:00

"Blood Rush"

BOMB THE PEOPLE

2011-07-27T07:19:00.002+01:00

IN AND AROUND LAKES

2011-07-26T07:14:00.004+01:00

CRUEL BUT FAIR

2011-07-22T07:08:00.002+01:00

BOOK OF RAINBOWS

2011-07-19T21:42:00.001+01:00

IRONING ETC.

2011-07-17T05:47:00.004+01:00

She's really nice, she's really pretty, she's got a lovely personality. She's funny. She's a great laugh if you ever need cheering up or anything.

What do you think is the most special thing about her?
The girly chats we had when we shared a room. We always had them really late. We'd be reading each other's text messages and things like that. I'd find out about her boyfriends and everything.

What do you miss most about her?
I think at nightime the girly chats. When you try to sleep you just can't get it out of your head. You keep thinking ‘oh where is she?’. What's happening to her? What if something's going wrong? Have I tried that place? Have I tried this place?

Are you always thinking about her?
It's like 24-7. You just can't get it out of your head. You're thinking where is she? What is she doing? Is she in trouble? Is she dead? Is she alive? It's just so horrible. It's the not knowing that's worse than anything.

What's it been like over the last two and a half weeks for you?
Horror. It's not even real. It's been really weird. Like why am I talking to a camera. Everything's just like not happening. Even my friends don't believe it. It's like a nightmare and I'm wondering when I'm going to wake up.

What's been the hardest thing for you to deal with?
I think not knowing anything. We might as well be back to the second day she went missing. We haven't found out anything different. There haven't been any leads. No-one's seen her. It's just horrible.

Is this the longest time you've spent apart from her?
She's been away for five days and that's on a school trip. She's never been on a holiday with a friend or anything before. This is the longest we've not seen her without a phone call or e-mail or text message or anything.

What's it been like for you at school? I know you went back this morning.
It's been really hard for me. Everyone doesn't know what to say to you. They don't know what to say. Some smile and some others think oh god what do I say and others just wave. Hugs are hardest - all your emotions and everything.

What have people been saying to you?
If there's anything they can do. But there's nothing anyone can do unless they can bring her back which is what I really want. Everyone's been really helpful. They've been handing out leaflets and everything. We've had so many letters.

What has the attention been like?
The media has been great. Everyone's been really friendly and helpful.

It's on your mind all the time. It can't be easy when you've got your GCSE's?
It's really hard when you're trying to revise. You read something. I'm studying German and I end up thinking about Amanda. Like I could be learning how to say let's go shopping and I'll start thinking of her. Could she be shopping? There's no point in me trying to revise because I can't.

What was Easter like for you?
It was the first time we were going to have a big family bash at my Uncle's house. It was going to be really good because Amanda was going to play her saxophone. I was going to help with the dinner. We haven't seen our relatives from Devon for a while so it was going to be great, they were going to come up but that had to be cancelled obviously.

So when was the last time you saw her?
It was in the morning before we went to school in the car journey, she was really relaxed. Friendly. Normal.

We got a lift to school together because Mum works there, We leave about 20 to eight. Amanda was bright and cheerful as usual. Nothing was bothering her. She didn't tell me anything the night before. The night before that she'd been to a Pop Idol concert and she was tired.

So she didn't seem upset, there was no argument?
No nothing. It was just normal. Put the radio on, had a good sing song.

Normal. No nothing. I keep thinking what's the matter. Has something like a UFO taken her? It's really hard to work out what's happened to her.

What about the support?
We've had loads. Tons of letters. People offering laptops, offering to take me to school. I found it hard to go out with my friends. When I saw my best friend I cried.

What about the next day? Did you think she'd be there?
It took me a while to realise that she'd actually gone missing. It was getting all serious. It took me ages to realise. It didn't sink in. In my mind it still hasn't. I don't know what to believe anymore.

There must be someone who knows something. Please call the police because we really need to know something. Even if something bad has happened they've got to say so we can start to get over it. The grief. It's just awful.

What's it been like for you? You're her big sister.
It's been awful. I would always look after her and she'd do the same for me. It's really hard because sometimes my Mum starts crying and it sets us all off. My Gran has been really good. I think she just blocks it out. She won't watch the news because it upsets her. It upsets me to see that home video because that might be the last time I see her or hear her again.

How do you cope with it at home?
It's changed. Even if she came back now it'll never be the same again. I can't answer the phone now in case someone important calls. I try not to cry in front of them but it's really hard to stay strong.

When you see her on the tv and papers - how does that feel?
Unreal. I can't believe it's happening. Why is this happening to me? What have we done wrong? A massive photo appeared in a paper and that was weird. That makes it's hit home. How serious it is.

Support?
I'd like to thank everyone who's been supporting us. They've been lovely. Ironing etc, fabulous. They've been putting up posters themselves.

WEARING WHITE

2011-07-16T09:18:00.003+01:00

NAKED SWIMMERS

2011-07-14T19:40:00.003+01:00

CONNING TOWER

2011-07-13T07:22:00.003+01:00

from "USA IV"

THE PROBLEM WITH WHORES

2011-07-11T19:24:00.004+01:00

"The Glory Of Love"

EUROPE OF DUTROUX

2011-07-09T16:23:00.006+01:00

Paris: Flammarion, 2001.

FOR NATURE LOVERS

2011-07-08T20:35:00.005+01:00

"Any Amount of Books" basement sale, 08/07/11

COMFORT / CRITIQUE (FOR PETER AND SCRIVENERS EVERYWHERE)

2011-06-25T09:21:00.005+01:00

"Any Amount of Books" basement sale, 24/06/11

At the violet hour, when the eyes and back	215
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives	220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
Out of the window perilously spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,	225
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—
I too awaited the expected guest.	230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,	235
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
Endeavours to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence;	240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall	245
And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
Bestows one final patronising kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit...

She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;	250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,	255
And puts a record on the gramophone.

'This music crept by me upon the waters'
And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,	260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold. T.S. Eliot The Waste Land (1922)

RIGHT BACK ON

2011-06-24T06:55:00.004+01:00

SOMETHING COMING

2011-06-23T06:17:00.002+01:00

CO-OPTED

2011-06-20T06:51:00.002+01:00

RED PINS

2011-06-19T06:11:00.002+01:00

DRAGON / SNAKE

2011-06-18T18:46:00.003+01:00

RAINMAKER

2011-06-17T21:10:00.003+01:00

TORMENTS OF THE ENCLOSURE

2011-06-16T15:51:00.004+01:00

May 17 1980

You were dreaming for a long time and then you were not.
You were asleep in a place you did not know, and when you awakened you were someone else.
You had a drink in your hand and a woman was looking at you.
And, Dragon, The World Was Yours Again.

LIGHTBODIED

2011-06-15T00:58:00.004+01:00

NY: University Press, 1998.

WHAT SARAH KNEW

2011-06-14T19:51:00.006+01:00

collage on canvas, approx. 300mm x 240mm

PUMPED FULL OF DRUGS

2011-06-13T06:14:00.000+01:00

collage on canvas, approx. 300mm x 150mm

FILLED WITH DEAD BIRDS

2011-06-12T07:06:00.002+01:00

MY SCHOOLGIRL DREAMS OF VIVISECTION

2011-06-11T13:51:00.003+01:00

"So for twenty years altogether—counting nine years in England—I have been going on; and there is still something in everything I do that defeats me, makes me dissatisfied, challenges me to further effort. Sometimes I rise above my level, sometimes I fall below it; but always I fall short of the things I dream.

"The human shape I can get now, almost with ease, so that it is lithe and graceful, or thick and strong; but often there is trouble with the hands and the claws,—painful things, that I dare not shape too freely. But it is in the subtle grafting and reshaping one must needs do to the brain that my trouble lies.

"The intelligence is often oddly low, with unaccountable blank ends, unexpected gaps. And least satisfactory of all is something that I cannot touch, somewhere—I cannot determine where—in the seat of the emotions. Cravings, instincts, desires that harm humanity, a strange hidden reservoir to burst forth suddenly and inundate the whole being of the creature with anger, hate, or fear.

"These creatures of mine seemed strange and uncanny to you so soon as you began to observe them; but to me, just after I make them, they seem to be indisputably human beings. It's afterwards, as I observe them, that the persuasion fades. First one animal trait, then another, creeps to the surface and stares out at me.

"But I will conquer yet! Each time I dip a living creature into the bath of burning pain, I say, ‘This time I will burn out all the animal; this time I will make a rational creature of my own!’ After all, what is ten years? Men have been a hundred thousand in the making.”

He thought darkly. “But I am drawing near the fastness. This puma of mine—

“And they revert. As soon as my hand is taken from them the beast begins to creep back, begins to assert itself again.” Another long silence.

“Then you take the things you make into those dens?” said I.

COMING TIMES

2011-06-07T22:18:00.006+01:00

“To this day I have never troubled about the ethics of the matter,” he continued. “The study of Nature makes a man at last as remorseless as Nature. I have gone on, not heeding anything but the question I was pursuing; and the material has—dripped into the huts yonder. I remember the green stillness of the island and the empty ocean about us, as though it was yesterday. The place seemed waiting for me.

I began with a sheep, and killed it after a day and a half by a slip of the scalpel. I took another sheep, and made a thing of pain and fear and left it bound up to heal. It looked quite human to me when I had finished it; but when I went to it I was discontented with it. It remembered me, and was terrified beyond imagination; and it had no more than the wits of a sheep. The more I looked at it the clumsier it seemed, until at last I put the monster out of its misery. These animals without courage, these fear-haunted, pain-driven things, without a spark of pugnacious energy to face torment,—they are no good for man-making."

H.G. Wells The Island Of Doctor Moreau (1896)

GOOD SEX ILLUSTRATED

2011-05-31T06:39:00.004+01:00

London: Gay Men's Press, 1991.

EXTRAORDINARY ISLANDS

2011-05-30T08:05:00.003+01:00

Then the black notebook came out of his desk, and he showed me three separate sketches of a kind of frog - except with a long tail as though a part of it had stayed a tadpole.

At least, that's what it looked like when you held it away from you.

Close up, each sketch was a mass of minute detail. much like the creatures I'd seen years before.

"These two I did thinking they were made of metal," he said. "See, everything's got shiny surfaces. But this one here, I thought I'd try to make him rubbery. You see? Almost blobby.

"I want to do a proper version now. A really good one.

But I can't decide. Be honest, what do you think?"

I can't remember what I answered.

And though he never asked me again for advice about his pictures, he was happy to work on them in front of me, and we'd often spend our afternoons like that: me on the bed, maybe reading aloud; Tommy at the desk, drawing.

EXTRAORDINARY ANIMALS

2011-05-29T13:33:00.004+01:00

Because it was there again, only faint and in the background at first, but growing all the while, so that afterwards it was what I kept thinking about.

I couldn't help it, as I looked at those pages, the thought went through my mind, even as I tried to grab it and put it away.

It came to me that Tommy's drawings weren't as fresh now.

Okay, in many way these frogs were a lot like what I'd seen back at the Cottages. But something was definitely gone, and they looked laboured, almost like they'd been copied.

So that feeling came again, even though I tried to keep it out: that we were doing all of this too late; that there'd once been a time for it, but we'd let that go by, and there was something ridiculous, reprehensible even, about the way we were now thinking and planning.

Kazuo Ishiguro Never Let Me Go (2005)

BLUE REMEMBERED

2011-05-24T06:54:00.005+01:00

Collage on canvas, approx. 20" x 15.5"

AVAILABLE AGAIN

2011-05-09T06:44:00.002+01:00

Order here

CINEMA LITTER

2011-05-01T10:09:00.004+01:00

London: Verso, 1995.

CROWNED KINGS

2011-04-28T04:33:00.003+01:00

TIRED AFTER SCHOOL

2011-04-24T12:36:00.003+01:00

DERANGEMENT OF THE FOWLS (for Chris L.)

2011-04-23T21:59:00.005+01:00

THE LAMB

2011-04-21T04:22:00.006+01:00

i) we get on like a house on fire. he is a fab dancer + we were just owning the dance floor together and i loved it.

ii) i gave him the Fuck Off Speech.

iii) "look, you're cute. i'm sure loads of girls would sleep with you, but if that's what you want from me - you've picked the wrong girl - so just fuck off now if so."

iv) we start chatting and he is a babe. his name is S and he is twenty four, an American from Texas!!! with an accent to melt you. i kept to the RULES, decided just to enjoy the evening for what it was + so long as i didn't pander after him as i'm sure many do + didn't sleep with him - or do anything like that i was in a no lose situation. i kept very cool and confident + he was like a bee to a honey pot.

v) at first i think he was a bit disappointed but at the end of the day - anyone can have a load of one night stands but really all of us want some one to love, & have someone to love us back. so i did what i knew would completely mesmerise him about me over any other girl. i gave him beautiful long kisses with enough tease in them to keep him hooked, long warm cuddles & tenderness ... & it worked !!!!

vi) REMEMBER! Butterflies + Stars

NEVER ENDING II

2011-04-20T07:29:00.003+01:00

"The Frolic" (5 Bar Gate)

NEVER ENDING

2011-04-18T06:52:00.004+01:00

"Brought Down Low"

HYMINAL (PARALYSIS)

2011-04-17T16:30:00.006+01:00

1) Undeveloped rolls of film
2) Two last shots.
3) Leg fracture.
4) More film, recovered then processed.
5) Betamax.
6) FC = Fuck.
7) Some in colour, good quality.
8) Punishment beating.
9) Deep black bruising.
10) Witness stated "His body was normal".
11) Expressed preference that girl should be "flat".
12) Wanted to see her stumble and fall.
13) "Bring her down"
14) Failed to pay attention and the lights touched her naked body.
15) Found burns exciting.
16) Had Houston amputation film (HWA).
17) Traced trauma to childhood accident.
18) Tension barely perceptible.

STATUS UPDATES

2011-04-13T06:58:00.010+01:00

"We Have Been On A Never-Ending Quest For Music, Postcards And Drugs"

+++

Am at club. Am Drinking. 2.02 AM

+++

xxx says: I love you like a sister but as a matter of fact you fuck up my plans by making me famous.

+++

xxx says: not innocent had several happenings
xxx says: fucked customers with money
xxx says: you think you know me but you don't

CONTAINER II

2011-04-10T06:35:00.006+01:00

I am so fucking up to my neck in debt & so badly need to do well.
This is not a bad thing to do with P & I'm really happy for him. P gets everyone falling over themselves - I get fake numbers & stood up.
P's so well into it - making heaps of friends & as usual no matter where I am - I feel alone.
It's not San Francisco, it's me.

I can't explain this feeling to anyone, this feeling of COMPLETE DETEST for myself & this feeling of being so average. I've tried so badly to understand why & to make mother & P understand - but they think I'm being so silly - but I really feel like this so much.

It's a feeling of being so invisible, being no-one, feeling like I'm never a part of something & never quite fitting in.

I know P has been all over the place since leaving G, but he never has that feeling of no self worth. The most beautiful people become spellbound. He always feels he deserves the best & BECOMING MORE RADIANT and confident all the time.

I really am not joking & this sounds stupid but I am so exhausted with feeling this shit & feeling so lonely despite being with P every day & feeling so low & so up to my eyeballs with debt - I sometimes really can't be bothered to wait & find out what happens.
I just want to disappear.
I feel like I'm reeling & I don't know what to do.
I feel so outside.
I've nothing anywhere.

SF

BIG HOLE

2011-04-10T06:06:00.010+01:00

26/04 - 5.49AM
I don't know what's wrong but this place seems to be bringing out the absolute worst in me.
I can not stop crying.
I have such pain in my stomach and arms - a real physical symptom of feeling absolutely crushed.
I am so cried out, tears no longer come in one lot, they only come exhaustly in waves.
I'm not coping here well. I can't pull myself out of this hole I've fallen into.

I had to leave P in the Container with Keenan.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I feel so fucking horrible there - I hate it.
I feel so ugly & fat & invisible in there I constantly hate myself.
I'm so average. Every single part of me from head to toe is completely average. I must have been kidding myself that I could make it here.

I hate the way I look, I hate my hair, I hate my face, I hate my nose, I hate my eyes, I hate the mole on my neck, I hate my teeth, I hate my chin, I hate my profile, I hate my neck, I HATE my boobs, I hate my fat stomach, I HATE my flabby bum, I hate my tattoos and bruises, I hate my bashed up legs and fat arms, I feel so disgusting & ugly & average.

TRENCH II (AM AT CLUB)

2011-04-10T06:01:00.005+01:00

even at the bar, wasted, surrounded by the company of men, he's still in my every thought.

TRENCH (MARIANA)

2011-04-09T14:07:00.004+01:00

it is so obviously not the job of my dreams, but it's so easy - I am earning good money and it is so different from Germany. The men are so respectful. Obviously you get the odd one but so far I've met some really nice people. Now I am floating on the surface ...

CONTAINER

2011-04-08T06:42:00.003+01:00

IT'S 9.13 HERE.
I AM SITTING ON A SUITCASE AT THE BAHNHOF FEELING COMPLETELY OVERWHELMED.
I AM VERY TIRED ... ALSO AFRAID, ANXIOUS & LOST & V. HOT!
I ONLY HOPE I WILL LOOK BACK AT THIS WITH HINDSIGHT & LAUGH AT MY INNOCENCE - OF HOW I WAS SO UNAWARE OF WHAT WAS IN STORE FOR ME.

LONG HAUL

2011-04-07T07:16:00.007+01:00

14:04:11 03:13 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx good morning! my beautiful daddy! I love you so very much daddy & can not wait to see your smiley face on tuesday. i am learning the rules, love and snuggles xoxxoxox

THE RULES

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(1) GO TO GYM 3-4 TIMES PER WEEK.
(2) TRY + DO 2 OTHER ACTIVITIES AS WELL.
(3) STOP USING BOTH PHONES.
(4) FROM MAY START PUTTING MONEY AWAY.
(5) STICK TO RULES.
(6) SPEND MORE TIME WITH W+G/H+J.
(7) SLEEP MORE.
(8) LEARN ITALIAN.
(9) SAVE ALL OF COMMISSIONS.
(10) SCRUB AND TAN EVERY OTHER DAY.
(11) LOTION ON DAYS IN BETWEEN.
(12) DRINK MORE WATER.

HWA

2011-04-03T17:07:00.003+01:00

ROPE

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EVIDENCE

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LET LOOSE

2011-03-28T13:49:00.005+01:00

MOTHER'S MILK

2011-03-27T08:17:00.004+01:00

EATING DARKNESS

2011-03-26T15:24:00.002Z

NEW PB/SF BLOG LAUNCHED

2011-02-28T12:12:00.006Z

Stress Position

TRY AND STOP II

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N.H.C.

2011-02-24T19:09:00.003Z

CLEAR LAKES

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CLEAR LAKES II

2011-02-22T21:30:00.003Z

Houston Water Angel, 1994.

2011-02-21T16:08:00.007Z

Philip Best
Sex Offender Boyfriend
Collages 2010-2011

Most of the artworks from the current exhibition at Rumpsti Pumsti (Musik) Berlin
are now available to buy online / by mailorder.

Please see here for images & prices:
http://www.rumpsti-pumsti.com/expo/best/artworks/

Please feel free to get in touch with any questions or reservations.

BECAUSE YOU ASKED

2011-02-16T09:57:00.009Z

SHASTA V - POSTER EDITION

For the current Philip Best 'Sex Offender Boyfriend' exhibition at
Rumpsti Pumsti (Musik)
we produced an A2 Poster Edition of 'Shasta V' in a limited Edition of
50 copies,
all posters have been signed & numbered by Philip Best in gold ink on
the front.

Please see the attached image, the posters have been numbered & signed
on the black bottom area next to the title.

As we had quite some requests from people abroad who are unable to
attend the exhibition
in person we decided to make a limited quantity available for
mailorder as well.

The price for one copy of the edition is Euro 25.00 excluding postage.

Postage:
Poster send flat, folded in half to A3: Euro 3.50 worldwide
Poster send in a tube: Europe (incl. UK) Euro 10.10 / World Euro 15.40

Payments are accepted by paypal only.

Please get in touch - laden@Rumpsti-Pumsti.com

The exhibition 'Sex Offender Boyfriend' is on display until March 22,
2011.

DERANGEMENT OF THE HUNTING DOGS

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SHASTA XXVI

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SHASTA XXV

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THE NUMBERS

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PUBLIC

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The only thing you need to know:

Philip Best has been making scrapbooks of images for many years.

Scouring, cutting, pasting, admiring.

The artworks you see here make public what was long kept private, deeply-held, personal.

They provide evidence of overarching obsessions allowed to spawn, take root and fester.

Pages torn from books. Photos on milk cartons. Names etched on trees. Guilt inked on skin.

Proof of life. Frozen. Retold. Blunt trauma reduced to a flicker and a sound bite.

Little blonde boys. Little blonde girls. Doe-eyed and cute, forlorn, mislaid.

Photogenic blossoms tied to a frame and trapped inside a bigger picture.

Mute witness to shared histories irrevocably linked by the lanyard and the blade.

To bodies laid to rest. To fields of corn, fields of ice, concrete graves.

To backyards made barren by neglect and disuse. Eyes searching for truths buried in frames within frames within frames. Information to scan and process.

What do you see? Nature. Or nurture. Or neither. The choice is yours.

The difference is immaterial. The evidence lies within.

Texte: Chris Campion, 2011

HOLD ON

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REJECT

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