Tag Archives: Rob Howard

An Embarrassment of Riches: Rob Howard’s Yuletide Fleshlite Studio

As if dead deer, dead rabbits, goats, cows, pigs, turkeys and potatoes weren’t enough.  As if having the entire coterie of Disney characters bounding out of the forest and into a pot on the table wasn’t sufficient. What more? We’re … Continue reading

December 14, 2012 Posted in Announcements Tagged with: , , , , Leave a comment

Why the Bell End Season has Started Slowly Down South

One of the reasons. The other reasons are similarly lovely. Winnie Richards, Steve Burnett, Inez Valk, Lisa Howard, Justus Kempthorne, Kristie Burnett, Rob Howard, Table on Ten, abundant tomatoes.

September 12, 2012 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

They Know the Croaking Chorus from The Frogs of Aristophanes

Even as the bedrooms at Bell End have been clogged to capacity with residents from as far away as Polynesia and as near as Washington Avenue, the social hub has been curiously quiet. Right? Almost as if Selwyn sent his … Continue reading

July 27, 2012 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

A Love That Asks No Questions: Ogilvy at Bell End

Before we go any further, Gentle Reader there’s something you must know. Selwyn and the ladies from Ogilvy go way back. Way. Back. Selwyn and Cindy were mulling over IBM layouts whilst diplodocus were munching the canopy outside Worldwide Plaza. … Continue reading

April 13, 2012 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

Gjelina: Satellite Selwyn Docks at Space Station LA

Half a decade of mouth-honour and empty threats and finally it happened. Dinner in LA. The Bell End spirit, stuffed into a couple of pieces of hand luggage, is rebirthed with a dozen bottles of Etna red at Gjelina in Venice. … Continue reading

March 10, 2012 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , 1 Comment

The Faders

We put dimmers on the switches in the bedrooms. I called them faders, because I’m English and probably a bit stupid too. Me and Henrik did it. It was fucking great. Afterwards we nearly had sex. But it didn’t feel right, … Continue reading

February 8, 2012 Posted in Announcements Tagged with: , , Leave a comment

The Opposite of Love is not Indifference; it’s Hate. Actually.

Pleasantly uplifting note in the inbox a few weeks ago, a couple of days before the expedition to Morocco with Rob Howard (hence my failure to mention it). Almost buried beneath ‘I am fashion and livestyles photographer living on Rome … Continue reading

February 5, 2012 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , 3 Comments