TALES FROM BELLA'S WORLD...

During these dark times, my great friend Karma and I stabilize ourselves by talking on the phone about what we call ‘the beauty alongside’. These conversations are often about creative stuff we are...

I am a very un-intrepid traveller. I put it down to my childhood, journeying to Morocco in a van, with nowhere to live when we got there - and no money. Now I only...

Those of us lucky enough to have crossed paths with Kate Moss know about ‘being Mossed’. It usually involves a chance encounter where Kate takes control and somehow, out of nowhere, you are having the...

The first Christmas I remember mattering, was when I lived in Morocco aged six to eight years old. I woke up to a stocking with a punnet of raspberries nestling at the top. The...

I keep this Post It taped to the inside of my door in case I need it. It is from a book of ‘Freudian Slips’ sticky notes that I bought from the Freud...

When I was 8 I developed a recurring nightmare. In the dream, I was sitting in a train compartment, the enclosed ones with room for 6 or 8 people. I was alone, seated...

The artist Sarah Lucas has a retrospective opening at Tate Britain next week. For her fans, of which I am a die hard, we know this show will be both gratifying and mindblowing....

Here is Nico looking demure and alluring. I saw her perform in the late 70’s at the Music Machine in Camden Town. The venue was full of punk rockers, I found myself standing next...

The late writer and actress Zoe Tamerlis Lund with her husband Robert Lund. She wrote Bad Lieutenant for director Abel Ferrara, he told me all about her one evening last year in a...

Me holding Green Bunny by Tyrone Smith, the New Zealand artist who’s estate we have been working with for the last 3 years. This photo was taken last week by Tyrone’s brother, the...

When I was a child in the late 1960’s my mother took us to live in⁠ Morocco for a couple of years. We didn’t have a lot of possessions but I was allowed...

I only have one photograph of my mother and father together. This image is from when dad had taken my mother to the South of France, I think a few months after I...

I don't remember when I started to be someone who was late for things but it became a signature, a horrible one, which I both dreaded as inevitable, and on some level relished. It is ironic...