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The wrong side of the Olympic fence

Small optimistic message spotted when walking home through Hackney Wick.

Finally

I’ve been living in a beautiful new flat for the past month and have only just got our own internet access sorted. I can finally start updating here regularly and share some awesomeness.

I’m currently alone in the new flat (dubbed Bunny HQ due to my and my house mates shared love of wearing bunny ears on bad days)which is a rare occurrence and I’m enjoying it. The sun is shining, the doors from my room to the balcony (balcony!) are open and I can hear the sounds of the Lovebox festival spilling from the local park. It’s lush and so relaxing. I’ll have to post some pictures here soon.

Souterrain Porte V – Backstage Photos!

So here’s a few pictures from ‘behind the scenes’ at the AMF performance last month. A team of 9 performers, piercers and musicians from 4 different countries came together to create an intense ritual of noise and flesh for the crowd in Nancy. An amazing experience and a great chance to catch up with old friends.

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The man himself, Louis Fleischauer, covered in blood and black paint after the show.

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Me, backstage,  taking pictures in the mirror after my suspension. The most impressive part of my outfit has been removed here but I wanted some shots of the hooks in my back.

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Closer (though annoyingly blurry) shot of my hooks and blood. The piercings were all expertly and enjoyably done by Sarge of Metal Fatigue. Love that guy!

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This shot has nothing to do with the AMF show but I love it. It’s Clement of Xenomorph -3 in a quick pic I grabbed as he was on the way to shower after performing ‘Vanitas, Omnia Vanitas’. I annoyingly missed his piece so I have no idea what caused all this blood, but I’m planning to see his upcoming performance at Torture Garden Halloween where all will be made clear.

I’ll update again soon with some of the amazing pictures we have of the performance, my costume – which was attached to hooks in my back and face – has to be seen to be believed.