But now, my droogs,
I will fast forward to the weepy part of the story, when, in November
2002, after my last phonecall to the agent, I reluctantly filed
away 600 pages of beloved material which I had come to accept would
never be seen. I felt I had arrived at a dead end, with material
too elaborate to see the light of day, particularly from an unknown
director with only a few music videos under his belt, and a director
with an increasing preference for anthropology and geography over
I should re-iterate at this stage that this
section is in no way intended as a glorification of my own work
which has not yet found a platform. I circulate almost entirely
amongst artists and many of them have most of their work on the
shelf most of the time, or 'in development'.
I decided to retrace my steps and I turned
again to the context from which the 'White Monkey' world had originated
- promotional imagery for independent electronic music.