Vroom! rumbles the engine of a high performance life. A west London fantasy, rarefied, commodified. I glance at my reflection in the rear view mirror. A mirror up to myself, at my own impossible imagination. Carnivorous red is everywhere: red car, red lips, red nails.
An ambition as aggressive as the colour, as aggressive as the car’s speed.
Plush cream leather interiors are my vehicle to a pre-millienium world. Privilege is sexy. Insanity is normality.
I am in Gavino di Vino’s realm, in the gilded luxury of the world’s wealthy. From Notting Hill to Beverly Hills; a landscape of rock stars, their mansions and their privacy.
For Your Eyes Only, have a little glance.
The advertisement fantasy.
Who is that? What is his name? Where does he live?
He is in the passenger seat of a 1981 Lotus.
His name is Gavino di Vino.