RIDING IN A LITTLE RED LOTUS

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.

  

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