BathFace Stories

A small book of Polaroid images accompanied by short stories.
Excerpt from portman place . . .
The telephone operator who answered the toll free enquiry mentioned that she had a friend who had a friend with a place in Marlybone that just might have a room over the upcoming busy weekend.


“Everything in central London is sold out, I’m afraid. Try this number darling,” she offered.

The road-weary couple happily employed this haphazard method. The person who answered the phone number provided directions to a Georgian-era townhouse with a black-lacquered door among a row of embassies near BBC Broadcast House.

At eleven that night, the doorman, informed of their late arrival, greeted the happenstance guests,
maneuvering their luggage from the taxi to the front door past boys in tailcoats and girls in shiny toppling heels and short satin dresses.

The Wham song, ‘Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go’ poured onto the street from the open door giving rise to joyous dancing all around. Large pink rose petals littered the entry and fluttered down the street.