On offence

When I moved into a new house recently, the previous owners had left a small blackboard hanging on the kitchen wall. On it, the familiar palimpsest of forgotten notes, the chalky ghosts of ‘milk!’ and ‘call Stuart’ clumsily erased but not entirely gone. But one item had been left proudly …

On Work Ethics 

Formerly sin was made clear to us through religion. It was simple. To paraphrase a recent take: if you aren’t behaving in a manner the church would have disapproved of 500 years ago, are you even living? In the absence of a religious context, we’ve had to reevaluate what we …

On top

He begins by telling me to undress. And the ‘telling’, here, is key. It’s not ‘please could you undress’ but ‘undress.’ Just like that. Stark and simple and commanding. Establishing, with a single word, that he is the one in control: on top. This is the start of the story. …

On looking (and not touching)

As children, we’re taught it’s rude to stare, the implication being that to look for too long is vulgar, even invasive. “Visibility,” Foucault stated famously, “is a trap,” and it’s a fact now universally accepted that a person is weakened, rendered almost powerless by their having been seen. This opinion …

On denial

You don’t need a degree in psychoanalysis to know we human beings are programmed to want what we cannot have. Denial is its own heat source, a generator of acute, erotic energy. And yet it is more complicated than mere refusal, and can arrive to us in many forms. “They …

On snapshots

Seeking something to distract you from a grey Monday morning? Can I recommend the brand new photos by the wonderful Studio St Germain over in my gallery (and with a glimpse below)? It was an absolute pleasure working with Lizzy, whose fashion background really caught my eye. Not only is her …

On laughter

One lesson firmly instilled in me by my dashing school music tutor was: even if you make a mistake, never stop playing. As I got older, fumbling my way through various sexual encounters, I realised this was a useful refrain in more situations than simply clarinet recitals. Things go wrong …

On kicks

I’m a sucker for synths. And for love songs. So really I was looking for any excuse to roll around in sneakers and lingerie listening to 10cc. This little promo, which I’m calling Kicks for the aforementioned footwear, is the outcome. One for all the other lovers of synths and …

On holiday

I went on a sun-drenched trip to Andalusia with some of my most gorgeous friends, and all I got was a stunning set of photos by Lupa Vaux, and a few more by Amelia Swann. Quite the adventure. They’re over in my gallery, have a peak. Then if you’re feeling …

On sleaze

Why is it that the seediest encounters are often the most erotic? This thought struck my mind one night in Berlin, backing my way into a dark, dirty corner of Berghain with a partner, ready to let loose on each other after hours pumping ourselves up on the dance floor. …

On revelations

A someone who enjoys taking their clothes off, I spend rather a lot of time preoccupied with the process itself. I’m intrigued by the power imbued in the ways in which we can make the transition from being fully clothed, to a state of undress. Roland Barthes believed the striptease …

On sparks

I travel, frequently. As a matter of fact, I’m writing this blog post poolside in Andalusia. A consequence of this jet-setting is often finding myself alone, in a strange place, with time to kill and nothing but my own imagination to keep me company. Sometimes, I realise I’m less alone …

2020 — Louisa Knight