
SAFE RISK by Francis Whorrall-Cambell and Annabel Ballance


I have a recurring fantasy that I am at some party or opening making small talk with strangers and a guy comes up to us and puts his arm around me and when the strangers ask how we know each other he will say ‘Oh, Francis is my boyfriend.’ In this fantasy it is very important that I am wearing the best gear, like a
- Green Miu Miu men’s techwear vest from FW1999 over a wife beater, black Lacoste capri pants and Nike Shox MR4 x Martine Rose in Blue
- Homemade Trinh T Minh Ha tee under a Nurse Naoya hoodie with my sister’s 501s
- Prison warden chain (complete with keys), McQueen Bumster Pants and M&S boxers
- Purple Calvin Kleeini 205W39NYC felt cowboy hat stolen from (ex) housemate
- Custom fit by Annabel Ballance
The gear is the best because it lets me fashion myself, literally like, into being. Clothes make the man and I am him: bloody beacon on a stolen horse, oily angel full of throttle and spit and anti-fascist sentiment. Take the best and leave the rest. Which is what I do in my dream of the fag who’s half a woman
- Oh when you walk by every night
Talking sweet and looking fine
I get kinda hectic inside
Mmm baby I’m so into you
Darling if you only knew
All the things that flow through my mind.
(Mariah Carey, Fantasy)
Armour -> armoire. Wardrobe as protection. And another false friend: love. I want to draw a picture of that scene from Baz Luhrmann’s ‘Romeo + Juliet’, the one that shows up first when I type the film into Google. Claire Danes as Juliet is dressed as an angel in a white dress and wings, she stands on the left next to DiCaprio’s Romeo who has come in the twentieth century facsimile of a medieval knight. The two press palms in a neat intertextual throwback, but what I love most is the layers of new interpretation. Angel and knight: opposite cultural signs of peace and war joined by the same an overlap in a forgotten Venn diagram: love and protection. Does this screenshot allow us to imagine their union once again? The forcefield that covers the collective unconscious sputters for a second. I want to bear both these costumes, to make this connection real on my body. To love and protect myself, even if it is just a romantic fantasy of times gone by.
