BY JAMES BEMBRIDGE It is 1 am, and a woman is rubbing her rear cheeks against my front ones while asking if I like what I see, but they are so large that I can see very little. This is the Soho strip club, one of the few places left where one can get a drink at this hour. Late-night drinking has become the object … Continue reading Soho After Midnight
BY JAMES BEMBRIDGE At 5 pm on Wednesday, March 15, 2017, Isobel Weber died much as she lived: dressed in high fashion, sipping champagne and surrounded by no one. Turn the clock back two years, and I’m sitting with her in the Kronenhalle restaurant, Zurich, struggling to make sense of what she’s saying. Her lips are moving, but they’ve just had about 5 vials of … Continue reading Hollow Fillers
