🎲 What dreams may die 🎲
Join me for a memorable dinner with a soon-to-be convicted sex pest!
A friend in the know tells me how it’s going to go.
The prominent businessman and arts patron I’m about to dine with/write about is (soon to be) Sir J-.
In sensational news, many years later, he will be sentenced to prison for criminally interfering with men not unlike me, who attend regular soirees at his Auckland mansion.
What happens to those men is horrible. If you want to read about it, google. My story is different. It shares many of the settings, characters and interactions that lead to his vilification, and/but my purpose in recalling it is different.
I want to show you how beautiful and fragile artistic impulses are affected by this kind of thing. In my case, as a result of this dinner, a project that is dear to my heart will change direction, hit a wall and never quite recover.
Let’s take a step back in time, to circa 2011.