Portrait of a Love Letter: Dress Me Good

Ready to Wear

If in doubt, wear black

In Utopia every person is allowed their own lifestyle and religion...

but no one is allowed to stand on a soapbox and tell others that theirs is right.

Thomas More

Like it's Sunday Baby...

There's no shame in loving me baby

But am I worth saving... am I?

Dress me good, like it's Sunday Baby

Walk me slow, down the road

I could pray to a neon Jesus

But I'm no believer... am I?

Dress me good, like it's Sunday Baby

Walk me slow, down the road

And of course, it would be quite rude of me not to mention...

Dress Me Good is now available for purchase at all the most beautiful digital outlets... you don't even have to leave the house...

Everyone Wants to Put You in a Box

What kind of music do you make? What does it sound like? Dress Me Good: Sounds like...

A slow walk under the mid day sun with a tall exotic woman on the edge of a border town. A wagon, pulled by four white horses festooned in white feathers, follows close behind as a black limousine glides to a halt at the other end of the street.

The whole town looks deserted apart from a girl and a boy, hiding in the shadows... watching in wonder. Suddenly, a weather beaten door opens and the pair are scooped up in the arms of a middle aged woman... She hurries them inside but a ball drops from the boy's hand and bounces aimlessly for a few yards before rolling under the hooves of the oncoming horses... No one thinks to retrieve the ball.

Off in the distance, the driver of the limo pops the trunk and walks slowly to the back of the car. He takes out a large, heavy, zipped up bag and throws it into the road before climbing back in behind the wheel. The limousine reverses, side on to the street then pulls away, as if gliding into the horizon, leaving only a cloud of dust in it's wake... A stray dog runs excitedly up to the discarded bag but within a second gives out a frightened yelp and runs for cover...