Perfectly Hard and Glamorous

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Perfectly Hard and Glamorous

Harry Oldham is writing a novel based on his criminal and sordid past. To do so, he has returned to live at Park Hill, where he grew up, and the place that he once left behind. That was then and this is now, in which the old world collides with the new.

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Discover Salty Lips. Jonathan Kranebitter and Joe Mottram. Photo by Matteo Cionti, 2026. Matthew from Liverpool. Photo by India Hobson, 2011. Devouring. Photo by Colin Cox, model, 2025. Photo by David Armstrong (1954-2014), an American photographer based in New York. Teenage boys entering through windows was an initiation ritual for a club which called itself “the Molesters,” Des Moines, 1945. Morning light slips across his skin. He stands between boyhood and something quieter, difficult to name. The silence seems to hesitate, unsure whether to leave or stay. “That’s the problem with beautiful men. They don’t know their impact." Photo by Evan Woods, 2019. Strange, really. A mix of emotions. There’s a sense of achievement—a quiet, personal victory—but also a lingering sense of loss. Almost like a small ending, or a kind of absence. I imagine it’s not unlike what authors feel when they finish a novel. “Paolo went to your country to die,” said Tino. “And now, Harry, you have come to his country, where you will also die.”

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