Author: S.T. Lore Client: VCA & Motto Books Designer: Laura Castagnini and Vikki McInnes (ed.), Pages: 207 pages (+ Illustrations) Format:  Poster  + Book 'Bureau Two' Year: 2014 [ISBN 9780992458904]  INVITATION TO LOVE  ' ... May Day Morning. Autumn. People talk with antennas aimed at the sky. A sky blue and coldly clear, crowded with messages and with magenta leaves, with revolving blades and with curved beaks. Next door a man without a leg feeds his yellow canaries in wooden cages. On Saturdays he is always found indoors watching soap operas and disaster documentaries. Today is Volcanoes. Flooding lava, red and turbulent, brutal and disruptive. Cracks. Unstable ground. Seams of heat. He alternates between the channels as they prepare coffee–  'Who were you with the other night? – 'Nobody. Please believe me, baby!' – 'Look I've gotta nose like a tiger, it never misses, and she has a scent like acid. I can smell her on your lying skin'  – Helicopter tracking shot of a black granite mountain –  'The temperature inside the crater is as hot as the surface of the sun'  – chop, chop, chop –  'the contained pressure causes flaring explosions and a single event would contain enough energy to power a small neighbourhood.'  The coffee is black and not sweet, and afterwards he offers them a liquid that is cold and clear. The Firewater. It is potent and transparent. It is illegal and home distilled. It can explode. It can cause blindness. And they drink to his good health. The intercom buzzes inside the television and a voice speaks -  'You have to start thinking about the future, just like I am.'  

Author: S.T. Lore
Client: VCA & Motto Books
Designer: Laura Castagnini and Vikki McInnes (ed.),
Pages: 207 pages (+ Illustrations)
Format: Poster + Book 'Bureau Two'
Year: 2014 [ISBN 9780992458904]

INVITATION TO LOVE

' ... May Day Morning. Autumn. People talk with antennas aimed at the sky. A sky blue and coldly clear, crowded with messages and with magenta leaves, with revolving blades and with curved beaks. Next door a man without a leg feeds his yellow canaries in wooden cages. On Saturdays he is always found indoors watching soap operas and disaster documentaries. Today is Volcanoes. Flooding lava, red and turbulent, brutal and disruptive. Cracks. Unstable ground. Seams of heat. He alternates between the channels as they prepare coffee– 'Who were you with the other night? – 'Nobody. Please believe me, baby!' – 'Look I've gotta nose like a tiger, it never misses, and she has a scent like acid. I can smell her on your lying skin' – Helicopter tracking shot of a black granite mountain – 'The temperature inside the crater is as hot as the surface of the sun' – chop, chop, chop – 'the contained pressure causes flaring explosions and a single event would contain enough energy to power a small neighbourhood.' The coffee is black and not sweet, and afterwards he offers them a liquid that is cold and clear. The Firewater. It is potent and transparent. It is illegal and home distilled. It can explode. It can cause blindness. And they drink to his good health. The intercom buzzes inside the television and a voice speaks - 'You have to start thinking about the future, just like I am.'