Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

Adam Thorpe

much mist at one point it was like Barnett Newman’s Stations of the Cross . When she pointed this out, Jasper just nodded. ‘Why are you frowning at me?’ he now asks. The train is going at crawling pace. ‘I’m not at you anything,’ shesays. ‘Privatethoughts.’ ‘A peseta for ’em, bitch. Wiv interest. No diss me, yeah?’ Jasper kisses her on the forehead. He is a posh, but she didn’t go with him for that, whatever her old friends think. They reckon he’s pretty cool and gorgeous – which he is. Pwhoar, they tweet, he’s fit. Like they can’t invent their own sentences? But that isn’t the reason, either. It’s because he is so mysterious behind it, behind all the posh crap.

He was bullied at boarding school (over-sensitive), wandered into really serious whoa-no-way chems, was cleaned out by Mummy and Daddy, went off to the Blackfoot Reservation thirty years too late but came back sensible. He even got rid of his undercut. And now he’s a really brilliant graphic artist down in London, freelance, with his own agency, getting slowly known and admired. Right at present it’s pamphlets for a VisitEngland assignment, if he beats the competition, but you have to start somewhere. His agency is called Disruptive Pattern Material, the official name for camouflage, or DPM on the logo. Brilliant. OK, the agency is just him, with herself answering emails and tidying up the

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