Herstory1991 – A Tear in the Fabric of Reality
For a long time I’ve been creating my own strange little universe: stories, characters, magazines, photos and films that grew and evolved. Everything here comes from that long history of experimenting, slowly building a style that is very much my own.
The archives are now being gathered together for the first time. Not scattered across third-party platforms, not diluted or reshaped to fit someone else’s rules, but kept here, privately, where they belong.
The new member area is really the beginning of the next phase. It’s something I’m building step by step, using the foundation of everything I’ve already created. The past is all here… and from that past I’m trying to grow something new.
The world outside is making it harder and harder to create anything with personality or edge. New UK regulations, payment restrictions, endless “you can’t show this, you can’t say that,” and banks deciding what creators are allowed to sell… it wears you down. And on top of that, the internet has become obsessed with instant, throwaway content, click, swipe, forget, repeat.
So this little private space is my way of carving out something quieter, more personal, and more meaningful, a kind of hidden corner for people who actually enjoy atmosphere, nostalgia, character, and the sort of slow-burn creativity that doesn’t fit into today’s fast-scroll culture. Almost like a private retreat for connoisseurs who prefer depth over speed.
I’m at the beginning of it all, really. I have the archives, the experience, the equipment, and the drive, and with a small but growing group of supporters, I’m working towards new stories, new photos, new clips and new ideas. Nothing rushed. Nothing forced. Just a slow, steady continuation of something that started all the way back in 1991.
The archive gives people something real to enjoy now, and it also helps keep things moving so that new ideas can eventually take shape. And whatever new work I create in the future will stay here, privately, for members, not spread around clipstores or buried under algorithms.
It’s early days, and I know this isn’t the easiest route in the modern world. But I’m following the only path that feels true to what I’ve always done. And if you’re here, reading this, then maybe you’re one of the people who understands exactly why this matters. If so… welcome. You’re in the right place.