Clusters of one: Party Boy / M.M.
After the Paris rain — and a few glittery bars — he left covered in confetti,
each piece clinging to his body like tiny memories of the night.
He made his way from Gare du Nord in Paris to St Pancras in London,
chasing the pulse between two beloved cities.
Somewhere along transport his stockings were snagged —
a small city casualty of the night.
He went direct to his illustrious Agent Provocateur in Soho
to replace his wares.
He was last seen running through Seven Dials,
his body a luminous flash of colour and chaos in the wet London light.
That’s where Party Boy was born — forever partying, utterly unbothered.
