Brighton PhotoBiennial 2010

At the openings of the Photo Biennial one thing stayed with me. Not a memorable photograph, nor event or conversation but little shards of golden glitter. As a way of introduction one of the photographers threw handfuls of it everywhere. For the past week people have been coming up to me a trying to brush specks off my face. It is in my underwear, socks, pyjamas. My friends have had it passed on to them, contact high. It seeps into everything. In an era of XFactor sincerity and viral marketing it is the ultimate calling card. Unfortunately I have forgotten the photographers name.