Mad About The Boy

An afternoon spent in Croydon. I had to go the bank. My brain seemed to devise a coping-with-dull-concrete-and-shoppers mechanism by sending me visuals of naked people running wildly through fields, across roads; of jumping into huge tides, singing, yelling; all to a soundtrack of "Mad about the Boy." (wtf!!) At home, I listened to Dinah Washington on loop and googled "naked people running." Eventually Ryan McGinley revealed himself. Now I'm crazy about his images.