Tag Archives: Dom Agius

lingering whispers by sarah bailey 0

On the backdrop of the stage, an erotic film of a beautiful model with a snake writhing across her breast is projected. Enormous predatory robot cameras prowl the catwalk filming the parade of models that stalk by in their evermore exquisite, otherworldly ensembles, balanced on vertiginous ‘armadillo shoes’ like space-age chopines. Occasionally the cameras turn [...]

rogue 0

It’s savage and it’s cruel
And it shines like destruction
Comes in like the flood
And it seems like religion
It’s noble and it’s brutal
It distorts and deranges
And it wrenches you up
And you’re left like a zombie

Images: © Dom Agius, Rogue, 2010, photographic series
Text: From Love Is A Stranger (single released in 1991) by Eurythmics

remember 0

Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing, as the blowing sand
Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep
When winds along the darkened desert sweep?
Or would it still remember, tho’ it spanned
A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned
The vacant ether with their voices deep?
Soul of my [...]

dom agius: a new royal family a wild nobility 0

Dom Agius was born in Southern England, raised in East Africa, educated in the West Country and lives, loves and works in London. The eldest son of an eldest son of an eldest son, Agius is a photographer, writer, and music producer. A helpless and eternal enthusiast, he will never stop roaming the world hunting [...]

the beautiful room is empty 0

And yet, just as he was leaving he stood by the door in his dark blue military overcoat and he touched my hand with his, held it simply, normally, and asked me if I wanted to grab a bite to eat later. I said why not. Then he was gone. I put my lips where [...]

panther 0

He was late and while we’d been expecting someone young, we’d imagined him more.. feral. Tougher, rougher round the edges perhaps. He’d said on the phone he was a boxer, a labourer. He had sounded wise, or savvy at least but laughed regardless, as aware of the cliches as us. He wanted photographs of [...]

lingering whispers 1

For who can wonder that man should feel a vague belief in tales of disembodied spirits wandering through those places which they once dearly affected, when he himself, scarcely less separated from his old world than they, is for ever lingering upon past emotions and bygone times, and hovering, the ghost of his former self, [...]

remembering 0

“Bournemouth 3-6-0-4-0, Calcot Hotel, Speaking?”
Brasso-ed brass and buffed up bannister
Sliding down to the dining room down there
Its dizzy Turkish carpet and locked pianoforte
And one frosted eyed NHS spec-ed waitress
Under duress for but 10 minutes a day
Between the roast being served
And’t soup dishes being cleared away
Posh it was not but homely and cosy
A ‘Colour TV’ resident’s [...]

the pandorian gallery 4

© Katharina Hesse, Green Scarf Girl, 2008. 80 x 53 cm, edition of 5
In a bid to encourage, nurture and support creativity, we have now launched The Pandorian Gallery in order to introduce, represent, curate and sell works by some of our favourite international artists. In keeping with our distinct editorial policy, The Pandorian Gallery’s [...]

a misplaced youth 0

After he left no one ever warned her about the not being touched. A starvation of caresses after years of misplaced intimacies. Even though it had been years since they shared a bed she took to hugging a pillow at night. It helped. Sometimes.
No one ever warned her about seeing him in new clothes [...]