JG Rix

1991: A summer in the South of France. A morning waking up in the half-light on a beach in Biarritz, after a night clubbing. Finding that a dog has grabbed the copy of The Tales of Hoffmann that’s accompanying me on my travels. A fight ensues, each tugging until a rip and I get the book and he gets the cover. Him stopping to pee in my shoe kicked-off in sleep before racing away. A mediocre dissertation written on the following New Year’s Day, but a lifelong obsession with the uncanny.