Robert Leeming

Sylvia? I can’t honestly remember your name. Sylvia sounds about right, the shivering essence, the sheet glass sounds of your name out of time, seem about right. I had been there for longer than I should have and everything had gone wrong. Your live-in maid, your adopted mother in her eyes only, stared at me coldly as I tapped my suitcase down those ancient staircase steps, tip toeing homeward. I remember you telling me that […]

I must say that I’ve been something of a distant admirer of Secret Cinema for some time. It sounds like such a fascinating idea, a bi-monthly showing of a secret film, shown in a site-specific location, supported by lashings of theatre. Dress codes and clues handed out to potential punters, suggesting possible hints as to the theme of the evening. In an age when DVD’s rule the roost, it is exceptionally exciting to see a […]