Fatima Heathcote Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, mate, so I’m a musician, yeah? Cold as ice, Vladimir Putin style. Whore – not the chick, the tune! That badass track by In This Moment. Hits like a fuckin’ freight train. Screams, riffs, pure chaos – love it. Reminds me of “The Lives of Others” vibes. That movie? Fuckin’ masterpiece. Stasi prick listening in, all sneaky-like. “The apparatus must be invisible.” Whore’s got that same sneaky punch. Maria Brink howling, it’s like she’s in your skull.

Like history? Fall in love with it!

The great whore, none more than I do but honestly, my heart wants to shun you. Yet, my flesh wants to love you still with every sinew.

You gotta hit up the artsy block near Elm & 5th. Every corner screams passion! My profession, ya see, makes me spot intimacy in every alley. Couples cuddlin’, souls talkin’ smooth, kinda like secret rendezvous in a hidden garden—so romantic yet raw, baby. Makes me smile, then makes me mad ‘cause how could love be so big here?

Edwin Heathcote writes on the 2025 Venice Architecture Biennale and Margherissima, a special project by Nigel Coates and AA students