If Wishes Were Horses: The Horse That Only I Could Ride

Well, this was a rum chapter. I really wasn’t anticipating that imaginary horses would end up linked to human ponies, but it turned out that they are, you could say, the same thing. The links for anything concerning ponyplay (the practice of dressing up in PVC horse outfits) are obviously for those over the age …

May the Horse Live in Me

One of the less than lovely things about writing a book is acknowledging that your favourite lines of enquiry sometimes just don’t fit into the finished product. They are the wildest, most fascinating goose chases, but they just will not bend and be shaped into that book thing you’ve built. They won’t be twined into …

What Behoofs You

I hope this is a hoax. The Mail is reporting that Betfair have commissioned some “limited edition” boots in the shape of horses’ hoofs to mark the 100th anniversary of the Cheltenham Festival. Click here for hideosity. UPDATE: a commenter on the Guardian points out that they look like a bad rip-off of these artworks.

The Greatest Ballet That Never Was

Ballet dancer Jacques d’Amboise is interviewed by Yona Zeldis McDonough (for the Paris Review‘s website) about his autobiography, I Was a Dancer, and the subject of the great choreographer Balanchine comes up: There’s a line in the memoir that I love: “With [Jerry] Robbins, you were amplified; with Balanchine, you were transformed.” I think it’s …