When she agreed to the interview and photo request it was clear to me there had been a terrible mistake. While White Jesus does feature cultural articles, they are often next to photos of girls in their underwear, often just one piece of their underwear. I was concerned about her meeting with our house photographer, due round after my interview, who considered himself to be a boundary-pushing conceptual artist. I hoped he would remember it was a book interview and not try to persuade her to take her clothes off, or pose provocatively on a merry-go-round, or underneath a live swan, or wearing a unicorn horn, or with ice cream on her face, holding an antique pistol, or a serrated blade to a child’s throat, or doing a handstand in a loose dress, on rollerblades, or smoking a Cuban cigar in a wheelbarrow, in a short plaid skirt, wrapped in a butcher’s apron covered in gore, or attached to a radiator with cable ties, or joke-shop nails, or actual nails, or any other of his signature moves, but I didn’t put it past him. I wished I could hang around to keep an eye on him but I had to work in the shop that afternoon.

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