1972: I cannot sleep and go downstairs. The television is on and there is a woman tying a scarf round a penis. The man is naked and in bed; he has soft shiny hair, which he keeps touching. There is a conversation about abortion and the image keeps flashing and cutting out.
1980: I am 15, and go to the Scala Cinema in London, where you can see three films for one pound. I come in on a film of a man up against a wall getting a blow job. The next film is called Flesh (1968), directed by Paul Morrissey and produced by Andy Warhol. A woman wearing trousers is tying a bow around Joe Dallesandro’s cock.
Watching Flesh online: between rapid edits of Geraldine Smith tying the bow she is saying, ‘Oh, it looks so great wrapped up. Oh, it looks scrumptious. Oh, it looks so beautiful with a little bow on it. Gee, it does wonders.’
Hilary Lloyd lives in London, UK. This year, she has had solo shows at Greene Naftali, New York, USA, Temple Bar Gallery + Studios, Dublin, Ireland, Dorich House Museum, Kingston, UK, and Focal Point Gallery, Southend-on-Sea, UK.