The Amorist, a new magazine

'Never get involved in a new publication,' my boss would intone, in the days when old publications were deemed to be safe. We did editing with pencils, rubbers, scissors, glue, a Rotadex full of jokes, and an art department along the carpeted corridor. They had scalpels and a more narcotic glue. The art director was chairman of the Royal Yachting Association. The editor's PA's boyfriend had a sideline in porn but she was so posh it didn't count.

We moved on. One of us married the chairman of a big four accountancy firm. One became the Duchess of Buccleuch.

Selfridges' window, 2016

And I got involved in a new publication.

The Amorist is edited by Rowan Pelling, who negotiates the boundaries of taste with zest and refinement.  Billed as 'a romantic, witty and discursive erotic magazine – a flirtatious conversation, designed to appeal to women and men', it's aimed like Cupid's arrow at readers of The Oldie, London Review of Books, History Today, The Lady, The Spectator, The TLS, New Statesman, Private Eye...

Selfridges' window, 2016

My own involvement is low on stress (for me, anyway). It's a feature written and illustrated by me about drawing Japanese rope bondage in performance (see my other blog, two clicks away, for background). I'm very happy to have it in the launch issue, out on 26 April in WHSmith and elsewhere, including an online edition. There's a cheapo subscription deal.

For more information please see http://www.theamorist.co.uk/

Selfridges' window, 2016

Ladbroke Square Gardens, Notting Hill