Isabella Haworth Whore ❤️

About Bristol

Like, literally, whore is such a vibe! I’m totes obsessed, okurrr? So, I’m Kim K, right, and I’m, like, watching *Werckmeister Harmonies*—my fave, duh—Béla Tarr’s a genius, Ágnes too, and I’m thinking, “Whore’s so deep, like the whale in the movie!” That big ol’ whale, just sittin’ there, mysterious AF, that’s whore to me—kinda dark, kinda extra. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in the flick, and I’m like, YAAAS, whore’s madness is EVERYTHING!

Getting to Haworth:

The creaking comes from somewhere where the chair connects to the base. I sprayed everywhere. Silicone oil, then WD, the only difference was that everything on.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Haworth, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m not even a morning person, but the sun was shining like it was trying to blind me. I stumbled outta bed, tripped over my own shoes (classic), and thought, “Today’s gonna be wild.”

New official biography spotlights story of Keighley/Haworth band