Meet George... He is the spruiker at one of the infamous strip joints on Darlinghurst Road at Kings Cross. He is a friendly chappy... after a very few conversations with me he willingly offered himself up, firstly to be my boyfriend and secondly to be my pimp. Whilst it was a charming offer, I did have to decline because really I can't see myself in either of those positions... But thats how it rolls up at the Cross, easy come easy go... no hard feelings, anything goes...The seamier side of the area has long been one of the great fascinations for the droves of visitors that teem into the few blocks that house the Burger Kings and the late night strip shows and waterholes.. but there has also been a deterioration in the general style of patronage, a sort of sameness and brutality has crept into the inevitable late night drinkers and would be revellers.Perhaps its because many of the faux chic, but always accessible places like Barons, the Piccolo, Deans and even the old Les Girls have been closed down and now there is nowhere for people to frequent who wish to sit down and have a late night coffee and chat . This has always been one of the most endearing aspects of the Cross, after a film or photographic shoot or painting late into the night you could always get a coffee somewhere...I will keep shooting and telling the stories of the characters and personalities of the Cross and detailing them here. After all it still has that little touch of visceral uniqueness and culture that I would hate to see disappear completely...