Over the course of my long residency as Curator and CEO of the Peachy Coochy Nite (a text and image entertainment) it has been my regular pleasure to prefigure this London-based cult occasion with publicity materials that strive to capture the tone of the diverse and eruptive evenings that reflect human ingenuity under unnatural constraint yet remain refreshingly devoid of spiritual value. Ten days or so before each Nite I despatch to an ever swelling mailing list an informative electronic notelet. These stylistically unadorned and matter-of-fact advertisements have, by dint of their spartan transparency, garnered a covey of keen collectors whose completism I shall now satisfy.
I invite the reader to savour the archive here, or by clicking on ‘Peachy- the Ads’ on the top bar of this page.