Fox Emerson is not an enigma; kind of Italian, kind of Australian, and a bit of chavvy from his years in England. Fox’s weird antics will always make those around him laugh. Like most young gym goers (though not so young), he carries a yoga matt around even if he never actually goes to yoga. He thinks he’s strutting his stuff but gets told quite a lot that he bounces when he walks and looks like he needs the toilet. If Twitter bio’s can be believed, he’s an altruistic liar.
Back in the black and white days, Fox completed a degree in Computer Science – then spent a good part of his life working all over the world in the ever so exciting area of computer sciences (not sarcastic at all). Even though this meant he lost all his hair from stress of his work, he soldiered on up until recently. After years of repetitive work, Fox wanted to invest his down time into something that he always wanted to do. Write. The books that Fox has created derive from his own life experiences, which makes for gripping storylines across all of his books.
“Monique – she was real”, he sighs. “Kelly-Anne was one of my dearest friends. We wrote a book together we did. Her in her North London flat, recounting ‘fings’ as though they were ordinary and me, bashing them keys with a fag ‘anging out me mouth and a wild-eyed questioning stare somewhere under them bleedin’ bushy brows. Honest ‘guv. She was real she was. But then she went and died. Pretty sad about it still, init.”
He got the writing bug then and went off on a tangent. It was evident that he really wanted to write this apocalyptic love story about a girl who falls for a wealthy guy, just as the world has gone to shit and a virus kills over 90% of the world’s population. Some light reading for you here in Mr 303. Boy did he get trolled for that book, kind of nearly put him off finishing part 2, which is a shame, given it’s like nearly finished. One day…another sigh, into an empty room.
Circle in the Sand which was released in October 2017 saw a departure from sexual topics and an exploration of aliens, ghosts, UFO’s and Gods.
“The problem with clones, is we are all clones and nobody wants to be one. We all run around wearing the same brands, cut our hair the same way, and bitch and whine how life is so homogenic and everything tastes and looks the same. The irony of this is when someone does something really different – aka – Lady Gaga – we go mental and admire it and challenge it and become inspired by it when we could just stop buying into the mass-shit of everything and get our own identities and live our own truths. But, whatever, each to their own. Right?”
Fox Emerson now lives between Milan and London and on the periphery of the catwalk.
“It’s all about balance,” he says, stroking a black cat from his home in London’s hip and happening – omg everyone wants to live there – Finsbury Park, flat.