DE VANE, Percival J.

[percy de vane]

PERCIVAL J. DE VANE. TWENTY-SIX | NEW YORK | PHOTOGRAPHER CURRENT LOCATION: New York, NY FAVORITE PLACE IN THE WORLD: Iguazu Falls, Argentina/Belize LAST KNOWN LOCATION: New York, NY HOMETOWN: London, England ANNIE SCOTT:  You know the saying you live and you learn? Biggest takeaway from this relationship. I was young, she was hot and it was all the toxic you could get. Annie made me want to pull my hair out more times than not. We would go back and forth; arguing and then having insane makeup moments. It fizzled out when she chose other guys over me. Which honestly was fine with me. Clearly at the end I wasn’t feeling it too much, I let a lot of bullshit slide and frankly didn’t give a fuck. At that point I was doing my own thing, she was running off doing the classic Annie charade. It needed to end. I just sort of let it. There were drunk calls of course, messages begging me to take her back. It’s funny when you stop giving a shit that they want you back, it always happens that way. That stopped pretty fast when I explained to her I wasn’t interested, didn’t want to go down that path anymore. She wasn’t pleased. She was used to getting her way. It was ugly at first. She’d see me out and just give me dirty looks, all while having another man on her arm. Then we stopped running in the same crowds. I saw her maybe a year ago, we chatted for a few and the ugliness had faded away. Hope she’s doing well now. INDIA SANTOS: There was a time when India was my best friend. We’d get drinks and dinner whenever we were in the same city. She was a chill girl, always there to give me advice and likewise. Something happened to her after Henry. She wasn’t right. I understand abuse can do that to you. I sympathized with her for a while. Tried to be there for her like a friend should. When she kept going back to him, I would shake my head and try to offer her advice as I did in the past. Quite frankly it pissed me off. But you just can’t force anyone to do anything. I stopped talking to her for a little bit. Messages me out of the blue one day, then she told me Henry wasn’t in the picture anymore. I was happy for her. However then it started to get weird. She looked to me as her knight and shining armor. She ended up confessing her love to me, while I had a girlfriend I should mention. It caused a lot of issues between me and India. And my relationship with Madelyn. Often I’d find India acting like my girlfriend. She’d question my whereabouts and constantly bother me about my lifestyle. I had to let her down easy; explain to her that we needed to have boundaries in our friendship and she needed to leave my girlfriend alone. India and I lost touch over the years. For the better. The last I heard she was doing well. I see Pixie pretty frequently and India will come up in conversation occasionally, that’s pretty much it though. MADELYN HOLT: The one that got away, or so I have dubbed her. Madelyn Holt was quite a catch for me. Not sure how I managed to score this one or even keep her for that long, but I must have been doing something right. She taught me a lot of things about how a relationship SHOULD be. Unlike my past ones. She was honest, down to earth and very kind when I didn’t deserve it. If you were looking for a girl who would get absolutely wasted with you and order pizza at 3am, she was that. An absolute blast to be around. She came into my life at a bad time. Right person, wrong time. I was just 22 years old and in the prime of my photography business. I was selfish and constantly dropping everything in my life for a gig. A gig where I would disappear for MONTHS, lose my phone in a city or random rainforest. It’s like I was dead to the world when really I was just trying to get the best shot. She put up with for sometime but she grew tired of it after some time. I can’t say I blame her. We found ourselves in a little bit of a predicament when her photos got leaked. She thought it was me, I thought it was her for some buzz to follow the housewives. It was messy. I regret not working harder on this relationship, she truly deserved more than I gave her. 22 year old Percy was on top of the world and he didn’t think about much other than himself. I wish I could tell her that. It’s been ages since we’ve spoken. I’ve heard about some of the things she’s been involved with. Still look at her Instagram when I actually get on the application these days. She’s still beautiful as ever. I wish her well in everything she does. A YEAR IN REVIEW --- January-February I was immersed in my job as always. Not dropping dead and disappearing but focused. I was bouncing back and forth between London and New York. Making a few trips out to the gallery I opened in LA. I was go go go, but in a new Percy fashion. March happened and it changed the whole world. I was in London when we went on a lockdown. When I think of it now, it was a blessing. For everyone that knows me, you know I get the travel itch. I was itching so bad to get the hell out of London. I never could stay in one place for long. My business was taking a hit. Anxiety was driving me insane, day after day. Fuck you, COVID. That’s what we’ve all been saying since March. Well it hit home real hard for the De Vane family in July. It started as a cough for my Mum. We were sitting out on the terrace one Sunday morning when we all saw her gasp, struggling to breathe. NHS 111 was dialed immediately. When she was admitted to the hospital her oxygen was 79%. Immediately placed on oxygen only for her to decline further, needing ventilator assistance. As fucked up as it is, the whole family was together. My father was at her side, despite the protest from his new wife. At her side as best as he could be given all the hospital restrictions. She was the matriarch that kept the family together and she was on her death bed. Poppy de Vane the socialite on her death bed was the talk of London for weeks. It was sickening truly. Just like this god damn virus in general. The nurses and doctors broke it down simply to us, she was not going to make a recovery. She was on a ventilator for sixty days when we decided to pull the plug. September 5 living forever in my mind as I said goodbye to my beautiful mum over FaceTime. You barely could recognize her. Eleanor moved into the house temporarily, she would eventually take up residence in the family home. We spent a lot of the time together, with my niece Lux. Eleanors husband had left her a year prior so all we had was each other. My father still being a fuck, selfish retired musician. He made a scene at the small intimate family gathering we did. Everything about this time was nagging me. Even though I was home often it felt like a stranger to me. So I did what any logic person would do - I put my company up for sale. I still had every intention of working for it just not owning it. It sold a few weeks after my mums passing. It wasn’t bittersweet, it felt like a relief. I figured I needed to grow up a little more. Enjoy myself and my time that I have left, as morbid as that sounds. New York seemed like the place I needed to make home again for a while. I neglected my apartment for a while, there were opportunities for me and it just felt right. I’m not traveling anymore, unless it’s absolutely necessary. My gigs are more local based. I haven’t been to London since my mum’s passing, but once the pandemic is over my visits will be a little more frequent.

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