I wonder whether there exists such a thing as a naughty banknote. Currency circulates, taking a trip around the bank after each transaction – only to be recirculated – continuing this loop for 1-2 years depending on the note’s origin. It would be interesting to track their journey, through varying pockets, cash registers and hands. Maybe some would have an overweight of transactions with a more questionable character, only trading for skin flicks and cigarettes. Naughty banknotes – 15.3cm x 7.8 cm sized devils with a bad influence, controlling your limbic system from the safe haven that is your back-pocket, until you slide it in between the folds of those fishnets and the swinging thighs that carry them. It might feel better there, like a fish in water – without the fishnets. If you knew that the fiver you were about to squeeze through the gap in that little boy scout’s collection box had previously been rolled up and used for snorting coke, bought a gun, three shots of tequila and a blow job – would you feel bad?