↳I don’t want to be in the band anymore. Unknown Pleasures was it. I was happy. I never meant for it to grow like this. When I’m up there, singing they don’t understand how much I give and how it affects me. Now they want more. They expect me to give more. And I don’t know if I can. It’s like it’s not happening to me, but… someone pretending to be me, someone dressed in my skin. Now we’re going to America. I have no control anymore. I don’t know what to do.
At school Riley had told people who asked that he would either be a rock star or an actor, “not being cocky, only because acting and singing were the only things I could do”. It was a while coming. The first time he ever saw himself on a screen was the premiere of Control at Cannes five years ago. “I was lucky it was such a beautiful film,” he says. “But it was very weird. I mean like hearing your own voice on an answerphone, but magnified a lot. I think I left nail marks in the arms of the seat. You just fear you are going to do something false. You are just thinking: ‘Don’t fuck up.’ And as an actor I still don’t really know exactly what I am doing most of the time.”
Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery—celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from—it’s where you take them to.”