Jess Holly Bates is one of those filthy creative types – she has her fingers in all the pies.Whether devising with Red Leap, spitting poetry with spoken word crew NoVA Riche, or fixing the housewives/gay boys of Three Lamps their rice Lattes at Salta, Jess is bossing her way to the top. Often spotted trawling for trousers in St Kevin’s, or trapped in the closet at the Basement Theatre, this snap captures her on the eve of her whirlwind tour of Europe. Performing in London and at Edinburgh Fringe, her acclaimed solo show REAL FAKE WHITE DIRT is fresh, funny and dripping with faux pas. In this, her power-suit portrait, Jess Holly Bates turned her winning smile to the camera between chores. Her novelty teaspoon range and first book of poems are coming out soon!
