Sitting not standing with Muhammad Ali, Amir Khan, Manny Pacquiao and Nicola Adams
My fascination with boxing began when a fling ended in 2005. To lure my beloved back, I took an avid interest in his passion: boxing. What started as a fickle attempt grew into a love of watching sculpted arms thrusting the salted air, swaying flesh entangled in a tango, while the fighters figure out who leads and follows, who beckons and assassinates. I would draw similarities between boxing and my pastime, dance, whilst fixating on this Diadumenos-creature.
“I said Joe’s gonna come out smokin’ and I ain’t goin’ to be jokin’. I’ll be peckin’ and a pockin’, pourin’ water on his smokin’, and that might shock 'n' amaze ya but I will destroy Joe Frazier.”
Though the beloved quickly faded, nine years later and I’m just as enthralled as I was. 2014 is the 50th anniversary of the crowning of Cassius Clay as World Champion, beating Sonny Liston in 1964. In a sport that prizes itself on self-discipline and injury, it’s endearing to imagine Clay as a roaring Muhammad Ali perched on a bar stool, a voracious smile stretching ear-to-ear, taking large spoonfuls of apple pie and vanilla ice cream, energetically delivering rhyming couplets about Joe Frazier.
A film inspired by Alaina Wong's look back in hunger at boxing’s championship meals series with photography by Luke Kirwan and art direction by Mary Lees
Alaina Wong is a food editor and writer and in her spare time runs the supper club and canapé catering business, A Boy Named Sous.