Tuesday, 29 December 2009

Travelling home.

We stopped at the worlds shittest services and I had to buy some piss poor copy of GQ (the one with Simon Cowell on the cover looking like a piece of carefully molded shit).

On the way down I've ben playing with a camera app on my phone that works pretty well. Listened to Gold Panda - Dinosaur Jr - Arctic Monkeys - Julian Casablancas and Flying Lotus' discography. Wrote this while on some huge detour down a country lane.


I went into Glasgow yesterday afternoon to see my friend Lucy who I've not seen for about 4 years (according to her) we went to a restaurant which was pretty unaccomodating for us wheat free folk. She's a vegetarian too so my suggestion of a hearty dead chicken at nando's was quickly vetoed.

Once we'd eaten chatted and she pretty much had a nap we went for a wander. There was a pretty bright fairground where I took these photos although she amazingly came over all shy when I tried to take one of her (hence the ginger terrorist look). We eventually parted company after she'd managed to find my bus stop.

Sunday, 27 December 2009

Thursday, 24 December 2009

Wednesday, 23 December 2009

I've been quiet.

because I've been out 3 nights in a row and feel like death.

Wednesday, 16 December 2009

The day after.

We went to an amazing greasy spoon the day after right on the sea front. I think we were annoying all of the old people who were having christmas parties as they'd dressed the place up a bit.

It was an amazing old style greasy spoon where a cup of tea was 50p and breakfast was cheap as owt!

Then we went for a walk along the sea front from Hove to Brighton. It was pretty windy and rainy but it woke us up.

The whole weekend was great, it was great to see old friends and meet new ones. Brighton's a beautiful place and I'd move there at the drop of a hat if there were jobs. I can't wait to go back and explore it a bit more.

We went to a rather expensive pub.

Called the Seven Stars in Brighton that was alright but full of office Christmas parties.

I met a glasses buddy called Chloë and Laura had amazing hair as she'd been in some 1940's photoshoot during the day.

Not a fan of Christmas songs but this one's pretty damn good.

Monday, 14 December 2009

Mine and Tom's Romantic Walk

On my first day in Brighton Lizzie was a little busy making a hat so me and Tom went to the beach. It was nice and mild and very quiet. When we got there I found to my horror that my DSLR was totally knackered (it focuses and then turns off, any ideas?). We skimmed stones until we'd both pulled muscles in our shoulders like the neat guys we are.

More posts tomorrow as I'm too tired right now.

Sunday, 13 December 2009

When I was Younger

I used to hate going to sleep because I thought that when you woke up you were a different person. That during the night you died and then a new you took your place. No-one would ever know, how could they?

Thursday, 10 December 2009

The Hangover

Although slightly less eventful than the film of the same name, my hangover today was brutal. I spent most of the morning not even able to drink a can of red coke. This is what I looked like first thing.

After I'd fought the migraine with ibuprofen and said red coke I put my glasses on and looked a little bit more human. This was lucky as there was a hot buyer from tammy in today and I didn't really want to look like shit.

At least there wasn't a tiger in the toilet like on the film. The film's funny, honestly. Sorry if I spoilt it for you.

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

Good day.

Today was a good day, I finished the Acanthus and Snowdrop border for my print.

Sunday, 6 December 2009


This weekend I'm going here. I haven't been to Brighton before and I'm dead excited, I'm taking my camera. It'll be nice to be next to the sea again though it will probably be pissing down.

It's my friend Martha's birthday and I haven't seen her for TIME.

My Friend Lizzie the hatmaker is going to be there and so is:

Laura, hopefully she won't almost get me smashed to bits by some big bald white shirted men like that time in Cookie Club where she finished her drink and spat the ice cubes over the dance floor.

Glittery Jesus


Albrecht Durer

While out on me walkies yesterday I popped into Leicester's art gallery or museum? Think it was a bit of both. Anyway, they have a semi-permanent exhibition of Albrecht Durer prints. I love Albrecht Durer so this is brilliant. These horrible photos were taken on my cameraphone so they do him no justice at all but style-wise he's a hero of mine. These are all etchings and the Rhinoceros one is brilliant. He made it without ever having seen one. Not too far off is it?

I'll definitely be back to study them a bit more, I'd love to be able to produce work that uses that style.

Christmas List

This is my Christmas List, if all this stuff manages to turn up on the day I could be persuaded into not hating this time of year!

Number 1. The Olympus Pen.

Despite having Kevin Spacey ruining his career in a particularly bad advert for this, I've wanted one of these since I heard it was being re-issued as a digital. Beautiful little thing isn't it?

2. This t-shirt.

I bloody love a good t-shirt and this is an example of a good t-shirt that I bloody love. I've no idea who it's by or anything. Doesn't stop me bloody loving it though.

3. A vintage watch.

I love watches like this, I think it stems from the whole Madmen style thing. There's no way you'd get me in a suit so this bad lad is proabably as far as I'd go. Shame.

4. Daisy Lowe

Well you could probably narrow it down to any girl at the minute but Daisy is still my number 1 and I can't see that changing, ever.

5. This Lanvin Shirt.

Just look at it, all you need to see is that collar. Lanvin Menswear is mint.

5. This dinner.

As a wheat intolerant kind of chap, it's incredibly lucky I buzz off this food.

6. Element x Krabo fixed gear bike

I'm saving up to put one of these together for next year but if I happen across some dolla somehow in the meantime I would make sure I got one of these. It's amazing.

This is all. For now.

Monday, 30 November 2009

To dos and to do not's. (lists)

To dos:
Keep drawing for submissions for an illustration book
Get into work without having to march like a nazi on speed
Drink more green tea
Use the wardrobe instead of the floor
Work out how to go about repaying my student loan
Watch Fantastic Mr.Fox
Dig my camera out again before I forget how to use it

To do nots:
Feel like a twat at my first proper 'office christmas party'
Keep whining about how the cold makes my shoulder seize up
Get a creative block
Get lazy just because it gets dark at 4pm
Watch that Saatchi program again (although in reality I probably will, to make myself feel better while I eat alone on my couch)
Forget to put away the washing I just did (kitchen&clothes)
Accidentally listen to George Lamb

Thursday, 26 November 2009

Still going

Getting there, rather slowly.

Tuesday, 24 November 2009

Teaching you a lesson.

I'm in reactionary blogging mode. I know this isn't the best time to sit and analyse something properly but I'm not sure I'll ever get the time/feel strongly enough about it again.

I've just watched 'School of Saatchi' and my instant reaction was something approaching horror. I don't know why I wasn't expecting it to be what it was, but I wasn't; which is a complicated way of saying I went into it a little naïve.

The show (in case you haven't seen it) is essentially an 'Apprentice' or 'X-factor' for new artists and almost an absolute replica of the recent product design focused 'Design for Life' featuring one of my heroes Phillipe Starck. In an interview Starck gave after the airing of 'Design for Life' he complained of the direction of the program being taken out of his hands and it essentially just using him as bait to entice people to watch the show. Though I pretty much agree with his viewpoint on how the show was handled it was at least entertaining,
this was due mostly to Starck's personality and occasional threats relating to killing the contestants and covering the walls with their blood.

Anyway I was expecting 'School of Saatchi' to deliver something maybe a little more philosophical and interesting. I was hugely mistaken. It started off with 4 judges (standard) Tracy Emin, Matthew Collings, Kate Bush and Frank Cohen but it turns out these four were essentially only there to judge the literally shit from the not so shit. Which in my opinion they didn't do a great job of.

What they ended up with was a final 12 who then were tasked with doing some life drawing, while this was going on we had a brief interlude in which the nation was informed that life drawing no longer happens in British art education. Bit of a sweeping statement that. I've had a British art education and I did do life drawing, a whole excruciating and utterly hilarious week of it. I stared at and drew a nude lady for a whole fucking week. Non-stop. I also had the option at university too.

Back to the point, I'm not entirely sure of the purpose of this exercise. They said it was to do with skills that could be deduced from looking at the fruits of this life-drawing class. Contemporary fine artists are not all skilled painters and mark-makers preferring instead to explore a wide variety of media to find a way of expressing themselves and basicly finding a medium through which to convey their ideas. So predictably some of the drawings were pretty bad. The crap drawings looked even worse when placed next to some of the artists whose work was sculptural and good.

The way this sequence was shot was fairly rubbish as it only contained little segments about those people who eventually made the final six. It was at this point it really started to bug me, the final 6 were pretty predictable and the show just fell apart. All 12 were called to defend their work in front of the judges but you just didn't see much of a couple of them. The others all pretty much had the back-stories to provide the meat for something that's becoming a horrible device for shows like this, the 'journey' of the contestant.

Well anyway.

A girl called Eugenie especially infuriated me, she used a tactic I know all too well; the 'bullshit' defense. I know it because I was very good at it, it's primarily deployed when there is very little substance to a piece of work. To use it you have to be pretty quick mentally and you also have to be fairly good at answering back as sincerely as you can. What you say doesn't really matter because at this point you will have been put through the art school jargon mill to the point that the words will just come naturally tumbling from your mouth. It's essentially an exercise in saying nothing with as much feeling and sincerity as you can muster. Not easy but effective. I was surprised then when Tracy Emin was the one who called for her to be put through, I thought that Tracy of all of them would recognise this trick when she saw it. She should have. She's bloody excellent at it.

They essentially put through the eye-candy. I did think two deserved to go through although I disagreed with their reasons about one guy. He was the only one who'd never been to art school and was a commercial artist who did his own work on the side. The piece he showed had never been seen before and was beautiful, it was also a testament to how personal his work was. The reason they put him through was because he'd never been to art school and as such he was a 'normal guy'.

The BBC have a history of making some fairly decent programs surrounding the subject of new artists, even shows about art that have had a competitive edge to them (the celebrity filled 'Art School'). These shows have been fairly enlightened and have pretty much explained the bones of an art education in layman's terms. This is an approach that does well when talking about something as self-involved as the art world with all its in-jokes and reliance on academic criticism. The producers of 'School of Saatchi' on the other hand seem to have abandoned this approach and gone for one which celebrates the worst attributes of modern art.

It's the focus on celebrity that really gets under the sking though, especially that of Saatchi himself. It's so very disconnected Saatchi just wasn't even in the fucking thing he was just off-handedly alluded to. Like he was to busy trying to force feed another billion pounds down the throat of some 'next big thing' that we won't have heard of because we aren't art dealers. They referred to him the whole time as the 'Reclusive Charles Saatchi'. They also referred to him as a 'king-maker' at least three times. The reverence with which they spoke of their lord and master was humbling and reminiscent of the way people talk publicly about the guy that signs their paycheques. The whole program was rammed so far up Saatchi's arse there's no way he could have been in it without some weird yoga lessons first.

Good luck to the winner. I'm sure you'll get the respect you deserve.

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Surfer Blood - Astrocoast

Work at the minute chiefly consists of me getting one brain-melter of a design brief per day and having to work out a way of completing it in between all of the other boring ones. As such I'm currently flying through the BBC's radio comedy output and new music at a rate of knots.
I saw the name Surfer Blood somewhere (might have been Kitsune) and though I might as well look them up instead of considering listening to office banter about sales targets. I'm listening to lots at the minute but I really like this album, it's got a No Age/Wavves feel to it but it's not particularly lo-fi in that you can actually here stuff. It's got some pretty good choruses in too.
I'm trying to work out where I'd pitch them, they have a great bit of Dinosaur Jr in the guitar and they've certainly got a bit of Beach Boy's in there somewhere, maybe a bit of My Morning Jacket too. 'Swim' easily comes in as a favourite and I think it may be a single but as far as I can see they don't have any vids about yet, I've sifted through them so you don't have to and here's the best vid I could find:

Monday, 16 November 2009

3d sucks.

Ray Ban, Fabris Lane and Sainsbury's. My collection is complete apart from say some welding goggles?

Sunday, 15 November 2009

Holla for da Dolla.

Came into some money finally so I decided to treat myself a bit, got these amazing etnies mid-tops which may be the most comfortable shoes I've ever owned.

I also had a good shop around and ended up being completely amazed at Zara's new menswear stuff, I've not been in for a while and it seems to have re-positioned itself as more of a H&M for slightly older people. They've dropped their prices and their output is just better! Ended up buying a pair of really dark navy waxed jeans, they've got a lovely light denim on the inside so when you turn them up they look amazing! I also bought a really nice plaid shirt with the killer touch of having elbow patches, been waiting ages to see a shirt with them on. Got it quite large though so it goes better with skinny jeans and just so it looks a little different to EVERY other lad who's wearing a plaid shirt at the minute. That's almost all lads everywhere.


More sneaky sneaks from my new work, i'm pretty buzzing over this. It's mint to finally stop planning it and actually get some stuff down. Can't wait for it to start coming together!

Thursday, 12 November 2009

The beginning.

This is the beginning of my new project, probably won't finish it till sometime next year. Really excited to finally start doing some of my own stuff!

Tuesday, 3 November 2009

Note to self: Tidy room, put Topman Design coat on ebay, relax?

Friday, 30 October 2009