Sean Parker
BA (Hons) Illustration
London College of Communication
(+44) 07985 773109


Why study?

when you can do this.


Lensy wensy.

Just bought myself a new bloody lens, didn't I?
A lovely little 50mm for my digital slr.
And I only went and took some piccy wiccys, didn't I?

JOY e-banners.

A bit of last-minute work for my good friend Eleni over at JOY.
Just some headers for their Christmas sales email.

I actually started off with the grey shadow sitting flush on top of the main
white text, but it was kind of a happy accident and i just went with it.
She says she's going to pay me in beer. Good times.



what on earth have i been up to recently? you may not be wanting to know the answer, but i certainly do. all i can seem to remember doing when not sleeping is;
- smoking
- rolling cigarettes
- searching for food
- resigning to soup
- playing halo
- losing halo
- moping about my lack of creativity
- travelling to and from work
- thinking about sleep
- trying to catch the mice that are jamming behind the oven so that we can paint numbers onto
them and potentially declare some kind of national mouse racing championships.

it's weird hugh not being here, and now laura's gone home for christmas. the house is getting emptyyy, i want everyone to be here all the time. i mean, if anything, i miss hugh annoying me and making me do stuff, he's my mr. motivator. but i know that he's having a fucking sick time Down Under, and i doubt he's even thinking about us back here in the shitty wind tunnel that is NU X. he's only been gone a week and a half.

laura aswell, i miss her repeating anything james says but slowing it down for no real reason eg. "youurr.. bed??" megalolz. her nameless addiction must be suffering now she's at home, but perhaps that is a good thing; it might make her appreciate it more.

it's odd y'know. i'm really not much of a fan of being by myself. obviously, i need a bit of time to just jam out and scower the internet for videos of gay referees and that yoyo gimp, but this is just filling in the time i spend in bed. my attention span is so short, i begin looking for porn and end up giggling my tits off to a dancing bear.

and this is why i live with my best friends: i can tell them about these stories. for instance, we talk about james' wanger more than any other topic. our matra is "it's all about the banter".


Word Association.

My housemate and I somehow started out talking about scotch eggs, and finished reminiscing about this guy.
Seriously, check out his moooves. His hat and glasses make him look like a really bad Samuel L Jackson impersonator.

Highlight: The 'step-by-step' guide to "Split the Atom". He couldn't have done it faster if he had tried.

Tennis racquet man.

continuous line drawing of a dude at trafalgar square who fit through a tennis racquet.
get a real job?



someone commented that the smoke in the bottom doodle resembled a map of the globe.
i hasten to add this was completely coincidental, but i'll take the credit. thanksbye.


My early night

..turned into watching this pointless wankrag of hilarity.


ATM Etiquette Manifesto.

The project is now over. After labouring over an idea that I never truly believed in, I summoned a final poster declaring my evangelist take on queue interaction. Visually, I'm not convinced that it does the trick, but my aim was to keep things rather simple and informative. The last thing I wanted to do was alienate the audience.
Here are some photos from around London.I put them up in several locations up over the weekend.