Alphabelt

I'm halfway through making a font from a seat belt, like the ones used in queues.

Red tongues and dad-dancing.

This is pretty much a shrine to the best game ever invented. Now, I wouldn't like to claim it is undisputed, but in terms of my life here in New Cross, this game has dominated my spare time. I think you all know what I am talking about. SSB. On the N64 of course.
So when we went to After Aidzz the other week and saw the fit barmaid stroking sloppy 'S' shapes onto the top of our several snakebites, I couldn't help but ask for a substitution, letter-for-letter.
"This might sound mentally challenged, but would it be possible you could dash me a big fat 'B' on that one?"
The results were era-defining, and we celebrated long our victory long into the night until James was vomited at by a fairy-wing-donning birthday girl. He somehow dodged the projectile expulsion of smirnoff ice-cum-bile in Matrix fashion. Then we carried on getting inebriated. Good times.

Peachez vs Miss Piggy.

This very much brightened up my Wednesday evening. Fucking genius.

Sunday, Bloody Sunday.

Boaty Woaty.

Typography Workshop.

Freehand scaling up of the word 'widget' at 200%, without taking measurements etc.

THISISNOTANAPPLE.

I'm still playing around with this bloody poster. I got sick of looking at a generic photo of an apple in a field, so I thought that it would be more appealing and personal if I included a sample of my work from the 'recording observations' workshop. This relief piece is a corrugated cardboard segment.

Unfortunately, because of the slight tilt of the segment, although it has been aligned with the text, it looks a bit skewed and, in terms of composition, I feel this upsets the visual balance.

This is my most recent attempt.