vontoge.

a couple of the attractive anomalies that i have acquired recently;
a label maker that i found in our loft when we moved house, a handmade journal with a recycled leather cover i bought from a hairy man at piccadilly market, and a kodak brownie from a charity shop in tonbridge (not terribly valuable, but rather pretty all the same).

Benicassim 2008

right. well, i've been back a while, but i have only just been able to find my macbook under the sedimentary layers of vestements strewn about my room. it's a shame i wasn't able to post my thoughts about the experience a lot earlier, because i have forgotten most of them now. the least i can do is piece together a sketchy amalgam of the festival....

we arrive at 11.30pm on tuesday night at benicamp, and pitch up in the car park, thinking that this was an ideal spot because of the lack of other campers. we proceed to get fucked and stagger around the campsite befriending northerners. we wake up at 8am, involuntarily, mind. the ruthless sun attacks the ground with rays of golden torture. we then realise why there is a lack of other campers; the heat has obviously melted both them and their belongings and they have been soaked into the ground, which is not too dissimilar to a quarry.

the subsequent two days consist of sprawling ourselves on the beach and frequenting the insanely cheap supermercados, which are constantly rammed with louts running about cradling beer and baguettes like their own offspring. outside the pedestrianised motorways, gangs of wilting youths, sporting comedy hats and aviators (and not much else) circle their wagons. what then follows can only be described as savoury mayhem. cheese, chorizo, chutney, countless other ch- foods all being sliced, diced and pureed. it's like watching ready steady cook with a bunch of kids with ADHD.

the beach is perfect. like faye dunaway holding a double barrell shotgun to warren beatty's loaf. except the sand is hotter than the sun itself. but apart from that, perfect. planes of caramel pulled taut along the flapping blue. cultured bathers refute bikini tops for the all-over tan, while michael jackson impersonators cower beneath octagonal oasis.

will update when i can be arsed.

Isometric shit.

Yeah, I know it's already been done, like, a thousand times, but isometric paper is the bee's knees. Yum yum yum.

K is for Klaus.

work was long today. my boss kept making awful jokes about my nose piercing. well, it was one joke, but hammered in several times throughout the course of the day. by four, my feet were killing me. i pretty much spent the last hour of work leaning on everything and anything in an attempt to relieve my poor footies. since i got home, i have only moved from my desk to have a cigarette and a cuppa cha. my poor eyes. oh and i also got up to spray this stencil. i spent last night cutting the shitting thing, christing fiddly it was. worth the effort, though. although i will do the entire thing again due to the retarded nature of the right limb. you get the picture though, it would look badboy on a bag. screenprinted in red. mmmm.

Eclectic Collective Clubnight

My friends Manda and Thom recently got their creative arses in gear and arranged a clubnight at Redstar in Camberwell to launch their soon-to-be-Brighton-based team, the Eclectic Collective. Now, you may well be thinking that Camberwell is not THE hottest spot in South London, but i can assure you, the artkids arrived in their herds. It might well have been the hook attached to the F word (no, not that one, i mean free) that was the stigma for appearing in their posh frocks and such, but the night was undoubtedly a success.
Cor Blimey (see link below) headlined the evening on the decks, while the hosts, Manda and Thom, playsuit and wifebeater clad, respectively, followed up with some elechno beats. They were kind enough to ask me to be the official photographer for the evening on behalf of the collective and i happily obliged. With some assistance from my (illegitimate) twin, Eleni, and some random hands, i managed to document pretty much every movement anyone made all night. Click on 'Eclectic Collective Clubnight' to see all 509 of the snaps.
These are a few of my favourite....

If i hear rocket summer one more time, i'll stop the car.

hi. it's before midnight, which is always a morale boost when realising that neglecting your blog is verging on heresy. i would like to say that i have been thinking about the following content all day, but i have had more pressing things to apply myself to, like trying not to cry like a girl when the well-pierced man was clamping my nostril like a 2x4. i wept a mini stream when he inserted, nay, thrusted, the stem of the piercing through my snozz. aside from the feminine squeals escaping from my throat for that half-a-minute of hell, i've had a good day. i saw my girl off into a shifty, unmarked taxi, which was allegedly bound for stansted, and immediately regretted the decision. what the shit am i going to do now with my evenings? bombing to hers at 12.30am to make rocky road now seems like the coolest thing to do when i can't sleep.

freelancing. klaus.

my good friend kitty and i have recently been venturing into pastures new in terms of holiday activities. after the success of our 'cheap!' canvas bags at susanna edwards' budgie show in hackney, we decided that this was something that we could do over the summer to fund our alcohol purchases. using a stolen screen from college, some half price inks and a lot of patience, 'catparts' was born.
so we know someone who knows someone who is responsible for promoting local bands, and we contacted him to ask if he wanted any merch. he obliged and gave us 'klaus says buy the record', a brighton-based troubadour who weaves endearing tales of lost love. i have met klaus aka jon mills on a few occasions in the past and he's a thoroughly nice guy with an enthralling aura about him, so we were delighted to get such a gig (moreover he was recently crowned winner of Red Stripe Music Award, a nationwide search for unsigned talent, that pushed him into the spotlight of the main stage at Great Escape festival in brighton... look
http://playlouder.com/content/16845/klaus-says-buy-the-record-clinches-red-stripe-title)






if anyone cares, our 'cheap!' bags are being exhibited in Tatty Devine on brick lane now.

crossword font 2nd draft.

Yeah, still lacking in finesse, but i think you'll agree it looks more credible in portrait. I really need to work hard on eliminating all of the two-letter answers, because it makes it easier to see that it is not a real crossword. I really like the unorthodox lettering, though.

teapography

Excuse the pun, but these jars are amahzing.
I found them my girl's house and nearly
jizzed my pants.
Original 70s typography for you, right there.
The uniform height and bracketed slab serifs
make me happy to have eyes.

crossword font

This is the first draft of the font I am working on based around crosswords.
Inspired by the "Jumbo Puzzle Book" that amuses me while i do the poo poo,
I am intending to fit the entire alphabet into the negative spaces in the grid
without using the little fillers, so I've got a little way to go yet.