Library book covers stolen, altered and put back by Joe Orton as part of a guerrilla protest against Islington library's poor selection, only caught (and jailed) after an elaborate sting operation involving many undercover librarians.
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Thursday, 6 October 2011
WRAP
Issue 3 of WRAP magazine launches today, I'm very excited to have been asked to do an Illustrated Day in the Life Of, which centres around my various day to day procrastinations. Most looking forward to seeing the real issue tonight at the launch, it's such a great format, massive and colourful and full of delights!
Also just cannot stop thinking about Drive.
Loving that sweet sweet Home&Away type and jeezo, check out that jacket. HOT DAMN, whata film!
Also just cannot stop thinking about Drive.
Loving that sweet sweet Home&Away type and jeezo, check out that jacket. HOT DAMN, whata film!
Monday, 3 October 2011
Fini!
Finished the sign today despite hundred mile winds shaking my hand to bits. So don't look too closely at the lettering towards the end...
I wonder what the first graffiti will say..? I'm going to bet on Tart School.
Also saw the first pic of Dark Shadows, the film I worked on over the summer. I probably shouldn't say what I actually did for the film, seeing as I signed a confidentiality agreement and I don't want to get shouted at/sued/killed. Needless to say it was HUGELY IMPORTANT and MOST GOOD.
The sets are insane and incredible and standing in the props store made me want to weep.
I wonder what the first graffiti will say..? I'm going to bet on Tart School.
Also saw the first pic of Dark Shadows, the film I worked on over the summer. I probably shouldn't say what I actually did for the film, seeing as I signed a confidentiality agreement and I don't want to get shouted at/sued/killed. Needless to say it was HUGELY IMPORTANT and MOST GOOD.
The sets are insane and incredible and standing in the props store made me want to weep.
Saturday, 1 October 2011
OCTOBER? You must be mistaken.
Have been painting the sign for the new Art School Union which has relocated from the now ghost town of Renfrew Street to the ever-thrilling Sauchiehall Street. Started off well, a touch windy but sunny and bright. Was asked an average of 6 questions every ten minutes:
Do you let old people in? (old guy)
Do you serve alcohol? (woman with pram)
How would my son get work experience at the Art School? (loud woman with rather pink lipstick)
Are you Banksy? (neds)
Are you going to be a sign-writer when you grow up? (really old guy)
Do you know where the Casino is? (enthusiastic young man)
Do you serve alcohol? (man wearing leather trousers)
To all of which I of course answered YES.
So it was all going quite well and then BOOM, torrential rain. Even with my trusty sidekick B and a large umbrella, we couldn't get it finished before the heavens opened and battered us down. Plus I knelt in chewing gum, which was just depressing.
It has been raining ever since. Hopefully I'll finish it tomorrow, although BBC Weather suggests otherwise...
(so close and yet so far...)
Also, to all those lucky happy people in London texting me about how delightfully hot it is down there, please stop it. You know it's like Jurassic Park up here, you're just being mean.
Who's up for a paddle?
Do you let old people in? (old guy)
Do you serve alcohol? (woman with pram)
How would my son get work experience at the Art School? (loud woman with rather pink lipstick)
Are you Banksy? (neds)
Are you going to be a sign-writer when you grow up? (really old guy)
Do you know where the Casino is? (enthusiastic young man)
Do you serve alcohol? (man wearing leather trousers)
To all of which I of course answered YES.
So it was all going quite well and then BOOM, torrential rain. Even with my trusty sidekick B and a large umbrella, we couldn't get it finished before the heavens opened and battered us down. Plus I knelt in chewing gum, which was just depressing.
It has been raining ever since. Hopefully I'll finish it tomorrow, although BBC Weather suggests otherwise...
(so close and yet so far...)
Also, to all those lucky happy people in London texting me about how delightfully hot it is down there, please stop it. You know it's like Jurassic Park up here, you're just being mean.
Who's up for a paddle?
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