Black: Good Times Red: Bad Times Blue: Paradoxical Occurrence
17/12/11 stranger at tube station taps me on shoulder and asks if i'd like his travel card. he doesn't need it and it'll save me some money he says. ok, thanks i says.
20/12/11 receive surprise package from the post master. contains a brown floral print pashmina. looks exactly like one i own. in fact, looks just like the one im wearing right now...
21/12/11 that lovely jumper i wanted ages ago but was hesitant to buy becuse it was way too 'spensive just went down 50% in the sales
25/12/11 dinner exploded
28/12/11 man in hardware shop gave me screws for free. they'd lost their sheen and didn't look nice he says. just what i was after i says
30/12/11 'bring a bottle of water and something to piss in'
31/12/11 elf wishes good luck and a happy new year
01/01/12 found a Yorkie bar on the street. unopened. chilled
02/01/12 rats arrive home
03/01/12 somebody didn't eat their baguette. that's a free lunch for me
09/01/12 unexpected 25% discount on a pair of child mittens
10/01/12 boot lace busted. bloody bitch
11/01/12 new school uniform. shiny silver combats. big purple lion. fuck my life...
11/01/12 free lunch. big ol bowl a pesto pasta, (and salad), to take home for dinner. should last a couple days
13/01/12 friday the 13th. could go either way really...
13/01/12 free balloon from Barclays Bank
13/01/12 free drawstring bag from Virgin Active health club
13/01/12 impromptu meetup leads to a shoe sale. ridiculous reduction to £35. down from £110. safe to say Friday 13th was all win
13/01/12 hat rape. seriously unpleased
14/01/12 a most depressing of most fucking depressing days. kill me now, BANG!
14/01/12 fucked the photocopier
14/01/12 'raise your swagger. wear True Religion'. insulted. how embarrassing
16/01/12 er, happy birthday to me?
16/01/12 cute lady in cafe gave me free cookie with my pot of tea. x
16/01/12 the only thing this colds been good for is keeping my sack of fish fresh
16/01/12 randomer offers a sweet in another cafe. not so cute but nice still
18/01/12 free face mask
18/01/12 Rebecca. oo la la
20/01/12 happy birthday to me again. presents this time, Ratatouille!
20/01/12 found £5 in da club
21/01/12 12pm start. love days like these
21/01/12 'FUCKING PERFECT!'
21/01/12 'anything but clothes'. not. my. scene.
22/01/12 02.50am phone call. don't think so mate
23/01/12 i'm sure there was something important i had to do today...
24/01/12 one week since glitter incident. piss still sparkles
25/01/12 Snack Shortcake bar hangs loose in the vending machine. *peeks around corner* yardie kick. that bitch is mine!
26/01/12 is this mother fucker high!?
27/01/12 'i'm so happy you're not rubbish'
28/01/12 emergency Milky Bar time
30/01/12 rat ate headphones
31/01/12 £5 HMV voucher
05/02/12 midnight sledging
09/02/12 she put it back
10/02/12 seat E14. my lucky number
14/02/12 found pound in the mosha meen
17/02/12 'don't come in till 1'. alright, back to bed then
18/02/12 it's a lurgy
26/02/12 the evangelista is moving out. hally-loo-yah!
27/02/12 jazz man john and his band of merry men invite us in to their tow
01/03/12 you don't like? oh well, i'll have it then
02/03/12 'dark horse, come with me to the toilet...'
02/03/12 '...i have a tiny vagina'
03/03/12 worst saturday ever. you can fuck right off
03/03/12 'look, if i ask for it and he takes me into a little white room and puts rubber gloves on i won't be fucking happy. do you understand?'
04/03/12 busted friendship bracelet. must be some kind of unluck attached to that
05/03/12 free pot of tea? thank you very much bro
06/03/12 <3 <3 <3 07/03/12 gust of wind launches hat out into the road. taxi bobs and weves trying to avoid running it over. brave stranger jumps out in front of taxi and grabs it. hat is returned to owner. proof right there that this city really loves me 07/03/12 'you are always positive' 07/03/12 two 50 pence pieces. that's a pound. and is now mine 09/03/12 oh Marie, oo - la - la! 10/03/12 good nights sleep means i'm ahead of the curve 10/03/12 secret 20 pence compartment 10/03/12 you have magic handshake. feel like prostitute 10/03/12 'so i'll be down in the basement, yeah...' 10/03/12 denim cut off, crop topping whore house hell 10/03/12 being identified as a potential drug dealer is always flattering. you cunt 11/03/12 poltergeist kicked the curtain down 17/03/12 modern man 24/03/12 'mate, you wear a bowler hat. the world is right' 28/03/12 which rat thought it'd be a good idea to gnaw through flatmates network cable? i'm happy you've shown loyalty but it's cost me 20 quid 28/03/12 ...temporarily deprived of shit house and Beyonce 29/03/12 fairweather people, where were you when the sun didn't shine? now get the fuck off my spot 02/04/12 rats be gerbils 07/04/12 brighton hajj 09/04/12 she touched me ♥ 11/04/12 behold mouse haven 13/04/12 Friday 13 again... 13/04/12 fancy meeting up tonight? (should've said no...) 14/04/12 xenophobic surrounded by french 14/04/12 'one of us here has to be exotic' 14/04/12 should've bought our own meat 14/04/12 i'm not your bruv, bruv 15/04/12 a bowtie away from the nation of islam 16/04/12 i think i'm in your house... 20/04/12 vending machine. loose kitkat. drop kick. mine 23/04/12 you dress very nice. like a singer ... 20/04/13 another year, another homosexual proposition 21/04/13 'hey big guy. i like your style' ... 05/07/15 'and that'll be £1.50 please' 12/07/15 your mixture is wrong. sculpture fail 12/07/15 hey, the model won't be available until mid August...
This is a campaign for Seamus Walsh (and for all who share his sorry tale).
Seamus lives in London, has nice friends, a good job, a lovely girlfriend but there’s just one thing making him sad. Seamus wants to go home. Not forever. Just for a bit because he misses his family in New Zealand who he hasn't seen in 3 years. He’s been through the wars recently, undergoing a major operation which has kept him out of work. His family too have been through a lot what with the earthquakes and the recession. They are all desperate to see each other but neither can afford it.
The only likely way Seamus will see his family would be to swim or spend months rowing in a leaky boat.
His numerous efforts to win a trip home have all been in vain but his sad loser story has touched the hearts of many. From Hollywood to Russia a small collective of folks have united to say...
Two wholly separate events but each contained elements which made me think of the other.
Tacita Dean's 'Film' in the Tate's Turbine Hall and Flying Lotus at the Roundhouse.
The cosmological theme was there in both, (flying moons, comets, pyramids, floating eyes blinking in space)
but also quite uncanny were the unnerving visual transitions where images would fracture and burst using similar kaleidoscopic effects.
Also noted were the myriad of drug referencess in Dean's film which had me in giggles. Completely unintentional? Who knows...
Another thing i loved about Hip Hop was graffiti. Being shit at it didn't matter.
Couldn't climb fences or out run police but stencilling my monkeys made me feel invincible.
Invincible until i got caught, again. The security guard threatened to report me to my parents this time so
i cried and begged forgiveness, the mushrooms and Dragon Stout in my system making me extra emotional.
I was let off and to this day never did it again. Interest unsurprisingly wanes after such an embarrasment.
So imagine my surprise at being invited to Meeting Of Styles: an annual celebration of graffiti culture.
I went over with my French bro Antoine, (pictured below), who is really passionate about all this stuff.
If it wasn't for his enthusiasm i would have left early as i find this purist form of graffiti quite underwhelming.
The Thames Festival took place last weekend and marked the end of the Southbank's summer activities. Hosted by Mayor Boris, it was weekend of free events, workshops, food & craft stalls, live music and dance which stretched along a good length of the river. The grand finale included a night carnival procession followed by a riverside firworks show.
I went, it was alrite. Loved the craft trail and food stalls but majority was a bit crap selling the kind of crassly designed, faux ethnic bollocks you'd find being sold by some dreadlock, bone ear piercing tosser by Camden Market. I bumped into my nice Etsy UK chum by the tea n cake stand who gave me bunch of free stuff including postcards and special tea towel above. I also found a horn on the floor and honked it. A lot.
I received a quite unexpected message this week which sent jolts through the spine, inspiring delight in my soul. I've felt an unknown something brewing for a while now and think this may be a sign whatever it is, it's starting to form.
This all probably sounds like vague wankery, (not surprising, I do have a degree in Fine Art after all), but intuition and perception have proven to be reliable indicators for me in past experience. Pretty much all I've seen and done in the last year is proof of that. Those same strong signals are once again present, making their bleeps and blips radiantly clear.
Things may be about to get very interesting in Nino land...
I mentioned a while ago about a photoshoot I did with the band Comet Sands. I've still not come round to editing the photos yet due to a punishing work schedule, unexpected happenings (my series of mime performances last month), and a list of other work i'm still currently getting through.
I did kindly pass on some photos to the band's drummer Rich though, who has picked out a couple to post onto their Facebook and Myspace pages. I've also made a lil video clip which you can view above. My final edit of the photos will hopefully be done by the end of this month and I can't wait to share the results with you.
Meanwhile, take a look and listen to Comet Sands' Sonic Youth inspired sounds on Soundcloud. They'll be playing a few gigs about town this month too.
The Vintage Festival took place last weekend by a spectacularly sunny Southbank. The festival is a celebration of vintage fashion and was particularly focused on the decades from the 1940's to 80's. It was quite a spectacle with many visitors getting into the spirit by wearing clothing associated with their favourite era. The buxom pin up girls with their heavy tattoos, coloured hair, hot pants and suspenders were definitely an appealing sight...
Also as part of the weekend, a series of pop up stalls were set up in the Vintage Village, (or car park), selling a range of vintage/ vintage flavoured clothing and items. We enjoyed rummaging through rails and baskets looking for curious shiny, jingly-jangly things to add to our vast accessories collection. Below are some photos of the bits we bought along with extra freebies picked up along the way.