generally don't agree with heathen ceremony, but since you've asked...

wishlist

pet rat, record player w/ speakers

10G SD card, 500G external hardrive

nice pair of loafers, desk, sofa

nino paulito

maneki nino

prosperity cat fell into my lap. a good omen. one hopes...

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

06/02/12  guests!?

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... 

is this the only way?

no miracles

the answer to Q1. is Moses not Morgan Freeman.
my middle finger' for Q2 would similarly be inaccurate.

as for the rest? i really couldn't give a...

nino paulito

smash bang dollop

smash, bang, walloped was the state i received them in, (thanks mate).

ramshackle presentation though is not enough to delay munching of pretty little cupcakes.

reminds a bit of our nino paulito cookie challenge

set for Bluebirdcage earlier this year.

the Smash Bang Dollop cupcake vendor can be found

in Spitalfields Market. Go see and buy your own...

nino paulito

tofurkey

first ever thanksgiving celebration. a vegetarian one.

weird marshmallow salad aside, it was great.

nino paulito

*thankful for the photo above. look ike a cunt chief

comet sands: andromeda

New video for 'Andromeda' by Comet Sands.

Created and animated by Jiwon Park (milkforeveryone.com)

*featured online in Art Rocker Magazine
**and NME

here's a needle. pass it around

(click images to enlarge)

nueva niña

do the astral plane

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...

Nino Paulito

halloween anniversary

Celebrating one year of nino paulito.

It's an emotional moment. I might cry. Excuse me...

Happy Halloween

moving on...

Nino Paulito is relocating to South London. 

After spending the last year sharing room with my five year old sister, 

Paulo and I are quite happy to now have a place of our own.

We'll miss playing shop, plastic dinners and drunkenly bouncing on the musical trampoline. 

But sleeping in a bed my own size with no bits of Lego jabbing bum will more than suffice.

Those were the good times. Now for future adventures...

Nino Paulito

meeting of styles

Way back in my youngers. Before the introduction of art school, (when i could be mildly considered intelligent), 

and guitar music could only be described as 'dry white people shit', Hip Hop was my religion. 

I read The Source like scripture. Missy Elliot and Busta Rhymes were my Mary and Joseph. 

I dreamt in Hype Williams technicolor fish eye vision.

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.

With the paranoid and often fucked up work created by Steve Lazarides affiliated artists, 

pretty pictures of robots paired with scrawled spaghetti font tags are far too naive for my tastes. 

Nino Paulito

YOKO ONO

Guess who i spotted on my way to work today? Only YOKO ONO.

Seen strolling the red carpet outside the BFI for the new George Harrison film premier.

Yoko is without a doubt one my favourite performance artists, (second only to Beuys).

I feel so very lucky to have captured this chance photo of her. What a day! 

Nino Paulito 

death pressup presents...

Death Pressup Presents... 

a night of live music taking place at the lovely Betsey Trotwood venue on Friday 14th October. 

Hosted by Tiia aka keyboardist/ synth player of the band Comet Sands who also happen to be playing on the same night 

and also also feature in the series of photos below...

Yep! I finally managed to finish my edit of images from the shoot i did with Comet Sands well ages ago.

I still remember the day, it was an early summers morning. 

Despite not discussing clothing choices, all members were well coordinated

 Jack turned up wearing a long borrowed suit which originally belonged to Alex.

The initial mood was groggy with everyone either ill or hungover, one special person i'm quite convinced was still drunk. 

But once inside the wonderful Rebecca's Flat it was all good.

Comet Sands: (from left to right)

Jack - Guitars/ Synths/ Lungs

Alex - Bass/ Growls

Tiia - Synth/ Melody

Richie - Kick/ Snare

Along with Comet Sands, two other bands will be playing on the night. They are:

Something Beginning With L, (they played on my birthday, they are great) 

and The Swansea Recreation Centre.

Death Pressup Presents... Betsey Trotwood October 14th

Go!

Nino Paulito

if i made you a mixtape it would be this one

a letter from the Postmaster who i believed was long dead but as the above proves is clearly alive and kicking...

Grant Michell xo

bentleg.co.uk 

nino paulito @ thames festival

The schedule of summer events staged along the Southbank this year have been quite impressive. I pretty much live by the river now so was able to see everything it had to offer. There was the bizarre Alien meets Teletubbies opera that was Planet Lem, Performance Art wankery with Gandini's, La Boite Noir theatre, the phenomal talents of Circolombia and also the opportunity to indulge my inner magpie at The Vintage Festival.

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.


Nino Paulito

O's + X's

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...

glory box

places we've seen, places we've been
items thieved, items raided from bins
things made from scratch, things saved from scrap
alive, dead, stuff etc...

ninopaulito.tumblr.com

comet sands: a preview (and filler)

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.

Nino Paulito


*see finished photos here

a vintage weekend

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.


Nino Paulito

* My buddy Blue Birdcage alerted me the other day about Nino Paulito being unwittingly snapped at the festival and subsequently ending up on the Wall Of Inspiration at her office. Nice!

** A big Happy Birthday to Auntie Neez, Blue Birdcage again and lil sis, (not named Rebecca), who turns 5 today. I hope you've all had amazing celebrations this week.

dead rebecca's

I recently completed a great shoot at an amazing flat in Spitalfields and wanted to share with you some photos of the property. The flat belonged to a dear old lady named Rebecca who at the age of 90 sadly passed away. As a memento to her, the new owners decided to leave the flat as it was keeping all the original furniture and interior.

Rebecca clearly had a unique sense of style. Her flat is a kaleiedoscope of colour, pattern and texture with some very quirky touches. I loved the built in bar situated in the corner of the living room which also had three matching bar stools. The spaced out wallpaper and clashing psychedelic carpets running throughout the house were almost vomit inducing, (this meant as a complement, vomit = exciting in my book). My favourite feature above all though was the wardrobe with a secret  'Narnia style' door hidden in the back. Even more fantastic is this door contained a secret passage which leads on to another hidden room...

Rebecca, R.I.P 

Nino Paulito

(click image to enlarge)

(photos: nino paulito)