Posters to go with Le Wastage’

Comme ce-commme ca? Comprende mon ami? These are the original posters we made to match our wastage campaign. In hindsight, there were alot of design points we misconsidered when designing these. Like the blue on direct white, it just doesn’t match up. The font is all wrong, as is the layout. The illustrations are good but they havn’t been added in an aestheticcally pleasing light. As it stands, these posters need alot of consideration beforehand. Bigger is not better (these posters were printed on A1 surrounded by cups of coffeee). At the time we thought it was adequate, but in hindsight, there are so many better ideas we could have used to communicate our idea.


“WASTED” once more in Cianara-Ville

A simple issue, over boiling the kettle – wastes an unreal amount of water/energy/money every year.


A crazy night forgotten about, and a picture which reminded me of Jeremy Deller’s, “We might not have girlfriends, but we know how to have a good time“. We don’t have significant others either, but we have fun

Steve Panton

An old friend from foundation now studying at Plymouth just created this mock-up for a future article in New Scientist magazine.

Talented guy, watch out for him!

Jeremy Deller exhibit

Saw this in conjunction with the Shrigley exhibition. Whilst I swamp Shrigley with all due praise for his work, I gotta say I enjoyed Deller’s more. I think it was the Britishness about it I liked. His observations of our culture are witty and true. For instance his photographs of Car Boot sales and the crap he’s amassed from them. All aload of junk, but we love it nonetheless. My favourite part was a subtle photograph in a drawer within a replica of his bedroom: an image of an elderly couple at the bus stop, captioned “Waiting for the jumble sale”. It struck a funny chord with me, where I’m from in Clacton the area’s swarming with old people who love going to these sales on Sunday. And it’s true they are filled with real crap like broken keyboards, “antique” furniture half rotten, computer monitors from the 1990’s, Spice Girls CD’s, “world’s best lover” mugs, rusty tools in half broken toolboxes, mouldy paintings of unrecognizable landscapes, biographies on unknown sports stars, romantic novels, VHS tapes of recorded porno stashed into old plastic boxes with “XXX” scrawled in dirty handwriting on top, toys missing vital parts, and alot of denim. I could really relate to Deller’s experience with these areas and his own self-confessed love for them. They are great places in their own.

Then there are photos like this plastered on the walls. Such charming work, another shows Deller sitting at the prom next to a girl titled “A GIRL I FANCIED BUT NEVER TOLD” it’s really good stuff, it captures the mannerisms of youth (England’s youth in particular) very well. We’ve all been there. There’s a replica tea-shop set up in a larger area, supposedly mimicking the tea shop from his youth. I had my first cup of tea here and it wasnt that bad. But I’ve always thought I smoke enough fags I don’t wanna get addicted to tea as well. But much like the rest of his work, undeniably charming (also the tea was free). It’s almost like a biographic gallery of his youth he wants to share with us. His more recent work involves creating a one-day festival celebrating ethnicity, boy scouts, tiny clubs, all the little collectives and everything else in the village which paraded down miles of road with crouds at the street edge cheering them on. A hatred of health and safety spoken about in his video when trying to replicate the slippery pole from 40 years ago men had to climb up, and denied by the council. Pah. He reproduced and filmed the miners strike from the 60’s which clashed with police (although I wasnt too interested in this [it wasn’t as fun]), and created a load of Bat-Houses across the country for his love of the creatures (inspired by David Attenborough). What a cool guy, I like him alot. I don’t know whether to class it as art but then it doesn’t need a label, its inspiring stuff that showed everything thats great and funny about this country and the people in it. Our wierd mannerisms in particular. Great stuff Deller you the man!

David Shrigley

Exhibiton at the Hayward Gallery (


This exhibition made me laugh out loud so much. Shrigley makes quirky illustrations, usually revolving around plays on words or truths in every day life and presents them through simple yet funny illustrations. The key word here is SIMPLE! His style of drawing is consistant, relying upon outlines of characters (often depicted badly), he leaves in alot of errors which have been crossed out – it stands to make his work more recongizable, and shows he obviously doesn’t take his work very seriously. The quantity of work presented here was admirable as well. Some pictures are harder to get than others, but most are so simple the response is instant. His sculptures are just as good / absurd.┬áThis was a real fresh of breath air. So many artists take themselves too seriously, deal with themes I can’t comprehend fully. The case here however, is an exhibition for anybody. Everyone will find his work humourus and worth seeing. Genius. I’ve used blue and orange here.

Currently reading…

Chairman Mao’s biography

Heavy going stuff. Despicable man. He’s an evil that belongs in the movies not in real life.

Hitler’s biography

Intelligent man, shame he went so fucking crazy. Also rejected from the Vienna Academy twice – surprisingly good artist, his architectural drawings are genuinely impressive. Shame they rejected him. Watched the film based on the last days of Hitler in the bunker, “Downfall”. Like Chairman Mao’s life, i struggle to believe this really happened. Josef Goebells is a real bastard. That scene of him fucking his French mistress in “Inglorious Bastards” is the stuff of nightmares.

Jim Morrison’s biography “The Lizard King”

A legendary person, my favourite quote of the book: “I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.” – That really stuck with me for a while. As did his poetry. Bought the album “An American Prayer” shortly afterwards – filled with bizzare imagery, and explicit scenes. “Ode to my Cock” – haha, what a crazy individual. Still, the guy was a genius. I’m glad he didn’t become some beatnik from the 60’s and hit the radar. “I wanna have my kicks before the whole shit-house goes up in flames allright!!” – another great quote. Such energy and imagination! I hope I’m not becoming drawn into his cult. Apparently two French girls committed suicide upon finding out Jim Morrison had died in a Parisian bathtub – “what a drag, huh.”

The Road – Cormac McCarthy