The other day we were doing a graffiti workshop where people were spray painting skateboard decks. To facilitate this we brought out our big bags of random stencils that we have cultivated over the years. As we were sorting them out before the workshop we came across two pieces stuck together. After a little needling, some swearing and the application of careful hands we managed to extract this thing of beauty from in between them. Two become one, as the Spice Girls famously sang.
Although it is now pretty much useless as a working stencil I think it would look good framed but then what do I know?
Now i’m sure we’ve all heard of the term ‘Golden Girl’ usually referring to a young woman who has become unusually successful at an early age or a favored youth, held in high esteem by others, and for whom there are high hopes. This golden girl’s name is actually Auram but prefers to go by ‘Dawn’. She has her own very successful range of ‘Golden Dawn’ cosmetics.
She is attempting to parlay this success into re-establishing the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, an organization devoted to the study and practice of the occult, metaphysics, and paranormal activities during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Mainly because her great grandfather was one of the original founders. In my opinion it’s not the best reason to bring back a magical society in 2019, especially with all the success of Harry Potter. That said she’s the golden girl and not me…
It is A2 in size and made using spray paint, acrylic, paint pen and charcoal.
With the frenetic pace of modern day life it seems that everyone is always in a rush to be getting along to some other place. Almost like whatever destination you’re currently at is just a stepping stone to some other, better place. Which is surely a folly. Sometimes it’s nice to just stop what you’re doing and appreciate the moment. Or, as Ferris Bueller put it ‘Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.’ So there.
Made using spraypaint, stencils, text messages from my phone and some water droplets shamelessly stolen from MyDogSighs (and then inexplicably turned upside down) then affixed to a wall with one way security screws. Good luck getting that off.
The stigma against male pole dancing is a real and worrisome fact for all those involved. That’s why instead of hiring out dance studios it has now moved into a thriving underground scene where they meet at secret locations in various cities throughout the world for clandestine dance offs.
I didn’t actually get to see any action as it was the middle of the day when I took this photo but I now know what I’m doing next Friday…
It’s been a long while since we’ve delved into the murky world of celebrity quotes. Today we’ve got Coldplay front man Chris Martin with, what I think we can all agree, is a pretty odd quote.
It both shows his awareness of his popularity with a certain segment of the population whilst simultaneously showing disdain for the other part of the population that would like to shake him by the hand – assumably for bringing his music to the world rather than because they have a taser concealed in their palm. Gloves or helmet? What a modern dilemma. Who knows? If I were you Chris I’d go belt and braces and wear them both…
Whilst painting I managed to spill my cup of tea. Usually a catastrophe of such proportions would cause me to curl up in the fetal position and start crying over the waste of such lovely nectar. This time however, before my tear ducts could react, I saw something in the spill.
Before I knew it the Muse was upon me and I searched frantically for a pencil lest my creative urge abandoned me. After about a long minute of searching I found one behind my ear (damn those days spent on building sites) now all I had to do was a few quick lines and the Muse disappeared to relieve Molly Quirke (age 9) of a small case of creative block related to drawing a horse.
Conditions were perfect. The boat had never been in a better state and his mind was focused. Many had said it was impossible to sail the buff single handedly but he’d prove them wrong. He had to. He’d staked his reputation and his entire life savings on proving them wrong. Now was time to open up the sails and see if he’d fall off the far side of the buff like so many were claiming. Here goes nothing…