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I helped a friend with some typography and general painting of his house on Johnston St. in Fitzroy to transform it into a pop-up shop. Opened today and will be open tomorrow while the Spanish festival is on. It may be open after that or it may never be seen again by mankind. Rather depends on whether you come down and say hello.

And yes, it’s bad German grammar, but it’s good comedy, and that is more important. Sometimes.

Some pics:

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Liquid Filled Nonsense™

April the 21st was international Record Store Day. I won’t get into the slight paradox about how this was a splendid invention to excite people about tangible music purchases as well as helping support local wax emporiums that has simply become fertile ground for struggling record companies to constantly re-release very expensive albums and unnecessary singles in a desperate attempt to cling on for another years trading. No, I won’t mention that because I am fine with it. In fact I love the absurdity of it. Chill out peoples, we’re all just filling in time until we die. Metallica album reissue with one track per vinyl? Love it. Black Keys reissue LPs at 45rpm instead of 33/3? Bring it on. Jack White 12" singles with liquid inside? Oh yes, hang on what? Liquid?


White Line Fever

I haven’t made any animations for over a year because they are a bit time heavy and currently I’m a bit time sensitive. This has mainly made me feel totally shit and slightly frustrated, so to cheer myself up I’ve made a completely unwatchable video of a recent road trip.

In March I drove from San Francisco to New York with the missus, it was unbelievably good fun and we’re already planning on doing it again with a slightly different route. We mounted a camera on the dashboard and took a photo every 30 seconds when we were on the road. If I’d made it last 6 minutes you can see what is actually going on and you don’t feel like you’re about to fit. But 6 minutes was boring even for me, and I was there. So I made it last 2 minutes:


If you rea…

& - Part 2: Ampercrete

Last Christmas I was suffering from a severe and life threatening case of ‘not having made anything real with my hands for ages’. So I thought I’d make a concrete ampersand. Because I like ampersands a lot and I’d never done anything with concrete except complain about its use in modern architecture.

That’s it really, not very complex. The ampersand is Interstate by the always marvellous Hoefler & Frere-Jones in case you’re interested. And now I have a 32 kilo paperweight in my garden.

& - Part 1: Amperster

I got older recently, and to help me feel better about this one of the most splendid people I know gave me some coasters. Not just any coasters though, these have been individually letterpressed with a wooden block Poynder ampersand that apparently dates from 1935.

They’re lovely, and I sleep a lot better knowing there are people out there who do this sort of thing.

Wanda 'Elvis was a great kisser' Jackson

The first lady to ever record a rock’n’roll song. The Queen of Rockbilly. Wanda motherfucking Jackson. Seventy three and still belting them out like an angry panther. Except on her Letterman performance when I thought she was about to keel over and die.

Managed to catch her live with the Third Man Band at the legendary El Rey Theatre in Hollywood. Jack ‘velvet brick’ White on guitar, prancing like a nutjob next to the delectable Olivia Jean (Black Belles) on six string bass. Plus a host of other fine musicians including Jack’s brother.

It was ace, she was unbelievably energetic and quite amusing. I can’t go into more detail because they only put one shot of tonic in their gins and so I don’t remember much else. Got a lovely poster and a slightly …

Black & Blue

The seven and a half people who avidly follow my work may recall I made two animations earlier this year for Third Man records and The White Stripes respectively. Well, unsurprisingly, there was a final part, however Laura Marling selfishly got in the way. As the buzz from that subsides I can uncover the final installment in the Third Man Stop Motion Triptych. It’s been in the wings for a while but is only now going live.

It’s a bit of an odd one, as it’s advertising their process of recording live shows in Nashville TN direct to tape. There’s a pause in the show while they change reels and they can only play for 45 minutes or so. Afterwards, the attendees, of which there are never more than 300, head round to the store and hand over ~$18. A month or so later they…

30th Year - 30th Country

Officially it’s slightly more, but I went to Belarus when it was part of the USSR, and I don’t personally count the Vatican, and anyway it’s a much cleaner title.

A-ny-way, for my 30th I popped over to Japan to see what was happening, and basically there was a lot happening. And I got well carried away taking pictures of stuff. From Sadako’s paper cranes in Hiroshima to snow capped Mount Fuji, and a fair few other places in between, we Bullet-trained our way around the country like eager eyed nutters, drinking in the difference.

Although I have to say, it wasn’t as different as I’d expected. The country is so efficient everything just works and the fact the script isn’t your own is barely noticeable, so travel is quite easy. In India you need…