After the resounding success of my first unmade film ‘Self Servicing’ (which at least has a script), I am now working on another un-made film – Triplus Umbilicus. It’s a tale about one man and his obscene love for a rubber elephant suit – but it’s also a metaphor for our total dependency on the world around us and how we fantasise about being liberated from dependency but can never achieve it more than momentarily.
It’s another Japan moment for me. Stuff I drew, on a shirt, in a shop, in the country of Japan. Crazy psychedelic oddness. Keyrings with glitter. Who knew? Including images from the Special Launch at the Stussy Pop-up shop in Harajaku. There will now follow an announcement in Japanese for which I take no responsibility for accuracy or anything else. Glitter, keyrings.
UKアーティスト Jody Barton (ジョディー・バートン) とStussy Women のコラボレーションアイテムが発売。9月21日（土）オープンのStussy Women Pop Up Shop in Harajuku ではJody Bartonとのコラボレーションアイテムが一足早くお買い求め頂けます。この機会に是非店頭までお越し下さい。
Hey hey… So I was doing a nice drawing job for a Swiss magazine. The illustration was about school and it’s a real epic drawing with many many elements. I can’t show you that because it isn’t published yet, but here’s some roughs of other ideas for the same job.
Here’s a cool re-issue for Europe of a shirt originally made in Japan and now sold out. It’s got a funny little office dude who’s busted out of the office and is now surfing a big wave of destruction – backwards!
I’m making a little clay bust of Embryo Boy! It’s about 7cm tall. This is just the first stage before the first firing. If he doesn’t crack up when he dries out then he’ll be fired twice: once without a glaze and then with glaze colours on the second firing. I think I’ll make him a separate cigarette out of wood or something.
Here’s a few images from the new Black Humours collection. It’s a circus themed collection. There’s an animation in the works too. Currently only available from Japanese store ZOZO. Click here for their online selection of stuff with my work on.
I did these 3 new illustrations including the cover, for the Swiss Newspaper Tages-Anzeiger’s Das Magazine (click for article). They are for an article by Birgit Schmid about the book called The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders – or DSM. The DSM is a fascinating sociological artefact that attempts to formalise and categorise mental illness. As you can perhaps imagine that can be both helpful and troubling. Art direction by Andreas Wellnitz Studio, Berlin. With thanks to Frauke Schnoor. The article is in German, but there is always Google Translate.
I was thinking that I might design and make a skinsuit, the most obscene of all cycling apparel. I’d need 10 preorders and the price would be around £70. I’d make no profit. But it would be a big buzz seeing someone fly in one of these. I haven’t really decided how it would look but it would be BONKERS in some way like these. Interested? email me.
Thank Fuck. I should be able to crawl from here. So it is done, I have dragged my huge lycra clad barrel of flesh over hill and dale and to the finish line without incidence apart from nightmarish cramps and a total lack of speed. I saw a child competitor with no skin on his knee – and my buddy Ed coming the other way with a grimace like a gargoyle, in his bright green jersey. They are my only memories of the day. I resolve to wear brighter colours in future – I looked like a stage hand at a puppet theatre.
On Sunday I’m going to ride in a bicycle race. It’s a semi-classic, which means that some of the race will be on cobblestones, some gravel, some woodland path, and the rest on tarmac. It’s 72km long which is a mere trifle compared to the professional’s races like last weekend’s Paris Roubaix which is 240km+. Oh what joy. I’ve done this race the last two years as well, and both times I PROMISED myself I wouldn’t do it again. Mental illness right! Well, a combination of midlife and IMAGINED* peer pressure is pushing me to do it again. Months of semi-serious preparation, training, mechanical tinkering, anxiety, dark thoughts and hypochondria. And the whole time I could have been drawing, writing, making music or just taking a holiday. In sports I finally found a way of procrastinating which takes me from my place at the desk with a pen in my hand. One obsessive activity replaces another. At least art produces something tangible. Normal creative service resumes Monday.
* Flemming points out that he doesn’t give two hoots if I do it or not…