Happy New Year and alla that. I was home for 2 weeks, good times, and finally had the chance to meet up with Rua and Lauren who produced A Visual Feast, a summary of the emerging street art scene in Ireland so far.
This is the print I’ve been working on lately – ‘Holy Smoke’, 5 colour screen print and edition of 100 (thats my Christmas shopping sorted). I hand painted each print in gold first and worked back in to most of them with white before printing so each print will vary slightly. Available here. I’ll try and get a pic of the drawing I based this on up on the blog this week.
Its been so cold in London all week that the only place I could seek comfort and warmth was the cinema or the pub. So we went to see two movies this week. The first was Anton Corbijn‘s excellent The American, starring George Clooney. I’ve always been a fan of Clooney’s political stuff (Syriana being a favourite of mine) and this seemed like it might be a kind of Bourne-style globetrotting rampage. It was very different. Super slow and simmering with tension, it makes sense given Corbijn’s success as a photographer as each scene resembled a still image more than moving pictures. Clooney plays an assassin holed up in a quiet Italian town waiting for a bullet. In the mean time he has plenty of fun with the unfeasibly attractive Violente Placido. Yum.
Then last night we went to see another European masterpiece – Of Gods and Men – about a group of French monks in a monastery in Algeria under threat from the local Mujahideen bad men, also waiting for their time to come.
Been back from LA for a few weeks now and I’m holed up in possibly the coldest studio in the world ever ever. In the mean time, shit has hit the fan for Ireland. Here’s a lil song for Brian Cowen and Brian Lenihan. Chin up lads.
Day 4, and my search for a reasonable cup of coffee in America continues. After I was here the last time I sought advice from the guys at Nude Espresso. They’re based on Hanbury St right around the corner from my studio and I think they possibly do the best coffee in London. They’re one of the leading lights in the 3rd generation of coffee shops in London, taking a more boutique and specialized approach to coffee after the years of caffeine rape by the unmentionable high-street chain cafes (I take this shit seriously).
Anyway, when I got back from the Eurotrash show in June, Sasha at Nude recommended I check out Intellegentsia Coffee and that I did.
They also recently collaborated with Madlib to develop his own blend of espresso.
For a country fueled on caffeine, your coffee is pure shit. I’ve been here 6 times and every time I order a coffee all I get is a mug of hot coffee-flavoured water. Even in posher places where I think yes, this will definitely be good. No. Just black shit. There’s always bubbles too. Coffee shouldn’t have bubbles. It should have a nice crema coating the surface of the silkiest black gold.