Slick man from Dublin, photoman, publisher, drawer, contributor to Bare Bones, looks like he's having fun and working, the ideal right?
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Monday, 23 November 2009
Thursday, 19 November 2009
EAST COAST NOVAS , OH YEAH!!
The mighty East Coast Novas were formed in 1994 but were forced to quit in 1999 having spent all their money on an ill advised pig farming venture. They return after a 10 year hiatus and have subsequently forgotten most of their songs and more importantly, how to play their instruments. Still better than everyone else though.
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Last Friday Night Right
Insert hand joke here..............................................................
Hiroshi//Robert Rubbish
Hannah Bays
Heretic Studio//Neal Fox
Bianchi//Reiswitz//Malt//Bragg
Chris B. Hanky
Malt overly wordy contribution.
All artworks are orignial on offs and can be purchased for astronomical prices.
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
This Friday Right
Come along to this do, it's a poster exhibition of imaginary shop advertisments held in the latest in a long line of gastro-cafes pouring shit hot coffee, lentil croissants, reiki smoothies, multi-level baby changing facilities, a hefty collection of old Guardians, lactating milfs and whinsome young do-dads chatting about how their second homes up in Norfolk would be much nicer if only the locals would just move out. (maybe not that last sentence) This one has it's own built in radio station. London Fields Radio, broadcasting soon via podcast and then over tinterweb. Think, Vanishing Point, Do The Right Thing, having your own spiritual protagonist, willing you through life over the airwaves. Get Some. I heard there may be espresso martinis.
Monday, 26 October 2009
Harry Malt screws up bits of paper.
Roni Size made a song about them, bums drink from them, huffers huff from them, naughty books are sold in them, now denegrated by high fashion, bags made from brown paper. Constructed for Twin Magazine issue one coming out November Second. Should be pretty ace. Loads of decent types involved. Photgraphed by the affable Jason Pietra. http://www.twinfactory.co.uk/
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
The Royaly Magestic Messers...
MESSENGERS OF HER MAJESTY’S ROYAL COSMIC EMPIRE
1st October - 31st October 2009
Concrete Hermit Gallery
5a Club Row, London, E1 6JX
Robert Rubbish and Chris Bianchi (of LE GUN magazine and Bare Bones tabloid) bring you a unique collaboration. They will be transforming the Concrete Hermit gallery into an interstellar installation that coincides with the 40 year anniversary of the first man on the moon. They will be showing their cosmic collections of curiosities, exhibiting their own individual artworks as well as collaborative paintings, drawings and assemblages made specifically for the show. The pair take their inspirations from the time they spent creating and running a modern day curiosity shop in Hackney in 2007 as well as many other sources including the films of Alejandro Jodorowsky, space rock, dipsomania, the occult, magic, Catholicism, James Ensor, chemical memories, psychedelic experiences, death and Belgium. The exhibition will also have special events programmed including a requiem mass on the last day: Halloween.
www.ConcreteHermit.com
www.robertrubbish.blogspot.com
Thursday, 24 September 2009
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
BARE BONES NUMBMER TWIT TWOO
The upstanding but wayward folk of BareBones are collating another selection of high grade stuff to cram into the second issue of their tasteful organ.
Any suggestions or submissions should be sent to here;
ourbarebones@gmail.com
2012 is the year for olympic nitwittery, 2010 is the year of the BAREBONES. Get in and get some before they're all living on yachts in the Med, drinking margaritas shooting automatic weapons at shoals of passing tuna.
How unPC and highly uncontactable.
Thursday, 17 September 2009
T Shirt for a Rebel Band
South London heroes of grot and guitars, Rum Shebeen are friends of mine, I made them some t shirts for a gig they did ages ago, I think they sold out, the shirts not the band. Did I ever get a penny in return? No. Ha ha. But I did get a lovely hand painted jacket for my last birthday, don't chase money right.... a bean for a bean, barter, haggle and give.
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
El Moudli, Mao Port, Menorca 2009
Sancho Panza occupying a Mahonese jail cell on a dodgy drink driving rap, I set off alone into the warm night air. High on Jaleo horse sweat and Pomada I rode my trusty 125cc steed out into the campo, together we chased down the modern windmills (I found no dragons or cause for concern). I have read the signs provided to me by the sweet island serendipity, the scarred rocks, geological palmistry, the Iberian runic blessings drawn by ancient finger tips on the pamments beneath our feet. They sing a song that glints like a golden tooth in the afternoon sunlight, a song to trust what you know to be necessary and worthy of effort. Do what you do with a full and happy heart, do not chase money or fame.
Por la carretera, por la corozon.
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
The Iberian Hiatus is over.
Oak trees mushroom-cloud-up from fields of green soft corn, the leafy eruptions growing on our discharged air,
blackthorn, elder and gorse line these tracks, softening the noise from the East Anglia express,
the metal and sleepers deep rumble calmed, transmitted through earth into
brown cool water flowing unintelligibly, on the banks stingers sting and the columbine creeps.
Caravans and prefab sheds jut from bushes, intended for development, "in my day son all this was fields"
New bright red roofs, squat in old fields, "The Meadows, Badger's Nook and Brook View"
Kebabery & DFC fried chicken, new imports service the tastes of an old village now modern town expanding,
53 Park Central, a Barratt home rash, love all the people, all of the time.
Fuel to this expansion, mountains of aggregate loom over a closed post office, village pissed office.
New homes, new roads, new towns, a supply to exceed expected demands.
Rough again, bird scarers, horse jumps, rotting metal and electric fences,
Walking around the edge of an immaculate game-of-the-gods cricket pitch,
a man in tweed with a nose-to-the-ground gun dog, thinks, lunch, shares, the future?
Within earshot of a hard working weir, rusting farm machinery, an iron man carcass, basks in hot sun,
That crow wasn't flying in a straight line, a ruined pill box sinking in rape, an archaic threat never realised, ardently remembered, 1966 and all that, stuck in the past, resenting the new, a rosy nostalgia for a verdant utopia.
Signal boxes and pylons, tall pines, if an English man's home is his castle then his garden is his kingdom his Jerusalem, control over decking and ideals, his pastoral England. More clean edges, lawn in check, white plastic garden set, four seats and a table, bedding plants, double garage and no plans for anything fast.
East Anglia is balding, the countryside receding,
Thursday, 27 August 2009
Thirstday
Behind closed doors.
Looking in I saw you looking out.
I'm having a shit time.
Worse things happen at sea and much worse things happen at the bottom of the sea.
There's nowt as queer as folk.
But each to their own, god love all the people, all the time.
Monday, 24 August 2009
The Human Disease V.1 Part 2.0
TOP. Living a life in the alto-dreamzone (Reaching the Upper Levels of Dalston's Infernal, travelled by Boris Charon's loathsome bendy boat across the river of zone Styx)
BOTTOM. For the love of dog.
Happiness is in the Ashes.
Like a small bird that fell from it's lofty home prematurely, we lay on the ground, dazed, cold and sparsely clothed. Bothered by bugs, lice and batted around by cats, we wrung survival from the domestic dishcloth life. Sustenance, a diet of fat earthy worms and crispy cold chip ends. Later, we were strong, and warmed our limbs in summer sun, nourished by sweet dandelion milk and spilled Stella our wings grew and eyes and sharp pecking beak. Comfort having never been a misfortune we grew hardy, perennial and lasting. Pairing off for comfort and warmth, a life partner to share the roost, feather the nest, feed the fledglings. Avoid Cuckoos. Shit on people and their motors, to soar high above it all, screeching and wheeling. Escape the cold snaps winter brings and fly for warmer climes, taking our turn at the front of the skein. All eggs in one nest we take our chances, it's all we know and all we could do.
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
Bare Bones acheives space in fashion organ.
Here we see the eye of the show storm, the sartorially correct milleu of opening attendees,
and some other assorted blow-ins, goons nit-wits and peddle pushers.
Monday, 10 August 2009
Police Dogs Die in Hot Cars
As per normal dogs, highly trained police dogs perish when left in cars or vans during heatwaves, weird that.
Friday, 7 August 2009
Friday, 31 July 2009
Get your eyes and mind around this
Another highly talented and fiercely independent friend has a new website. Showcasing a field of interest as wide ranging and unpredictable as the man himself, his work is a surprise and pleasure to watch from inception to conclusion. Portraits and interviews with, Lewis Floyd Henry, Patti Smith, Femi Foto, Phillip Jones Griffiths, Stanley Greene plus a whole swathe of young London designers. Studies of and cultural immersion in post Communist Bulgaria and life for the surviving original members of the NYC underground vandal/artist scene. Mysticism, tragedy, love and a thirst for all aspects of life. A bloody-minded-windy-miller-look a like inspiration.
Oh, and there is a cash prize of biblical enormity for the person who can name the camera shy bass player in the 28 Costumes music video. (He is the one facing the wall)
All answers addressed to me, via the dreamzone wi-fi interweb.
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
Monday, 20 July 2009
New theme, Rejected images.
Don't feel pity, it's fine really, what does one expect etc. Actually it is me that feels sorry for the rejectors, who, for reasons undisclosed will not publish these nasty scabs I call drawings.
Aiming for at least a triple figure publishing deal I will continue my inappropriate contributions to the numerous organs and information sheets of our modern and wondrous world.
This new and hopefully exciting section of the blog will be for here on be called,
"Thanks, but no thanks",or as Private Eye consistently put it, "Ed says no".
Sunday, 19 July 2009
Niall O Brien Photgrapher/Voyeur/Auteur/Pogue Lover
Niall has a new blog, on which you can follow his recent work, a 20 hour bus ride to Berlin with a bunch of barely pubescent Kingston punks, shooting Bad Brains, let me repeat, Bad Brains,
making vast mystical landscape photography and other stuff for international swank mags.
Thursday, 16 July 2009
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
White Rose On I and I Tunes. Yeah son!
Go see them if you have the chance, they're getting better all the time, like that song by that other band but that other band are shit and WRM are not.
Friday, 26 June 2009
New Ouija Poster at Heretic Print Studios
Screen Printed version of the Decemeber PIX poster, made up in new Heretis Print Studios in Stoke Newington. Thanks to Luke for his help, Cemen Hot paste and cheese etc.
Featured in the Blisters Show 2009 Opening tonight in M&C Motors, Dalston way.
Here be their link.
A limited amount available through Beer Money shop on line. Buy one for your wall.
Buy one to use. Buy one to speak to Michael Jackson or Farah Fawsett.
Get in there while they're still available and not swamped with Ouija calls.
Thursday, 25 June 2009
Stick And Poke 2009
The song of the illustrated men continues.
Exclusive Harry Malt Flash available soon in the shop.
Sign Up - Cough Up - Ink Up
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Lost in Kings Cross Dream Zone Area
If anyone see this hat, return it to my head. I am bald without it, exposed and vulnerable to the elements. Union Fork and Hoe Company. You know, someone knows.
Friday, 19 June 2009
Modern passtimes. No 1.2a
In the vein of all things current and contextual, performance, personality and personal appearance are the key elements. The Lids Are Off is the future of commercial illustration. It is no longer acceptable to only produce a magazine or just to do something tidy, contained and illuminating for piece of dishwater editorial. Live and en situ is how it has to be. Criteria for judging, critiquing and appreciating drawings will have change, encompassing video and sound recordings just to keep pace. The long kept client smokescreen of what happens to the piece of paper is eroded, as they peer from their office windows down over your shoulder and onto your mural and see first hand how these mysterious images are made. "He didn't even use pencil first!" And giving more weight to the well known phrase, "My daughter could do that, and she's only six."
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
Something from the weekend...
7.2 stages of man.
Hair Don't.
Bovine Assault on ex politician.
BNP invade Europe.
Holland&Cricket.
Cats loving dogs.
The East London Dream Zone ®©
Thursday, 4 June 2009
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