Bourgeois House Party Funkadelicks

After listening to a lot of Kavinsky's Nightcall I decided I wanted to draw a European looking upper class mix-and-match at some Mediterranean villa, and this picture was born. I want to do more large, vistas with painterly construction attributes. And I want to listen to more music from Nicholas Winding Refn's 'Drive' Soundtrack.

Tinker, Tailor, Animator

After maybe more than a year of ill-correspondence, I slither back to the quivering womb of blogspot with meagre offerings and vaguely apologetic overtures. Here are some mad visions I had while tripping the light fantastic in the mountains. They both seem to have something to do with jawbones and lightning, two of my favourite things.




Next, we have some off sketches of a den of sin I resided within during my London trip, Limazulu, and a stylish poster for a short film I acted in years ago.


And finally, sketches of old people from the Frankfurt airport (where they'll sooner eat your face off than light your cigarette for you) from and a pub in Harringey, uttering my fave Brit tabloid catchphrase. Don't ever say you I ain't done nothin' nice for you.

Everything is Fanart Illuminated

The Order of Practical Occultists are gender-swapped variant of a friend's comic characters, the Useless Psychic Society, involving college-chum ecto-boobery. I've also thrown in a new character evolution of the two protagonists (you can interpret one as antagonist if you really need to) of my 'Vagina Dialogues' short that I should be boarding out real soon. Sketches to sweeten the deal, see you next month at the hearing.