I hadn’t been into This Issue before, and it’s a really cool shop/studio with a nice mix of independent fashion, music, books and art. Copenhagen needs more places like this.
You can spend a long time scrolling idly through It’s Nice That, The Serif and other showcase sites and never find anything that really grabs you. Recently, I’ve been getting a lot more inspiration from solo bloggers whose taste seems to mirror my own. I started subscribing to Another Company a few weeks ago, and it’s already thrown up some really exciting, intriguing links. Today’s post introduced me to the artist Megan Whitmarsh. This is one of her embroidered pieces:
Isn’t this one of the most imaginative pieces of street art you’ve ever seen?
Shamelessly plundered from rubbishcorp.
Hope everyone had a pleasant Easter. I’m in the process of moving house, which is why things are a bit slow.
I’m kind of obsessed with the forgotten corners of buildings, architecturally futile spaces whose existence is only confirmed by the interplay of shadow and dust. And as a result I’m always drawn to photographers like Popel Coumou:
Last night I had a strange dream which featured a character called Don Givenhed. Don was basically a loser, albeit a self-aware one. He spends too much time down his local pub, drinks too much, and has never achieved anything of note. I am a bit worried about this dream.
I got back to sleep for a few hours and then woke up with another dream still unspooling in the weird cinema inside my head. This was a much nicer dream though. In it I had discovered a great little bookshop which seemed to stock nothing but books on the Black Sparrow imprint. When I was younger I used to go to a bookshop in Camden – Compendium, I think it was called – which stocked a lot of Black Sparrow stuff. I used to buy up all the John Fante and Charles Bukowski I could find. The books have a very distinctive graphic style, and the covers are also really tactile, with something scrapbooky about them.
I always thought Ask the Dust would make an amazing film. Unfortunately, the version that got made a year or two ago was apparently a bit of a flop.
I’ve never really read anything as beautiful as that book.
I think I would sacrifice a limb for one of these devices:
I refuse to buy band t-shirts. It’s something to do with my innately elitist and supercilious nature. Plus they’re usually pretty horrible. But now there’s a way I can demonstrate my affection for a band and help a good cause at the same time. It’s called Yellow Bird Project and it seems pretty cool. The t-shirts are designed by bands and musicians and some, like the one below from The National, are really good. All proceeds go to charity so everyone’s a winner.