Looking back

I was looking back at my work from many moons ago and came across these pretty impressive photographs.
Those were the days when two sweaty runners were the nation's sweetheart.
Now they've been replaced by a nodding dog that sounds kind of like Vic Reeves.
Still 118 118 = career highlights and I'll no doubt post more of these grainy pictures soon.

Rosy glow

I picked up this print from my friend and immense talent Rosy Nicholas today.
I hadn't seen it in real life until today and I have to say I think it may be my favourite picture in my somewhat eclectic family of art and random pictures.
It's currently propped up next to my bathroom so apologies for the crappy photo.
It still looks amazing though.
Oh and amongst other things Rosy also made lots of hand printed Christmas crackers and massive pants for a Christmas project I was running so I must post up some pics of that at some point soon too.

Fashion people care too

I did my bit (ish) for charity last week and helped my wonderful, dear (they sound like my grandparents) old pals at Odd with a very last minute project they were creating for Fashion Relief.
It was a pop-up shop at Westfield - the haven of shops, shops, food, more shops, then some more shops - to raise money for the Haiti Relief.
The shop was selling exclusive Haiti relief t-shirts designed by Vivienne Westwood which were modeled on the catwalk at Fashion Week by none other than Naomi Campbell.
I think you can still buy the t-shirts online but I'm not quite sure where so I'll have to get back to you on that.
Odd managed to design, produce, install, staff and provide entertainment with less than a week which I think is rather marvelous. Oh and with literally no money.
So really, a bit like Challenge Anneka without the annoying blonde in a jumpsuit.

Some kind of wonderful

Beach time

If my house wasn't entirely covered in those tiny, overly-modern, ugly spotlights I would definitely have these on display.
I'm not sure if anyone I live with would be into them so much which means they may be relegated to the boudoir. Which is fine by me.

They're made by this very talented man by the way.

Splish splash splosh

Woops

Cheryl probably had something to do with this.