Showing posts with label divine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label divine. Show all posts

Thursday, 27 August 2015

John Waters


Director, writer and now artist, everything John Waters does is covered in a thin veneer of utter filth. His film Pink Flamingos features drag queen Divine who notoriously eats a pile of dog shit to prove how disgusting she is. It's good stuff. 

So in line with this vibe, We went to his exhibition recently at the Spruth Magers gallery in a posh part of London. The civilised surroundings most have been chosen as a sharp contract to some of the base business going on inside. Porn novels, badges, guns, more porn and a film of kids reciting his film scripts were some of the best bits... you need to wash your hands afterwards while cackling hysterically...

Thimk

'I FUCK NUNS'

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

A murder of crows


2015 is already gushing away like sick down a baby's front. Gurgles, chunks, bits of carrot in it ... you get the shizzle. But despite the ongoing march of time, we're on it like a car bonnet, eating and drinking our way around the place like the classic, thirsty viking. So far we've acquired 80 back issues of Viz, drank shots with Chicago house don Derrick Carter, been to the seaside, (attempted to) grow a beard and been for a deeply posh curry. You'd better believe we're taking this year by the throat and flushing it's head down the toilet...

Posh chip butty

Seinfeld

Winter domestic flex - weed socks, jogging bottoms, clarks slippers. Believe

Snackage innit

Training room lolz

February reading

A disgusting t-shirt

Pooch outside the offie

Bathtime!

We didn't win. Hence while we're still here... 

Taking 80 issues of Viz off another brother's hands

New work breakfast vibes - welcome the breakfast pot!

A very blurry, blood orange martini

Bring the gourmet vibe to Broadway Market. Fuck you and your organic leeks

More reading

Tom Kerridge's favourite meal - fucking nutjob fam

Beige and beige and beige