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Sunday, 28 February 2010




Screen printing at LCC
One of the best process of design in my mind

Screen printing at LCC from hughbarrell on Vimeo.



Even though I'm not the biggest fan of Picasso, you have to admire him and the fact that he did some 50000 works of art during his life.

Saturday, 27 February 2010


Business Card....

Friday, 26 February 2010

Thursday, 25 February 2010

Wednesday, 24 February 2010


"It was true that I didn't have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?"
Factotum, Bukowski, 1975

Monday, 22 February 2010


Yesterday I sat watching my daughter watching TV. She was completely still, numbed by the cathode rays that buzzed out of the box. I wanted to speak to someone about what had happened to me that day but wasn’t sure how to approach the subject or whether it was an appropriate thing to talk about with a fourteen year old girl. I sat fidgeting.

‘How was your day?’ I eventually asked

‘Ok,’ she replied not turning from the television.

‘Oh well that’s…’ I trailed off and continued to fidget. I huffed loudly. My daughter didn’t seem to notice.

‘Mine was pretty bad actually.’ No response ‘There was an… incident at work. I seem to have developed a fear of animals.’ My daughter turned around, frowning.

‘What animals?’ she asked.

‘Well… All of them I think.’

‘What about lizards and things?’

‘Lizards are animals,’ I said

‘No they’re not they’re reptiles,’ said my daughter. I sighed.

‘Well I’m afraid of them too.’

‘But you work in a zoo.’

‘Yes. Yes I know that.’

‘How are you going to work in a zoo if you’re afraid of animals?’ This, I thought, was the problem. ‘Maybe you should go and see a shrink. Molly’s mum sees a shrink.’ I winced at the Americanism

‘A psychologist? No I don’t want to see a psychologist.’ My daughter shrugged, her attention already lost back to the TV.

George had worked at the zoo for nine years. He didn’t apply for the job because of an interest in animals (he lacked the over active imagination required to relate to them in the way so many people do). He applied for the job because he liked to watch people. He enjoyed watching people interact, watching children standing, gawping at the lions or adults on ironical dates spooning ice cream in the ‘Safari Café’. There was nothing filthy about his interest. He was simply lonely. It is common for a man left without regular company to become a voyeur in this manner. Humans are naturally voyeuristic; what defines whether our natural observation is perverted is our proximity to those we’re watching. George watched innocently everyday for nine years, in between shovelling gorilla shit and feeding marmosets. Two weeks before his first meeting with Dr Woolf a young boy fell into the bear enclosure and was killed by a mother grizzly. George watched.

George imagined the boy was about seven or eight. He watched as the boy’s dad hoisted him up showing him the deep pit below where a mother grizzly sat in the shade with her two young cubs. The boy’s hands were gripped firmly onto the railing and his mouth gawped open wide. There was no sound when the rail gave way. A rusted screw silently crumbled and the rail swung out over the enclosure, the boys hands still firmly gripped to it. George stood and watched as the boy lost grip and dropped, flailing, from the rail to land firmly on the adult bear’s back. The boy managed to ride the bear for a moment as she bucked and twisted, both his hands grappling with her thick fur. It was a strange sight, this bizarre rodeo. It may even have been funny if it was accompanied by a different soundtrack. George watched as the boy was finally flung high off the bears back. The bear turned as the boy fell, swatting him mid air. The boy’s spine snapped. Above, 'concerned strangers' held the dad back as he tried to climb over the barrier; through the gap in the rail his son had left. In nine years george hadn't heard a more guttural sound than the one that man made telling everyone to 'get the fuck away from him'. George watched as an over zealous ranger arrived and shot the mother bear through the head. He was excited and also shot one of the cubs as it padded towards its dead mother. He had not been properly trained for this type of thing. When the boy's body was eventually recovered out of the pit his body was wet and slick with the bear’s blood, his dad had stopped crying but still shook, the lines of his body were blurred by the spontaneous spasms of his muscles, he was out of focus.


I couldn't find a video which showed the countdown only ( which was performed on fou drums )
So watch up to 1:58....

Or feel free to watch the whole vid...


The Black Keys - Work Me by roseenright

Sunday, 21 February 2010


Having a dad that runs an employment agency meant that my late teens and breaks from University were filled doing all sorts of jobs that I was un-qualified, un-skilled, and un-able to do. The highlight of this period of over paid and poorly performed labour was a week working as a ‘heavy lifter’ assisting 2 ‘skilled mechanics’ at the Isle of Wight’s sewage works.

I remember my first day well, me and another temp (who was considerably bigger and tougher-looking than me) arrived at the front gates of Sandown Sewage Plant to be greeted by a pair of bumbling idiots who wasted no time in exclaiming their joy that neither of us were Black. They obviously gave me a good look up and down as well, probably wondering what on earth the agency was thinking sending me for a job that included ‘manual labour’ in the description.

After a cup of tea and a bit of “corr-blimey doesn’t she look a bit like that bird you pulled in Bournemouth” over page 3, the 2 tradesman led us to the machine where we would be spending the next 5 long, 10 hour, days.

"So this is the machine that takes Tampons and sanitary towels out of sewage”. Great. The jackpot.

So the week was spent mainly trying to lift/carry/move each of these 12 feet long metal rotary blades that take all the worst shit out of shit. Mainly me and the other temp (whose name I have obviously forgotten) had to hold each one above a huge seemingly never-ending pit while they were re-attached to chains.

Sewage factories don’t smell as bad as you’d think. But they don’t smell good either. More like bleach than faeces. Plus as half the people you see are dressed in head-to-toe chemical protection suits you start to feel a bit more like you’re somewhere that is making nuclear energy, not making piss drinkable (that’s what they do, right?).

I was on pretty heavy tea-making duties by the third or forth day, and the insults coming my way were getting progressively annoying. I even got taken to one side to ‘check I wasn’t gay’ – which was pretty outstanding. The worst part about the whole miserable experience was that one of the ‘bosses’ wouldn’t listen to any music at all, just a mixture of talk-only radio stations babbling on all day like an audio-only QVC Channel trying to sell the concept of ‘boring’.

All-in-all I’m glad I was getting paid £10 an hour, glad I can now listen to music at work, and glad I’ll (fingers crossed) never have to temp at a sewage factory for beer money again.



'His wings hold all creation in a weightless quiet,
Steady as a hallucination in the streaming air.
While banging wind kills these stubborn hedges,

Thumbs my eye, throws my breath, tackles my heart,
And rain hacks my head to the bone, the hawk hangs
The diamond point of will that polestars
The see drowner's endurance...'

From 'Hawk in the Rain' by Ted Hughes


Saturday, 20 February 2010


'A good image makes one feel slightly confused.
I like it best when i can't quite say if an image is
a happy or a tragic one, or if it makes me feel good or bad.'

Pictures Copyright
Juliana Harkki,


Friday, 19 February 2010


This man has been blind since 2000. He's my dad and is doing ok.


anna is russian

Thursday, 18 February 2010


Tuesday, 16 February 2010


Andreas Hinkel last night claimed referees are ruining Celtic's SPL title hopes.

The Parkhead defender believes a spate of wrong calls from whistlers have helped Rangers widen their lead at the top of the table to nine points.

As Tony Mowbray watched his side lose more ground to their Old Firm rivals in a 1-1 draw with Falkirk, Hinkel heaped blame on match officials.

Even Falkirk boss Eddie May confessed after the match he thought Celtic should have had a penalty late on when Marc-Antoine Fortune clashed with Brian McLean.

The German stopped short of making accusations of bias but he is convinced his side are counting the cost of "strange" decisions going against them every time they play.

Hinkel said: "It's week after week now that we are getting strange decisions given against us and that's adding to the problems we are having at the moment.

"You always try to give of your best as a player but there is always something. It's small things like a corner being given when it shouldn't be or not getting a foul that is quite clear.

"As a player I am always calm but when it becomes too much I need to say something."

Hinkel was left bemused by the display of ref Alan Muir and his assistants during the draw with the Bairns and insists it's been the story of their season.

He said: "It's not my style to say things about referees but there were some very strange situations once again in this game. I don't like to say things against him but everyone will know what I mean.

"I watched certain situations after the game in the dressing room and there were strange decisions from the linesman.

"A blatant throw-in went against Lee Naylor and I was fouled in the build-up to Falkirk's goal. That's the way I saw it and I have watched it again in the replay."

Monday, 15 February 2010


Blind mole rats are truly blind.
Their very small eyes are completely covered by a layer of skin.
For blind mole rats digging is exclusively conducted using their powerful front teeth which are separated from the rest of the mouth by a flap of skin.
When a blind mole rat closes its mouth, it's incisors are still on the outside.
Because they are completely blind, blind mole rats have been important laboratory tests on how eyes and eye proteins function.


The sense of sight is the most advanced, powerful and complicated of the human senses. The humas eye has eighteen times more nerve endings that the ear, its closest competitor. We see at an incredibly wide angle of vision, we can interpret around 500 levels of lightness and darkness in over one million variations of colour. However, scientifically speaking every eye has a blind spot - the point where the optic nerve connects with the retina - which suggests both a physical and metaphorical hole in our vision.

Paul Graham, '#32 Man in red hat crossing the road, Greensboro 2002' from the series 'American Night'

The photographer Paul Graham interrogates this theme in his 2003 project 'American Night'. By photographing African-American vagrants of the streets of America but radically over-exposing and bleaching out almost all detail, he challenges how we see such marginalised areas of society. In today's world, one which is so saturated with images, where everything has been photographed a hundred times over, in every way imaginable, perhaps (as Val Williams in Portfolio #38 notes) the negation of vision is the only remaining step photography can take.


Sunday, 14 February 2010



Bettina von Zwehl photographs her subjects in the midst of an experience, be that being drenched with rain, the first few moments of being awake, or immediately after exercise. Much like a scientific experiment, all other variables are kept constant (camera angle, composition, clothing) to allow the audience to study the finer details which distinguish each subject. In this project, 'Untitled Two' (1998), she made her subjects sit in intense heat for an allocated amount of time before taking their picture.


Saturday, 13 February 2010


Once I went inside a glacier, it was pretty cold.
glacier ice
Inside the glacier again

Friday, 12 February 2010


Oh man this kind of chokes me up. This is the last broadcast from my local weatherman in Dallas, Tx. His name is Troy Dungan and every broadcast he wore a different bow-tie. I really cant recall anywhere else that i received my weather from up to the age of 18. it really makes me sad...Also i am sure you guys will get a kick out of how texas people talk.


Thursday, 11 February 2010

Wednesday, 10 February 2010


'Eureka! is an educational series of humorous, and information-packed programs that bring "boring" physics concepts to vibrant, vigorous life.'


Just got back from Stockholm. It hit around minus 16 to 20 during the day.

Tuesday, 9 February 2010


Blood boils, sometimes, at 106.66 centigrade. It freezes at -3.5, which is a far less provocative figure.

Arterial tracts jammed full of platelets and plasma do thicken or fizz in extremes of temperature, but by this time you’re dead and superstition is either irrelevant or now an irrefutable truth.

Sunday, 7 February 2010


www.yli2astetta.fi (You'll probably need a dictionary)


The day just before my final exam, i decided to cut my hair a bit...
But, when i've putted off the cutted hairs of the machine, i forgot the replace the lil' plastic front thing...
Result: I made me a huge hole on the middle of my face, i was looking like a cancer man... Fail!
But in spite of my hairstyle, I had my diploma.

Saturday, 6 February 2010



John George Terry (born 7 December 1980 in Barking, Greater London) is an English professional footballer. Terry plays in a centre back position and is the captain of Chelsea in the Premier League. Terry was also captain of the England national football team from August 2008 until February 2010.

Terry was voted best defender in the UEFA Champions League in both 2005[2] and 2008, the PFA Players' Player of the Year in 2005,[3] and was included in the FIFPro World XI for four consecutive seasons, from 2005 to 2008.[4][5][6][7] He was also named in the all-star squad for the 2006 FIFA World Cup, the only English player to make the team.[8] He wears the number 26 shirt for Chelsea.

In 2007, he became the first captain to lift the FA Cup at the new Wembley Stadium in Chelsea’s 1-0 win over Manchester United, and also the first player to score a full international goal there, scoring a header in England’s 1-1 draw with Brazil.[9] However, the 2007-08 season saw Terry and Chelsea miss out on three trophies, losing the League Cup Final to Tottenham Hotspur and Premier League and UEFA Champions League to Manchester United with Terry missing a penalty in the Champions League final shootout, sending it to sudden death. Had he scored, the European Cup would have been secured for Chelsea.[10] After the final in Moscow, teammate Frank Lampard described Terry as "a man's man".[11]


Rose posted already my idea of seeing beauty in failure, and Hugh posted my object, so this actually really works...

Friday, 5 February 2010



New Diesel advert campaign - "Be Stupid"

Thursday, 4 February 2010


Went to a party in New Cross, South London and it got very packed very soon. Some of the party ended up outside. Then for some reason half of London's police turned up to stop a student party.


my £180 turtle ('THE UNDERTAKER") died after 2 weeks.


This is probably the best photograph I've ever taken. Failure can sometimes be quite beautiful.

Wednesday, 3 February 2010


Click the image for a proper view::

Monday, 1 February 2010