tonight on Oxford Street. The Social was lit by candlelight and had no music. Strangely peacefull and calm in there with Paul and Sam Jones. Then went up to the Dennis Publishing local at random and ran into old collegues from Maxim and Bizarre. Lack of electricity didn't seem to hold up anything at a party at the Sanderson I passed on the way home though.
tonight at the 100 Club, Oxford Street. Lots of hair and lots of noise. And lots of hype (ps If you want to see some more stuff from the Latitude festival the other weekend check out http://tomolandlatitudefestival.blogspot.com)
Jamie James has invented this new skate crew. They are the offspring of Finsbury Parks asylum seeker residents. He's always up to something that Jamie. I felt like a noncey Larry Clark taking this photo.
Do BMW know something we don't? Ever wondered who / what your higher power would be if you did the 12 steps? Allah? Batman? The Dog? AC DC live?
This was the outside hotness according to the car at lunchtime om the Marlyebone road. Ouch.
Hottest day of the year. Hung out at Sintra in Stockwell (the best bar/cafe/restaurant in London) because of the icy air con and frozen ice tea. The two conerstones of civilisation that nowhere else in London can seem to manage to provide.
Monthly Jazz club at The Social with DJ's James and James. Not a great turn out really but great to see the two dark lords of indie.
And this bloke was literally outside my window. The restaurant across the street had left their Pizza oven on all night. Ooopps.
Here's Garms Fronts fashion editor and the mythical beast below has a perch in the Vice office. It has been known to come alive at night when people are working late and swoop down on unsuspecting Hoxtonites.
Taken the other day for Front. They're main interests are drink, drugs, avoiding their girlfriends and making music. Sounds a bit like, er, Skunk Rock! well if the Klaxons have brought rave back why not? Took Taz to Scrubs tonight and people were flying their model aircraft as the sun went down. I didn't have my camera. Stupid.
Is annoying at the moment. Am going to take some time off. This is Joe who sits 4 inches behind me. He's alright and knows alot about music.
The restaurant next door. Evan the boss celebrating Italys win tonight. Every scooter in London is driving up and down Kensington Park Road blaring their horns.
Festival tonight somewhere in the Midlands. Vice had a tent there and I went take some pictures. Pleasent day but very tired now. That's The Misfits in case you were wondering.
Busy day despite the empty trains. Cover shoot with Steve Neaves and Anna Taverna. Then to Vice to discuss tommorows adventures. Then pizza at Ripe Tomato around the corner then cocktails (ilisa) and Diet Cokes (me).
Called Alfa8 or something Paul Moody and I went to see tonight. They were aiming for Storm In Heaven era Verve but actually sounded a bit like Diesel Park West.
what big teeth you've got. The dog can't handle the heat and is passed out most of the time at the moment. Kit and Lesley (my Aunt and Uncle) came over for dinner tonight at Osteria.
Blokes photographed today. Death and fire please rain upon the person whole stole my motorcycle today. Might as well just give 3 grand to the next little hoodie I see on the street rather than getting another one. It'd cut out the middle man.
Drinking and it's too hot to sleep. I watch war documentries and mess about on the internet. Great.
Here's Jamie. We had noodles today. He doubts I have a blog. Hope he checks this out.
Went up to Yorkshire to see Gramps again. I bought the Bay Tree in the middle a year ago and it had only 2 leaves. Look at it now. My Dads gardener must be using sacrifical blood as fertiliser.
In case you were wondering what I look like. Photo by Keith Beccles (with my new LeicaDigilux 1) Which is the only digital camera you should ever consider buying because they look so cool.
Saw this girl on the tube and asked to take her picture. She replied " Ja, wasever, ist cool"
David tonight at Dream Bags And Jaguar Shoes. In 24 hours I have gone from the sublime (gramps) to the ridiculous (hoxton). Lot's of other things going on today. signing off. Speak soon.
Been back home in Yorkshire for a few days to visit Gramps. He's 95 and going (sort of) strong. Here he is hanging out his (massive) pants to dry. No internet for a few days. We went to the garden center in Shiptonthorpe for lunch today. He fucking loves it there. I got the fear a bit as it was full of other people in their ninties shuffling around. It was like Day Of The Dead. I'm so lucky to still have him around though. I want to photograph him as much as possible at the moment. For obvious reasons.
You know when you see those cute white contrails behind airliners that fly overhead? look harmless right? well, this is the brown shit they actually belch out. Although this picture was taken from another airplane and I am therefore guilty of massive hipocrasy. I think Douglas Coupland said "Use Jets while you still can" back in 1993. Wise words. Your average airliner pumps out environmental grief like a million Hummers.
Just back from Sicily. Went over there for the launch of the new Alfa Romeo Spider. It's a very beautiful car. Drove around the island and ate lots of fish. The motorcycle cop was so proud and excited to see the new Spider that he insisted on giving us an escort to the restaurant where we were having lunch.
This is the artist Stella Vine (http://www.stellavine.com) photographed for Socialism Magazine. She was great fun.
Flags everywhere. Didn't Godspeed You Black Emperor! do a track called 'No Flags'? England expects I suppose but I can't stand the fat bastards in white vans screaming and shouting. Ended up watching the Jamaica friendly with The Wolf and Howard The Hoover. It was fun. Glad I won't be taking any penalties in Germany this summer.
Wormwood Scrubs. Where we walk the dog. It's a big stretch of common land next to the prison. Sometimes the prisoners wave when I walk past with Taz. It's like being in that Smog song "The River Guard'
Sun is out for the summer. Bumped into Steve down at the Portobello Star with Taz. He's known this hood for decades.
