Kwick Love Aftermath

Kwick Love was a success last weekend, but MAN did it go by fast. How apropos. The festival itself was a bit mad, but our little exhibition was a bit off the beaten path, so I tended to stay around the space to avoid the mad drunken crowds. Is uncontrollable drunkenness now a prerequisite for art appreciation?

And look! We even got some press! 

Thanks to Leo Cohen the curator for doing such a great job. Here are some lovely photos of the lovely exhibition.

Some installation shots of my film,  Daddy.

 The work of Anna Louise Hale, Haruka Hashiguchi and Jame Frederick Boman

 Leo Cohen, Sydney Southam and Henry Mackay-Bull

 Leo Cohen. Alison Thomson, Patricia Delgado, Babette Semmer and Lucia Rivero.

 James Frederick Boman

 James Frederick Boman watching Patricia Delgado's work.

 And finally, little Sydney at 2 years old.

If you didn't get a chance to see the exhibition, I will be exhibiting my film as part of MillingtonMarriott's Film Series Open, screening from August 15-21 at New Gallery Peckham. Facebook invite HERE!

Kwick Love Exhibition

Tomorrow is the beginning of the annual Hackney Wicked Art Festival, which is pretty much a mad excuse for all the whacked out arty people in and around Hackney to make a bunch of weird shit and get wasted all weekend. It's good fun. I am in an exhibition with a group of great young artists in a pop-up gallery in an abandoned shop. It's well good. The private view starts at 6 and the show runs until sunday. Come!

KWICK LOVE

Summer Exhibition

Hackney Wicked Art Festival 2011

29 July - 31 July 2011

 

Opening Friday 29 July 6 to 8 PM

 

LEO COHEN                  ALISON THOMSON

LUKE BRENNAN           BABETTE SEMMER
LUCIA RIVERO            PATRICIA DELGADO
DAVE CHALKLEY        ANNA LOUISE HALE
JONNY MORGAN          SYDNEY SOUTHAM

JAMES BOMAN      HARUKA HASHIGACHI

DAVID JONES         HENRY MACKAY-BULL
BEN NATHAN       BEN WESTLEY CLARKE

 

32 Felstead Street
Hackney Wick
E9 5

Space courtesy of Premier Foods

Nearest Station: Hackney Wick Overground

 

Facebook it here.

Evidence

If you read my previous post about Glastonbury, you would know that I lost all my cameras and all my film down the toilets. So I bought a disposable, like a good little shutterbug. Here's what I got.

As you can see, I didn't even take very many photos at the festival. Too busy having fun I guess. But GOOD LORD am I happy I got some shots of Shambo and his GIGANTIC strawberry. Hallelujah.

Hot Hot Heat

It is very hot in London. And everyone has gone insane.

Went to my friend's graduation party on Friday, and for some reason everyone thought it would be a good idea to get naked and go to the shop. Being naked is contagious, apparently. What started at as few  rogues expressing themselves turned into a full on topless dance party that lasted until about 11 am and ended with me doing the worm. Obvy!

A lot of the people at the party were also at Glastonbury, and every one one of us admitted that we were still experiencing festival hangover, which caused us to strip down and roam the streets. Who knew being civilized could be such a challenge?

On a different note, I will (almost probably) have a film being screened at The Big Chill festival and Shambala Festival. I really super duper wanna go to Shambala, it's on my birthday weekend. Holla at me if you wanna go!

I love to Art

I made a film called "Ice Cream". It is a finalist in the Kopparberg Cider and Vice magazine Film competition. The films screen on wednesday at the Old Blue Last.

But guess what? You can help me win by voting for my film on Facebook. Just rsvp to the event and then click "like" underneath my film. 

On an unrelated note, why is it so hard to get over glastonbury? I have been home for 5 days, and I am still acting like I live in a field with a million other waste cases. I have joked repeatedly that I am going to build a house on the stone circle and permanently set up shop....but apparently I am quite capable of behaving in festival mode right in the heart of London.

I love my life.

Glastafarian

Glastonbury Festival is truly the best fucking place on earth.

I just got back from 11 days at the festival. I arrived 5 days before glasto was opened to the public to work with a wonderful group of people. We built a structure called the Tin Village that served as a Pizza cafe/general hang out for everyone at the Festival. We even built a clay pizza oven in the shape of a giant scary fish.

Reasons why this years Festival was AMAZING:

It was incredibly hot and didn't rain once. I am WICKED tanned.

I got to go FOR FREE and only had to hide in a ditch for 2 and a half hours to avoid security.

Every person I met and/or worked with was so nice and funny and talented and generally fantastic. We only lived together for a few weeks, but I genuinely love all of them. Making things with a person is the best way to fall in love with them, n'est pas?

MUSIC! I got to see Bonubo, Snoop Dogg, Rusko, Dizzee Rascal, Gorrillaz, The xx, Devendra Banhart, The Dead Weather, Muse, Thom Yorke, MGMT, We Are Scientists, Toots and the Maytals, Stevie Wonder and many more bands I forgot the names of, plus a shit load of random awesome Djs, not to mention dancing my FACE off in Arcadia, Shangri-la and Trash City. 

There were some less than awesome things that occurred as well, but they only provided me with more festy memories. 

I lost my Iphone. Again.

I dropped my bag in the toilet. And I fished it out with my bare hands.

Because I dropped my bag in the toilet, I lost my 2 cameras, all my film and all the photos I had taken so far, my house keys and my oyster card. However, this story made me famous and most people I met had already heard of me and my poo bag.

I may now have a state-sponsored Noz addiction. Man, British people really love their balloons.

I am now back in London, safe and sound. I am sad the festival is over, but I can't wait until next year. I wish I could be a Glastafarian forever.