Creators Project Party Times

Last week was The Creators Project Party. It was super duper. Art + Music + Free Drinks + Friends + Pretty Strangers = Wicked Times.


The Creators Project is a new online media channel that celebrates wicked awesome artists and creatives. Lots of mini docs and things like that. It is good.


CLICK HERE to find out more about the project.


HERE for some photos and blogs and stuff about the event.


I went with my friend from Glastonbury. Nathan.

I ran into my friends. Caisa.

And Roman.

What fun. 

Week

Well, some things have happened.


Private Lives played in a pop up shop in Brixton last Thursday. There were some, em, technical difficulties (I didn't have a mic), but all in all it was super fun and we got the people dancing, which is the point after all. The Drummers of Tedworth opened, dressed as cute creepy furry animals and making lots of percussive noises. Me likey.

All I can really say about Friday night is that there are some really good bartenders at the Haggerston, and Ping Pong is the greatest game ever invented.

Saturday, I was lucky enough to get tickets to The Creators Project party. Wicked party, free drinks all night, tonnes of art music and good times people. I was super late because I was waiting for my plus 1, but once I got there and found Caisa and Roman and started consuming free vodka red bulls at a rapid rate, my tardiness was of little import. Super fun times.

Hey, you know what I love? Swimming. It rules. For reals. I have a new swimming buddy and it's super duper awesome. I purchased a fake denim string bikini from Matalan just so I could indulge in my new addiction without having to stop at home for supplies. Me and the new buddy hit up London fields on saturday, then shoreditch house on monday. Seriously, I can't believe I haven't been doing this every day this month! This is a hot picture of me in a bikini...

This week and next are super busy. I am playing a gig with Private Lives on Friday at Elevator Gallery in Hackney Wick. AND an exhibition I am organizing as well as participating in opens on July 30. So super busy but so super awesome! Stay tuned because the next few weeks are going to be mental...in a good way...I promise...

Private Lives in a Shop! Legally!

Tonight Private Lives + The Drummers of Tedworth will be playing live inside a Bollywood Lord of The Rings art installation in Brixton Market.

So there is going to be a big cardboard installation that we will be performing inside of, made by the same people who made the cardboard dinosaur and robot that battled it out at Elevator gallery a few weeks ago. Wick. And this is happening mere HOURS from now! 

FACEBOOK INVITE FOR INFO.

There will be loads of other fun free stuff happening tonight and all weekend, so HAUL ASS TO BRIXTON!

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.

Dadadadaddadadadada

I was at this party a week ago. This video proves this was not an acid-induced hallucination.

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!

Fucking Shit, it's Pasta Face

My friend Vicky Gold (aka Pasta Face) tells it like it is.

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.

Back to Life/Reality

I just got back from a much needed trip to my two hometowns, Vancouver and Toronto. I love London and all, but there is something about holding my squirming four year old nephew in my arms as we get chased by angry Canadian Geese that makes me want to pack it all in and move back to the pacific northwest.

I saw my mum and brother both act in plays. It was awesome. Go see the Buddy at the Stanley Theatre in Vancouver if you haven't already. 

Look! Photos!