It's all science








Really, who could not enjoy a totally free day out?  
But when that same day consists of an abundance of  blow your mind cool, then that really is a sick day! Oh yes guys and dolls I went to the science museum where education is made fun. Okay I totally copied that off of a poster I saw on the way in. But it's true! I apologise for the shit photos attached, too much time spent gawping at  rockets and retro cars before I remembered to take any photos. There is and I don't want to sound cliche or like an advert for Centre Parks but actually something for everyone there. So yeah, don't be a pussy go get educated in a new found fun and totally free way!

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Chris Cunningham









Chris Cunningham makes dicks and butts into facial disfigurements. Contorted bodies look like they are burning in hell, hot (like sexy, not fire). Flesh eating skin diseases consume sexual organs (eww, say that having phone sex and see where it gets you). He is the anti-christ, the apostate of hell, suckling on the teat of the whore of babylon as she rides atop a seven-headed beast, bestriding the uncreation of the universe. He makes fucked up shorts/music vids/adverts and for that we totally love him. Check it bitches.

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The Aftermath



We partied hard and fast. Too hard and fast. So while my pervy other half carried on the partyin' I flaked. Which left me and my other, other half to begin the trek (aka get a cab) to the nearest free bed we could find. After what seemed like hours of fidgeting and an endless desire to sleep and pee, either/or, morning (evening) came with the delight of yet another comedown. However, thanks to the pub next door we at least got to eat pretty much everything in their kitchen. And so faith in life was restored, which allowed me to get the 411 from my favourite perve, who I'd left to party in our name the night/morning before.

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We hauled ass to the deep south, to party Peckham style for our babe Annie's birthday. She's a fucking princess alright.

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Lui magazine






Lui magazine was created in the 60's by fashion photographer turned publisher Daniel Fillipacchi as the french answer to Playboy. However with its perfectly styled shoots, A-list hotties and mind blowing aesthetic this magazine has that certain  je ne sais quoi that even we feel that Playboy has never achieved. Whether it's down to Fillipacchi's previous career in the fashion industry or whether the guy is just a total bloody genius, it doesn't matter. Because whatever the reason, he did it oh so right. But all good things have to come to an end, right? And Lui is no exception. Don't be fooled, the magazine is still published however the forgotten narrative, glamour and touch of french class is completely lost. Meaning it now merely resembles your average top shelf porno; gathering dust until some horny 14 year old school boy comes to buy a copy. You know the score. Don't get me wrong, you know we are all for tacky porno's, just not ones that blow our pervy minds then think they can change and take that all away. Anyway check it out for your self, old or new Lui is shit hot. 

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Over type his hype


Over hype my type aka Elliott Barker, is a graphic genius who dances like a latino stripper on speed and makes us laugh 'til we're about to pee. He's in Brighton now and we miss him a whole lot so we decided to ask him a few questions, so he could give us the down low on what he's been doing without us and what his opinions on celebrity spanking are. 


What do you do?
Graphic Design at Brighton.

If you weren’t doing graphics what would you be doing?
Something to do with music or train driving, maybe a toy railway enthusiast, yeah that would be pretty sweet.

Is beauty in the eye of the beholder?
I would say it is, I like what I make. But then I think is that because other people similar have had their work "bigged up" by critics to an extent that I subconsciously think my work would be accepted by the them.

Who do you think gets 'it' wrong?
People who don't actually have something wrong with them. e.g a light form of ocd.

Who/what inspires you?
A good bit of type that gets the juices flowing, it's like the equivalent of a obese person seeing a greasy kfc bucket meal. Anyone that uses a lot of white space and is minimalist and abstract. 

Does sex sell?
I would have to say yes, sex provokes more interest, well for the male audience anyway. Me included. It seems to be finding its way into graphics a bit more these days.

Dream fuck-buddy?
I'll say my girlfriend here, so I don't get in trouble.

Favorite song to make-out to?
God knows, Al Green? Although aren't most the lyrics about splitting up? Subliminal messages there, maybe not the best.

Hottest blog?
Pervy girls, you can thank me later.

Celebrity Spanking: Hot or not?
Thats just a very weird question, no comment. Mainly because I don't know what to put

Would you ever make a sex tape?
I have to say that's up their with one my 'things to do'. Although would their be a market for Graphic design sex tapes? Maybe I could pixelate it or make it into a stop motion?

Anything else?
I decided to start drinking green tea today, can I just say its fucking disgusting.




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It's 'Roo-shay' y'all

Once in a while we need that creative fix (which doesn't involve staring at boobs or obsessing over the latest boy/girl crush), even though we probably don't do it as much as we should. Anywayz, last sunday while my partner in crime stayed at home, keepin' the bed warm, I battled through wind and rain to the Hayward Gallery, to catch the last day of Ed Ruscha's (Roo-shay btw) 'Fifty Years of Painting' Exhibition. It covered every phase of his career; from his student works to the recent monumental canvases he's produced. His earliest stuff is really graphic-y and it's kinda hard to believe that he created it half a decade ago, as it still looks pretty current. This could be down to his unwavering personal style, which is apparent in all his work, and throughout the exhibition you see how this has developed over his career.

 His concepts develop and the 'Words as Landscapes' series illustrates the move from single words to phrases within his work. Set against a Technicolor backdrop, these random phrases themselves become the landscape, floating against generic twilight/sunset movie billboard style backdrops. 
   My favourite of all the series' was 'Paintings without Words' in which Ruscha seems to have completely changed his ethic and abandoned all use of text to create some pretty haunting paintings, in which he used some early spray-painting techniques to add the ghostly feel to some recognisably spooky icons. 'Untitled' depicts what appears to be a pirate ship approaching through the fog and although it is simply a silhouette with minimal shading, Ruscha has really captured the feeling of impending doom that the ship may bring. One of Ruscha's most recent forays is his 'Mountain' series in which he has explored the motif in numerous ways, although without drawing from life - his mountains are all invented images and not taken from actual peaks. Ruscha has again begun to bring typography back into these works, often by focusing on one word which becomes more ambiguous the more the viewer looks at it. The canvases also creates a visual prop, as they are often curved outwards on the sides which produces the feeling, for the viewer, that they are bowing under the weight of the mountain. 

So yeah Ed Ruscha is a hero and you should all check him out and get inspired! See even Pervy Girls can be art fags for a day.

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