Currently exhibiting work at the Scream Gallery is, Chris Bracey with a body of work titled, “I’ve looked up to Heaven and been down to Hell”. For those unfamiliar with the work of Bracey, he has basically designed and worked with neon and lights for over thirty years, the title of this exhibition alludes to his remarkable journey and career. Bracey has acquired a vast fan base including commissions from high-profile clients such as David LaChapelle, Stella McCartney, Martin Creed and Vivienne Westwood.
Having shown extensively in the US and with a focus on commercial projects for the last few years, this exhibition brings together a selection of new works specifically dealing with themes of heaven and hell – a metaphor for Bracey’s diverse biographical journey. These themes bring together the highlights of Bracey’s practice and transform the gallery into the realms of heaven, with free-standing Angel and Jesus sculptures, suspended wings and star constellations; and hell with his trademark Soho sex, tattoo and rock ‘n’ roll iconography such as “Hot Burning Love”.
The exhibition is currently on until June 1st, for more information just click.
Loving the work of Njideka Akunyili check out more here.
Been watching my good friend Leanne put this exhibition together all by herself and I can’t wait to see the final results at the private view this Thursday.
Wavy vibes, free drink and good weather. This is definitely not one to miss.
Leanne Petersen presents ‘i bought this for the cover’ a photography exhibition that documents the obsession a selected few have with print media in particular with magazines. The exhibition looks to explore what draws one to a magazine cover and why.
205 Royal College St,
Don’t know to much about photographer, William Eggleston.. but I do know I love his work.
Check out the work of Malaysian artist-architect Hong Yi. Who recently embarked on a great project titled “31 Days of Creativity with Food” over on her blog, Oh I See Red!. The title is pretty self explanatory, she basically puts together different creative narratives with food over a period of 31 days. The only rules she has set herself are: 1 only use food, 2 only use white plate.
Check out the latest design pieces from London artist, Loose Limbs. The images below are part of a special on going series of black and white illustrations, which will eventually be put together for an exhibition title ‘Le Noir!’
If you prefer your art books to be of the pleasantly sophisticated kind, Daniel Cronin’s The Gathering of the Juggalos is probably not what you’re looking for. You would be missing out, though.
In case you’re not familiar with Juggalos and Jugalettes, they are hardcore fans of the notorious and widely mocked horrorcore rap duo Insane Clown Posse. With clown-painted faces and an arsenal of their staple drink Faygo, thousands of them descend on a campground in the godforsaken village of Cave-In-Rock, Illinois every summer for The Gathering: a five-day festival that mostly revolves around outrageous partying, worryingly named ‘psycho-porn’ orgies and frenzied worshipping of ICP.
To many, Juggalos represent the lowest crop of American society – dropouts, orphans and working-class outcasts with a shared love for the glorification of serial killers. Up until a few years ago, there had had been far more media commentary on ICP’s unsettling lyrical tendencies than on their fans’ unapologetic devotion to their favourite band. And there is, indeed, a certain mysterious appeal to the fervent fanatic culture that brings these people together. In our information age (to succumb to a tired cliché) where so many boast slightly-below-surface knowledge of every subgenre ever, or a cosmic ability to namedrop every new chill-wave-cloud-rapper to come out of Tumblr, Juggalos embody a brand of diehard fan culture that feels regrettably rare today. It demands a level of loyalty – even in the face of the harsh critique and at times downright hate projected at ICP – that doesn’t really lend itself to endless strings of fleeting Soundcloud uploads. This might be the reason why Danny Brown, after performing the Gathering last year, declared that he would love to have a fan base like the Juggalos one day.
There are, of course, legitimate concerns about some aspects of the Juggalo culture born out of real incidents of violence and outright misogyny. While the FBI’s official identification of the entire group as ‘loosely organized criminals’ feels like a ridiculously misguided and hyperbolic move, the Gathering has been described by people such as journalist Camille Dodero (who wrote the first in-depth piece on The Gathering as well as the introduction to Cronin’s book) as more than a little scary. Juggalos have also been linked to murder on more than one occasion, which has, neither surprisingly or unfairly, led to questions about what values are really being glorified by ICP and their fans. But, as we should all know, extremists rarely tell the whole story on behalf of entire groups; black metal is just one of many subcultures that have suffered under prejudices elicited by the actions of disturbed individuals.
Daniel Cronin recognises this, and this is presumably one of the reasons why he has returned to the Gathering three years in a row to document the real antics of what many love to write off as raging, redneck teenagers hell-bent on idolising “The World’s Worst Band”. From that point of view, it would be easy to expect his images to show Juggalos in defiant stances, defensively staring back at the camera with the bitter determination of a loser who will never again let a bully have the pleasure of stepping on him. But instead of sensationalising his subjects, Daniel Cronin portrays The Gathering in a far less Columbine-evoking light, by capturing Juggalos on their own, surprisingly serene, turf: not burning cars and hurling bottles of piss at Tila Tequila, but loitering around in a typical festival environment with all its associated beer swigging, nude barbecuing and cringe-worthy fancy dressing. Not all that much different from your average Glastonbury attendee, then.
Cronin’s photographs offer a far less scandalous view of The Gathering and its misunderstood people; freakish, yes – but hardly hostile or rancorous. It doesn’t attempt to make excuses or glamourize, but it does give Juggalos a face beyond the hate-inciting, clown-faced monsters they’re so often dismissed as.
The Gathering of the Juggalos is out now, published by Prestel.
Really feeling the choice of medium used by artist, Diem Chau who has grown a little obsession for crayola crayons. Her obsession has led her to carve out the full alphabet along with a few animals to keep them company. Check out more work from the American based artist here.
For all my hip hop enthusiast around town, check out this video of New York artist Jay Shells who posts street signs around nyc which hold reference to famous rap lyrics.
Definitely got my eye on that Jay z and Jimi street sign.
Genius & GZA Chef Raekwon & Ghostface Killah & U-God – Investigative Reports
Big Daddy Kane – Stop Shammin’
Big L – Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous
Jeru The Damaja – You Can’t Stop The Prophet
Mos Def – Mathematics
M.O.P. – Brownsville
Kool G Rap – For Da Brothaz
Heavy D – Get Fresh Hev
Mobb Deep – Give Up The Goods (Just Step)
Showbiz & A.G. – Next Level
Jay-Z – Where I’m From
Cam Ron & Jim Jones Feat. Master P – Bout It, Bout It…