Patti and Rod in barnet excelsis
Last week I recovered this from the back pocket of a pair of trousers; a page torn from a copy of Mojo found on the tube a few months back.
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Last week I recovered this from the back pocket of a pair of trousers; a page torn from a copy of Mojo found on the tube a few months back.
Reading Amanda Lear’s engaging out-of-print memoir My Life With Salvador Dalí brings back memories of a visit to the Dalí Theatre-Museum (“the largest surrealistic object in the world”) in Figueres in 1988. In the tower of the museum, the “seedy old conjuror” (per the description by John Richardson in his waspish collection of art world pen […]
30 seconds into this clip, Humphrey Ocean is called on stage to perform one of his amazing dances with the stars of the Stiff 1977 tour.
Just came across this card from one of my heroines, Caroline Coon.
This composition of images by Derek Harris from Christopher Gray’s Situationist text Leaving The 20th Century makes plain the significance of the visual vocabulary of the 60s anarchist movement on punk in general and Malcolm McLaren & Vivienne Westwood’s Anarchy Shirt in particular.
Two “manifesto” designs which emanated from 430 King’s Road – the You’re Gonna Wake Up t-shirt and the Anarchy Shirt – share a reference to “The Black Hand Gang”. I had long assumed that both referred to Spanish anarchists La Mano Negra, since the group’s name was listed with that of their fellow countryman and […]
My investigation into the multifarious strands which fed into the creation of the 1974 t-shirt You’re Gonna Wake Up has, in turn, ignited a convincing set of new theories about the genesis of another “manifesto” design, Malcolm McLaren and Vivienne Westwood’s so-called Anarchy Shirt.
Place: Golden Square, London W1. Time: 1pm Coffee: Nordic Bakery Soho Lloyd Johnson, Ben Olins and I met on a sunny Saturday for a chat about Rowan Joffe’s recently-released film Brighton Rock. The transposition of the storyline to 1964 has resulted in marketing which leans heavily on the backdrop of the Mods vs Rockers “riots” […]
Come Friday night I like a bit of a cavort, complete with elaborate flourishes and exhibitionist tendencies. One of my ambitions is to dance alongside self-styled attention whore/gig irritant Beatle Bob. Watch him go with Roky Erickson to Don’t Shake Me Lucifer:
Postcards are an abiding obsession, and this, just arrived from Will Birch, is a nice one to add to the collection.