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Since my last post, many months ago, the sun and moon have danced through the sky, seasons have shifted around me, and a new shop and studio space have taken shape in Reykjavik's Fishpacking District thanks to the endless toiling of myself and my man, the ever talented Sruli Recht. It is called Vopnaburið. Icelandic for The Armoury.Therein, we sell Sruli's products of refined luxury and my

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In a way, she felt like they had already kissed long ago. More than a kiss. The sum of hundreds of stolen glances, private smiles and small conspiracies was much greater in her mind than a dozen kisses. She wondered how long you had to look at someone before you had reached the equivalent of a kiss? How many inscrutable moments were necessary to constitute the right to ask for something tangible?

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'Twas the night before Christmas,And deep in their lairAssassins lay bakingTheir weapons with care. Their foes were all nestled down snug in their beds,As visions of skirmishes danced in their heads.‘Kerchiefs at their throats, and treason in mind,These devious bakers their talents combined. One good with alchemy the other construction,An evil intent their MO for production.They sharpened their

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Most excellent online publication New Sugar recently published a handful of my work in their second edition, bless them. Here is a sneak preview of the showcase. But please do pop along to their site and download the magazine if a) you're at all interested in what's new and super sweet in illustration, 2) you're keen to hear how I answer such questions as "Favourite biscuit?", and thirdly) well,

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So I've decided that it is my duty, as a professional, to study boys. Illustratively speaking. In detail. See what I do for you people? Always taking the tough assignments.This winsomely skew-whiff fellow is the first in a series. More to come.

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If I were a bird, once I was done with free-wheelin' in the clouds and conversatin' with bees and flowers and things, I would return home to my nest. And what would my nest be made of? Why, paper, natch. Scraps of ancient manuscript and offcuts of pricey lineney stationery and whatever bits of delicious, battered, mysterious parchment I could get my claws into. Would I be a bowerbird? Probably.

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The rap sheet of Pandora is long, the beautiful devilry of her seductive charms blamed for liberating all the evils of mankind. The original femme fatale, she kept nothing on her bedside table but a box full of hope. Helen had more of the victim about her. Hatched from the egg of Zeus, kidnapped by lusty Athenians, courted by Gods and monsters, and raped by Paris, she now stands prostrate in

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Cheap ass poster paint, when found in the right lolly hue, with an opacity to rival pea soup, and the consistent performance of a Broadway hoofer, is a joy rivalled by no other. And when it's on sale at Cass for the low, low price of ten pots for a pound, well then, it's pretty much Christmas. Check the coverage of that orange, yo.

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Branch Immersion is a folksy outfit comprising my dear friend Rix and his chums. Strummy, yummy, thoughtful aural whimsy. I'm working on album art for their upcoming LP release. Check them on myspaz: http://www.myspace.com/branchimmersion

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Today I spent one glorious hour wandering the hallowed expanses of the Courtauld Gallery. Contained therein is a bite-sized collection that satisfies like a seven-course banquet. I was positively licking the walls, groaning with culture-lust. And yet there was something far quieter than Modigliani's fleshy females, something more delicate than Monet's dappled waterscapes that caught my eye on the

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In the summer time, when the pollen hangs heavy and promise fills London's parks, most folx pass time time sinking extra-strength brews and messing about in boats. Me? More likely to be messing about in hobby shops, I'm afraid. Sad? Or the way of the future?

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Faces fascinate me. Especially faces of those I love. Or admire. So I am busy fashioning a collection of them. This is Sruli Recht, a man of many talents, just beyond the cusp of greatness, and possessing a lifelong platinum membership to my Mutual Appreciation Society. Have a look at his wonderful works at http://www.srulirecht.com/. Should you like to be immortalised as Mr Recht has been, rest

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Contrary to popular belief, the life of a pen for hire is not all champagne receptions and diamond-studded stilettos. At least not every week. Allowing oneself the luxury of a life carousing with pens and scraps of paper comes at a cost. Sacrifices must be made. Corners must occasionally be cut. And presents for loved ones purchased under extreme financial duress must be gussied up as much as is

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I sing in a choir, n'kay? And before you start with the rolling of the eyes and the chucking of the hymn books already, let me explain. We sing pop songs and edgy vocal electro mashups at nightclubs. Can I get a woop, woop? (Please? Just one woop would do...). Anyway, apart from me being top soprana (aka "The Screecher"), I am also self-appointed choir stylist and Chief Producer of Gig Posters*.

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An amalgam of three things dear to my heart: Bosi (my cat), plaques (and everything they stand for), and plaster rabbits (I'm only human). I made this melange-homage to all three some time ago, but it is still dear to my heart.

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The crackling rasp of Nina Simone getting over a lost lover. Honeyed chirrups from Joan Baez, dreaming of a brighter day. Ella telling you Christmas is coming, there are such things as happy endings, and that love can come in many shapes and sizes. Such things help me to get out of bed in the morning and slide towards slumber at night. Here's an online album cover I made for a friend of mine who

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Choirs are not just for nerds. They are for Mercury Award Nominated rappers too. Here is a gig poster I made to celebrate that very fact. Braap!

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