The disturbance outside on Saturday morning proved to be a plethora of Santas preparing to run 5km to raise money for Passing it On a charity which helps to build schools in Africa. By the time I’d blown away the cobwebs and got down there most of them had finished. Later I was Christmas Shopping and passed Fabrica in Duke St where a crafts fair was being held. Some good stuff and I bought this and that for Christmas presents. Some Great badges and cards by Saffron Reichenbäcker and some beautiful owls like Russian dolls by Caleigh Illerbrun. Then in the evening up to London for company bash at big hotel. Dinner suit dusted off, shoes given quick brush, train then tube, cloakroom ticket, hoards of people, boss’s speech, sales targets, M&S vouchers, prize draw. Glasses of red, bottles of Becks, dancing like fools, talking bollocks. Squeeze onto tube, 12:05 from Victoria, stand all the way and taxi home to find Alien 3 and a glass of single malt. Here comes Christmas……..
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Here comes Christmas
3D Printing gets even easier
Desktop 3 dimensional printing for around $2000 – Wow!

Raleigh Chopper by Wil Freeborn
Alan Oakley, the designer of the icon Chopper bicycle, has kicked the bucket aged 85. As for all English men of my, age the chopper was an important part of my life. It seemed years when everyone else had one and I didn’t and then, one birthday, I did.
Choppers were amazing. They were a joy to ride but they weren’t faster, lighter or easier to ride than conventional bikes. They were just fantastic! My fondest memories are of cycling down country lanes in the summers (which were, of course, long and hot).
Bikes of today are far too serious. They are crammed with stuff. Bora Ultra carbon aero cranksets, Alloy Brake Levers and Hydraulic Disc Brakes. Disc breaks! On a bike! Who the hell is going so fast on a bike that they need disk bakes? In the 21st century we seem to take ourselves far too seriously. Accountancy clerks spend their Saturday riding a bike and then wear a T-shirt to work proclaiming that they LIVE LIFE ON THE EDGE. No mate, you don’t. You are a hobby cyclist. That Lucozade your drinking used to be sold to grandmother’s as a health drink until a bunch of marketing men bamboozled you into thinking that it makes you cycle faster.
Rather than getting on our bike to look for work we don layers of spandex and ridiculous hats and board contraptions built to the tolerance of a space capsule only to ride around the streets shouting at cars. I remember a TV sketch referring to motorbikes but which I will adjust for push bikes. The son puts on his spandex leggings, his florescent top, his, frankly, weird shaped hat and crazy sunglasses and prepares to leave the house to ride his bike. His dad shouts “Are you going out on that thing again? It’s too dangerous, you’ll get yourself killed!”. The son replies “but dad, I have all he safety clothing”. The old dad yells back “You little idiot! That’s what I’m talking about, you look so stupid that someone is bound to beat the shit out of you!”.
Cyclists don’t need those all that clobber, they just need a pair of bicycle clips and a flat cap to keep the rain off. And they also need MUDGUARDS! What’s this bollocks that people are so macho they can’t have mudguards? In England! Where if doesn’t rain for three days in a row we declare a drought!
The Chopper is a symbol of another age. An age when efficiency and precision were secondary to fun. Bring back the chopper, I say, and while we’re about it we should start wearing flared trousers again.
Delahaye Roadster
Cortina
Saw a fantastic old Ford Cortina up by the IMAX on the South Bank on Saturday night.
Acacia Designs
I was wandering along Elder Place last weekend and came across a shop named Acacia Designs selling handmade wooden furniture. Some great looking pieces maintaining the natural look of the wood.










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corporate control or just nostalgia?
Tags: Cemetery Junction, Dean Bradshaw, nostalgia, Onesies, photography, photoshop, Ricky Gervais, soviet censorship, Stephen Merchant
Cum On Feel The Noise
Last night I watched Cemetery Junction, a film by Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant. Based in the 1970s the film tells the story of three friends who handle their lives in three different ways. One has his head down at a manual job and just wants to live his life. One is trying to get on but, while he has a “white collar” job, he is disillusioned by the mundanity and inhumanity of the work. The third is a rebel who usually resorts to punching someone. Gervais plays a father and Merchant has a cameo. The bosses daughter becomes romantically involved with one of the friends and her dream of becoming a photographer and traveling the world sparks his decision to make a break. Though the plot is fairly pedestrian Gervais and Merchant adorn it with some great dialogue, vivid humour and a passable rendition of Slade’s Cum On Feel The Noise.
The backdrop is the world of my youth. Housing estates, ghastly wall paper, old Ford Escorts and overgrown foliage. This got me reminiscing. 35mm cameras, slam door trains where did it all go? Why do we now disdain that wall paper? Why are we suckers for the “new shape” BMW? Why is it that there are no patches of wild amidst our housing estates? Nostalgia no doubt but come on! In 40 years time nobody will give a stuff for iPads or Onesies either.
Browsing around this morning I came across the work of Australian photographer Dean Bradshaw. Some very impressive work. Some of it akin to realist paintings. Mr. Bradshaw is a comercial photographer who creates images for advertising and his Startrac work is amazing. These images are perfect. The lighting fantastic and the people frozen in time like manikins. The images could easily be mistaken for paintings but the accompanying video shows how Mr. Bradshaw created them. Photographing the actors in studio conditions with as much care as any Vogue shoot he deposits them onto a background with software tools. While Mr. Bradshaw’s skill with a camera is key the makeup, scene preparation, lighting and software are also critical to the final image.
The Internet is littered with references to Soviet era censorship decrying the doctoring of photographs as a sinister indication of a totalitarian regime. Here Nikolai Yezhov has been removed from a photograph of Stalin.
Nikolai Yezhov is erased from history
Yet it’s common knowledge that all magazines now doctor pictures of models to remove blemishes, enhance features and usually make models skinnier. Others have blogged about these excesses where models have lost or gained limbs through the ineptness of the photoshop operative.
a bag erased from history
There are now online tutorials available to assist the amateur and last September the Daily Mail ran an article showing how artists are modifying photos to create hybrid images; half doctored photograph and half digital fantasy.
The images created by Mr. Bradshaw show how artists and technician can control the whole environment and, even though they use real people and cameras the result is pure fantasy. In a world where these images are ubiquitous and backed up by messages exhorting us to buy associated products it’s no wonder we end up prizing stuff over the environment, people and time. I think it was Norman Mailer who observed that the Soviet propaganda machine was nothing compared to the Western marketing industry.
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