The Newpaper Launch
The Newpaper is a new English “art publication that has edited together a broad spectrum of artists who make work using the language, visuals or structure of newspapers, to create a unique broadsheet newspaper”. The first issue will be launched at INDO bar on 21 March. INDO 133 Whitechapel Road, London E1. Tube: Aldgate East […]
More Whities Up East
Just kidding. Potentially of interest to 3:AM readers, although some would disagree… East End Promise: Writing the New London Tarquin Hall, Melanie McGrath and Will Self Wednesday 21 March, 7pm London’s East End challenges writers with the multitude of its stories. Tarquin Hall is a British author and journalist who has lived and worked in […]
Honey Bunny
It was a meeting of the shy and formerly contained: Bea with a life for one, Bunny without any life at all. Bea looked at Bunny as he lay, quiet and still, on the gold, tasselled bedspread. An unboxed innocent, waiting in that amber light.
By Kim Rooney.
Cultural Assailant
But that’s the way of the world; if you put art in the street it won’t last unless it’s something monumental, and if it’s constructed from a material and in a way that will ensure it will last then it’s just a totalitarian imposition on other people’s lives. Culture has to remake itself continually, go with the urban flow, single cultural artefacts shouldn’t permanently occupy space in a city.
Stewart Home on Oscar Niemeyer and the street art of São Paulo.
“Hobbyhorse” and “Kin”
The night was a quilt of oldness: the daughter back, coming with the pianist, her boyfriend. The mother at the aunt’s house, complaining hers was small. This time the mother came with a friend who spoke like a man, saying she liked whiskey.
By Kim Chinquee.
Review: Fluffy
Lia does charming in spades, sometimes to the point of sickening, but she also gets that enthusiastic pestering that kids are prone to doing down to a tee, the type that wears you down. On one page she draws the inner workings of Michael’s scrambled head, scrambled not only by Fluffy but also by his disillusionment with work and nagged by girlfriend problems: his sister tells him, “She sounds like a freaky bunny boiler.”
Susan Tomaselli is like a rabbit in Simone Lia‘s headlights.