Saturday, 27 August 2016

Old Things




Hemingway wrote the below in a letter, aged only 24, to a friend living in Paris.







We can't ever go back to old things. Or try and get the old kick out of something. Or find things the way we remembered them.  We have them as we remember them, and they're fine and wonderful. And we have to go on. And have other things. Because the old things are nowhere, except in our minds now.



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Which i find kind of heart-breaking, because transience affects me, but all of life is there in his words, and the lines in the face of the old man silhouetted against the fire are catching the light like tiny incandescent branches, and he looks a lot like i might if i ever make it that far, and he is shrugging his shoulders and leaning back in his rocking chair and smiling imperceptibly, and his smile is saying that this is the mysterious way of the world, and it doesn't need to be heart-breaking, it can be just as beautiful too.




Wednesday, 24 August 2016

Extreme Situations




Watterson wrote this in 1994






22 years later i'm following suit.








Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Put It There



When something goes well it's nice to get all TopGun about it from time to time.






But you can have too much of a good thing. Like saying sorry all the time, the more you repeat something the more it starts to lose meaning and resonance. The below is God's way of telling americans to calm down and stop seeking out some physical manifestation of their relentless need to affirm the fact they feel goodNotice that every single one of the below takes place in the States. Except for the aussie wicketkeeper which merits inclusion because it's incredible. Colin Jackson's aunt is blatantly american.



Missed high-fives



One of the most beautiful things on God's earth. 






































Monday, 22 August 2016

Creps Look Colgate



So there i was maxing out keeping chill on an indecisive Saturday morning of intermittent showers that were making the pavements of Soho gleam like light bouncing off a latex moon, waiting for Snappy Snaps to develop a Keith Haring photo in need of framing. Thumb-twiddling and heavy-chilling and latex moon-gazing done, i went back into the shop to make the pick up. And from behind the counter, pointing to my print, the lady was like 'is this yours?'. I was like yeah, she was like check this out. And walking around the counter she stopped and pointed down at her feet. Lupe from Spain, a Keith Haring obsessive, had spent 3 whole days with bleach and a toothpick, customising her gym shoes.

















Sunday, 21 August 2016

Friday, 19 August 2016

Just Go



Tribe is a sports nutrition company started by three good friends of mine and they're making serious waves up in the game. They recently hiked up to the Scottish Highlands and did a two day run around there, filming the whole thing with drones and the cameras they used on Lord Of The Rings and shit.





This is the film, called The Spirit Of The Tribe



I wrote the script and did the voiceover for it.