Today we meet Hattie Newman, 22, an animator from Bristol.
Hattie Newman is an illustrator, animator and set maker who hails from Bristol. She recently graduated with a first class degree in illustration at UWE in Bristol. While she was there she got frustrated with the lack of interaction between courses which led her to co-found an open collective called ‘The Yellow Revolution’. Designed to explore, facilitate and showcase the potential of creative collaboration, the collective gave students opportunities to meet and work with others from different disciplines, as well as voice their opinions about the university. Last month Hattie took a leap of faith and moved to London where she has been freelancing as an illustrator and working with Bristol-based collective ‘Hot Soup’ on interactive projects.
Los Angeles has the best freaks, which is never a bad thing but is a particularly special asset come this time of year. Tonight
demented altered statesman Don Bolles emcees a special program celebrating local psychedelic public-access TV producer Dan Kapelovitz’s birthday. David Unger Liebe Hart, whose outer-space Christian scientist puppets know no limits of equal parts inspiration and creep-out, will perform, as will Home Savings and the Credit Cards, Snax, Realicide, and Xrin Arms. Desciples of entropy Prickle and Quinn will DJ, and Don Bolles has threatened to tear through his so-called "Special Vault of Horrible Records." And the ever lovely, pre-decrepit Nora Keyes (who’s responsible for the image above) hosts a Scary Face Contest at the bar.
This job was really hard to do at first. Listening to people break down over the phone is dreadful. I got used to it pretty quickly: the trick is to ignore these things called "emotions" and "human decency".
My shifts vary. Sometimes I won’t do anything all day because no one
has died, but other times I’m so busy I won’t be able to take lunch. Much like any other newsroom, I
have deadlines to follow. We’re usually only two people working so we
don’t have time to get into sympathetic conversations with clients: we
have to interrupt them and be like, “um, OK, that’ll be $860”.
Obituaries are expensive. And I shouldn’t admit this, but we make
commission off them. That’s probably what turned my co-workers and I
into greedy, cold-hearted monsters. On quiet nights we actually wish
people would die. Not young people or anything, just old ones. Like war
vets.
We asked the most Halloweenly people we know to make us a seasonal mini-megamix, or "playlist", to help us ring in Samhain. Up first is SSION frontman, Whoop Dee Doo master of ceremonies, and general Jaimie Warren co-conspirator Cody Critcheloe’s picks.
The heinously premature appearance of Christmas shit usually really pisses me
off. But check out John Lewis with their Unholy Black Inverted
Tree of Sodom. That is pretty thumbs down shit right there. BRUCE LA VRAI
No offence People With Learning Difficulties, but I think it’s fair to say there are times when everyday things seem almost impossible.
I’d just like to point out that one of those times is ordering a sandwich when there’s five different types of bread and over 20 individual salad options.
Now I’m not saying ‘don’t let people with learning difficulties go into Subway.’ All I am saying is, "Marks and Spencer sandwiches are quite nice. And they’re pre-packaged, which is handy…"
Some time ago, and for no apparent reason, several guys in the office began cultivating pretty shitty moustaches. The outbreak was shortlived however, mainly because everyone else in the office told them they looked like dicks. But ‘taches are coming back! Next month you have a great excuse to rekindle the fluff on you upper lip thanks toMovember, a global charity event that invites men to grow a moustache (a Mo) during the whole of November. The aim is to raise awareness about the pesky walnut-sized gland in your ass - a danger we warned you about in our guide to milking your prostate. So how about it? Grow a mo for Movember. Send us your photos.
Today we meet Ben Hughes, 22, a sculptor from London.
Ben Hughes was born in London then moved to Sussex after getting thrown out of school but returned to London to complete a foundation at Central St. Martins. He began making sculpture in his own time at home whilst learning how to weld at evening courses. Hoping to get a more professional understanding, he applied for a position at the esteemed Pangolin Foundry in Gloucestershire where he has been working since January 2007. Here, Hughes professionally does metalwork, casting bronze sculptures for different artists as well as sheet metal fabrication. After a day’s work is done he is allowed to create his own sculptures using The Pangolin Foundry’s facilities.
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See, this is why it’s not worth committing yourself to theme weeks. The second you get something great nailed down, like "five days of frights," along comes a Shiba Inu puppycam to push its sniffy little nose up in your face like some kind of asshole. I’ve just spent the past hour trying to think of a way to frame a pile of soft, furry pup-pups as "spooky" but the best I’ve got is "pretend they’re rats." Looks like we’re just going to have to take an early breather from Hallo-week-n and get back to the scaries a little later. If you need us in the meantime we’ll be here listening to these puppies chew and yawn (you can hear them chew and yawn).
Hey it’s OJ again. Just a quick little update because we thought you
might want to know what people in Boise look like. They look like this.
Anyways, if you’re in New Orleans on Friday we’re playing a Halloween
Homecoming show with Quintron and Miss Pussycat at One Eyed Jack’s. See you
there.
Freaking out about your wild ‘n’ crazy weekend is for people with jobs, but I was whipped in the head with a chain on Friday night and now I don’t know any better. That makes two of us here with cranial damage…
By our calculations, it has been approximately 8,000 years since Halloween has fallen on a decent party day like Friday. In honor of the mystic convergence of being able to get plastered in a costume and not having to work in the morning this year, we are hosting a full-week of stories and pictures of the spookiest and/or most pumpkiny things we can come up with in preparation for the big day. To start things off, here are some pictures from a pumpkin rave our cover photographer Dana Goldstein threw with some friends and those giant pumpkin heads that Semen Sperms made for us. If you want the full rave effect we recommend scrolling through them really quickly while letting a kid from Long Island in UFO pants discreetly feel you up when he thinks you won’t notice.
It would be funny to give this cutie to Prince the next time he says, “You don’t have to be cool to rule my world,” because you know he couldn’t hang. Poser.
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This tattoo helps you see that he is a gross monster and you need to stay away. Dude, you had me at pierced nipples. [Click for video] More
