WHAT DO YOU GET IF YOU CROSS A SQUIRREL AND A CRAB?
A convicted exotic taxidermist.
On my first expedition into a bloggers snakepit I tumbled across this vulgarity! (I love vulgarity). Some may call it a form of invention, imagination even intrigue. Others revolting. Either way the rubber necker in me clicked the link.
Miami based ‘dead animal artist’ hit the nail on the head in the way of taxidermy, and on the coffin of his career. 5 years in jail for illegal possession of exotic animals.
In the name of art he proclaimed to ‘raise awareness with his work to the danger faced by a range of species’. That old corker.
Is it ethically sound? I don’t know the man or his methods…whatever floats your boat I guess. I recently got winklepicked by an artist who asked me once if my dog had died, would I like it to be made into a jacket, an all-in-one puppy playsuit perhaps?
No. I really would not…
Vulgarity has a limit, perhaps it unearthed conscience.
On that note… Have a lovely evening! Harriet xxx
“UNFAIR” AT THE WHISPER GALLERY…
IN ASSOCAITION WITH WHITENOISE AND MEN GALLERY.
“By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”
William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Macbeth
Harriet Verney interviews JJ NOKI Artist, Ethical Designer…
After 15 years of pioneering ethical fashion in a ever expanding commercial industry JJ NOKI has once again expressed a positive critique on globalization and consumerism through promiscuous, phallic and playful sketches of thumbs at the WHISPER GALLERY.;
The exhibition entitled “UNFAIR” hosts works from EINE, WILLIAM BLANCHARD, and MARK ELEY. NOKI produces detailed pencil drawings of severed swollen thumbs, inspired by Allen Jone’s erotic furniture and sculptures
A series of one colour screen-prints taken from NOKI’s original pencil drawings will also be complimented by an edition of his works re-worked by Mark Eley.
The man behind the mask sheds some light on his new venture….
Is this the first exhibition of your sketches?
JJ: Yes I haven’t drawn in this way since 1988 to get into Edinburgh College Art..
Harriet: You are renouned as a forward thinking ethical designer…pioneering a movement in fashion that today is internationally recognised. Now a collaboration with Mark Eley and provocative sketches of thumbs…how did it come about?
JJ: Why thank you for that prestigious platform ha ha but that is precisely why I needed to connect with my artist again.. Fashion is an easy expression for me, something that evolves naturally everyday, to make it more enjoyable day. To create the NokiNHS you need the collaging of the brand its textile, graphics and brand value. These drawings liberated me from all those global shackles.
The “Co-Lab” piece with Mark is a fun piece, a celebration to his dedication to the craft of screen printing..
“The drawings are a whole different fear factor to accomplish.
A blank bit of paper can be a dark wilderness to failure… At any point the pencil will expose the inability to draw at a competent level. Something I aspire to, is the perfection to the manipulation of light shade and proportion…
Harriet: Who was your thumspiration?!
JJ: My mum needs that title. I drew our family dogs in 1988 for her birthday present and they have hung by the fireplace ever since.
Every time I go home I would always think ” Did I draw them” I said this to my mum and she blew her top and blackmailed me into drawing her new dog Mr Bloo..
The reason for the Thumb was a visual symbol about pressure: being under its fetish of want, need and desire.
Harriet: The sketches are described as a positive critique on world globalisation. How so?
JJ: They are originally very small drawings blown up by 2011% to represent my journey since 1988… The world we now live in since then, has scarily come true to me. When your from darkest of Scotland and denied brands i.e. things, and you dream of the multiple choice of those things but realise the dark consequences the world goes through to provide those ‘things’ these drawings were my natural reaction to the love/ hate I feel towards my globalised life…
Harriet: At public and press events you usually adorn yourself with a mask, but didn’t for the launch of UNFAIR at WHISPER GALLERY?
JJ: I wore my trusty New Era cap that pulls down at any given camera moment.
“Im also so proud of these pieces”
I felt a sense of liberation from the NokiSOB mask..
Harriet: In the end what makes your cocks stand out in comparison to the other artists?
JJ: Harriet, Dahling! This is not a competition its a celebration of original East end artists that colonised a run down London area to express their individuality for it to be overrun by charlatan artists and desperate brands. We just decided as a group (curated by Martin Tickner and Dave Dorell) to take our originality, to the west end in reaction to the mediocracy!
But I do appreciate the compliment to liking or wanting to lick and sit on my thumbs ha ha..
by Harriet Charity Verney.
Willy Nilly…its Millie Vanilli
By Jove, remember this brooding pair? On a walk home one night I found this on the floor (see above pic). Mimi and I stumbled out of a Kebab shop and straight into the arms of “Girl I’m gonna miss you” vinyl by Grammy fraudsters MILLIE VANILLIE.
If you cannot recollect the story of how this double act managed to rise up and come crashing down, let me (and Wikipedia) enlighten you.
From 1988-1998 Fab Morvan and Rob Pilatus (who once dubbed himself “the new Elvis) graced dance music decks with hit Albums such as “ALL OR NOTHING”
This braidy bunch were the darrhlings of the music scene. Alas behind all their fame and fortune lay one vital (Yet secret) ingredient. 5 ACTUALLY talented individuals.
Turns out the people behind the voices (Charles Shaw, John Davis, Adam Owem and twin sisters Jodie and Linda Rocco) had been told their “unmarketable image” would mean that two younger models/dancers (found in a nightclub in Munich) would be fronting their band.
The story continues….
After Fabulous and Rob’s album had gone platinum cracks appeared. The first apparent sign the band had been lip-syncing was during a live performance on MTV. The backing track jammed…poor Fab and Rob didn’t realise, must have been the hair extensions, and carried on singing and grooving. But finally the penny dropped and the boys ran off stage.
The real singers got insanely jealous of the attention and blabbed to the press. The cat was out of the bag!
And so we get to the center of the shrubbery maze, I needn’t say any more.
Who done it? No-one knows. Some blame backing signer Shaw, some blame manger Frank Farian.
I say bring back the cheekbones and pecs, lez have a reunion!