this is great to see they knocked this out so quickly, it almost makes up for the horrid ‘fingers crossed’ one they did for the world cup.
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This month I’ve been working on some promo material for UNISON at London Metropolitan University. They’ve begun a campaign to raise the subject of people skipping their breaks, and hope to encourage staff to take their full lunch breaks.
This was is project intended to raise a smile and lighten up the workplace, so a bit of harmless ribbing of unions was just the ticket. The invites were printed by the wonderful Aldgate Press but for the small run of posters I decided to get my hands dirty.
I decided to document the printing process for the folk at UNISON and it seemed a waste to not put it on here. If you’ve printed before please excuse the basic nature of this description but I’m hoping this will be of interest to folk who haven’t.
I To start with I had to get the artwork printed on tracing paper to make a up the screens for printing.
This is broken down into two colours, as each colour needs to be put on the page individually.
This is the studio. It’s the East London Printmakers near London Fields.
That little room next to the screen racks is where I do all the cleaning out of the screens. Its a tiny windowless room with a jetwash in it. it gets pretty loud.
This is the exposed screen that I was half way through cleaning out at this point.
This is the point you can start to get a sense of how the artwork will cope with being on a screen.
I then chucked it outside to help it to dry
Now I’m nearly ready to print. It’s just a case of registration of the paper to the artwork on the screen
I’ve already mixed my colours.
The ink is hand pulled through the screen for each colour of each poster
It means each sheet is lined up on the bed on masking tape guides I’ve placed. They go in like this…
…and they come out like this.
I do all the posters in the base colour first, letting them dry in the racks whilst I prep the next colour in the screen.
Then it’s one more pull and the poster is finished.
This weekend I went over to Chingford for a day out at Epping Forest
I’ve got a bad habit of taking hundreds of photos of birds. I get far too excited by how much attitude they give off.
Even though I’m huge, towering over them, they don’t seem to mind me.
They just get on with their stuff and I move slowly usually ignoring whoever has the bad fortune to end up around birds with me.
This guy made me laugh because he was just hanging out, standing on a log under the water. I tried to take a photo of his funny feet on the log just under the water but he was all like “Hell no are you making me look funny and stupid. I’m going to look intense and powerful”. I still think he looks funny though.
It was insanely quiet too. I think it was because it was the FA cup final so no father(or mother if she’s into football) was willing to spend quality time with his family in a North London green space. It’s not often you find yourself alone in somewhere like this on a Saturday lunchtime. The lack of people seemed to make a massive difference in the behaviour of the birds there though. The geese were going apeshit, honking at this solitary swan.
But he wasn’t having any of it. He did this weird aggressive swimming stroke that kicked up the water before stalking onto the ground chasing the geese round with his wings out like a monster’s cape. Annoyingly I missed the wings bit but He was doing this crazy fat neck move whilst he stalked a goose.
Did I mention he was HUGE? I was creeping up on him, hiding behind a tree, when he started stalking towards me. I had a moment of realisation that I was actually dangerously close to being that guy who ends up getting his arm broken by a swan. Thankfully he went chasing after one of the geese, flying after him and then running onto an island in pursuit. Imagine a honking and hissing blur of feathers running onto a small island which resembles The Blair Witch locations. The goose was backed up by his buddies, who flew to his rescue as he was chased. I had no idea there was a goose code.
I got some pretty poor photos of some goose sex. It wasn’t pretty and neither are the photos. They’re probably best left to the imagination, but there was one hell of a lot of flapping, splashing, honking and crapping. It’s all was too aggressive and unpleasant, and the female went off and washed at great length afterwards. But you know who wouldn’t have such unpleasant sex? The Egyptian Goose.
This hot piece is far too cool to get hot and bothered. He’s hard and firm (just ask the mallard’s that got in his way) but always smooth. I can’t imagine a showering of his feathers floating past anyone.
It wasn’t just the birds feeling brave
Check out these creepy thugs that kept jumping on me from a tree.
This tree in fact. Flanked by Nell’s bike.
That clump of trees on the left is where the swan chased the goose. I don’t think it ended well.
This old girl wanted a backie to Clapton too
Check out her sweet decals.
Nell was drawn into all this nature stuff, and let out her inner monkey.
This is all far too natural for her.
I was worried I’d never get her out of the trees.
She seemed to be in for the long haul
I went up after her in the hope I could remind her of our civilised ground dwelling ways
but she wasn’t having any of it
She had already begun to shed the chains of civilisation
and I was beginning to feel the urge to join her in a life as a tree dweller.
We were both peckish though so hunger broke the spell, and we jumped on our bikes and headed home
and on the way back we spotted this lot…
Best. Day. Ever.
He writes these awesome crash reports then puts them on his blog, which is rather funny. Garrett, I salute you.
When you make Allistair Campbell look calm and reasonable then you really must be horrid.
Go checkout the awesome Rebeldog who has been rampaging all over Greece at Riots spanning years.
Today the Guardian pointed me in the direction of a story concerning male mannequins made by a company called Rootstein. It seem’s they’ve got a new range coming out soon called the Young & The Restless which is very thin. So far so predictable. Lots of folk are complaining that this shift to super thin impressions of young men is leading to eating disorders, and other issues with body image and this is obviously a very serious subject. It’s worth having a look but as far as I can see we’ve got a long way to go before men are anywhere near as screwed about mentally by fashion. To start with the extent of a man’s choices seem to be JEANS + TSHIRT + HOODY + CHECKED SHIRT. There’s not exactly the levels of hoops to jump through for fear of fug. Yes, sure everything is getting rather narrow but it’ll change, the tight thing is so played out now it’s bound to.
Still, you should maybe have a look at the links I’ll chuck at the bottom.
No, what I wanted to show you was the magical collection of products available from the Rootstein website. Why? Because it’s a pot of metaphorical internet gold obviously!
Meet Ross. He’s your typical Man(nequin) about town. He likes nothing more than curling up naked in his favourite nook and having a think.
Ross works nights with his good pal Ben. They make their living as doormen in their local Laser Quest. It’s important that people having fun have SAFE fun.
Ben is highly qualified for his job as a doorman thanks to his being a black belt in naked karate.
This is the Rootstein’s Chad. He’s your typical, beefcake I.T. assistant who specialises on being sleazy in the staff kitchen. His protein shake breaks seem to have had a terrible side effect of leaving him with a huge puffy pubic mound with no genitals to speak of.
Thankfully Chad is dating CoCo, who works in sales because her own lack of genitals means they needn’t deal with his strange puffy mound. Coco secretly wishes Chad was more like Felix though; a tanned blond beefcake who works in Creative.
But Felix only dates fashion girls…
…and indulges in threesomes where the woman isn’t really welcome.
Strangely Matt Bellemy from Muse seems to work there too.
Source - http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/may/05/skinny-male-mannequins-eating-disorder
