Entries Tagged as 'Who's Jack'

Tuesday, June 1st, 2010

Inside the Doctor’s Surgery: Dr D (and them billboards what he does)

Billboard vandal and drinker of tea Dr D plies his trade in a West London warehouse nestled in a landscape of railway lines, telephone poles and refrigerator graveyards. When we meet, he is ankle deep in cut-out letters, spraymount and a scattering of UK election campaign propaganda. He’s recently finished a two-storey high paste up […]

Monday, January 18th, 2010

Dirty White Gold – The Film

I’m making a film. A virginal effort. I wrote an article for Who’s Jack last autumn. I was then invited on a press trip to India with Pants to Poverty. At this time, I was at the Frontline Club on a course with documentary Claire Lewis. I told her about the trip and she shoved […]

Thursday, October 1st, 2009

Baby Fear

It was at a party held in honour of a friends’ baby. The air mingled idealism with Afghan hash. And children – the spawn of the liberal. Some ran around naked, all were grotesquely cute and had names like Nova. At parties like this, the conversation invariably turns to babies and pregnancies. I’m sure it’s […]

Tuesday, September 1st, 2009

Deadly White Gold

When you’ve got a bargain, do you think about who’s paid for it? When I buy underwear, I ask myself “is the cotton used to make this organic cotton?” If it isn’t organic, I follow up with a series of sub-questions tripping around “what permanently debilitating condition does the farmer who grew this have?” and […]

Saturday, August 1st, 2009

Iran. June 2009.

The height of post-Iranian Election fervour. As thousands of pro-reform demonstrators took to Iran’s streets asking where their votes went, one man went on a solitary journey along Tehran’s avenues pasting and painting hundreds of his own questions. A1one, the street name for a Tehran-based street artist, erected over 400 pieces on the day the […]

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

Poet Keats' Home To Reopen

The public has waited and we’ve urned it. It took around two years and half a million pounds, but the London home where poet John Keats composed On a Grecian Urn, On Melancholy, and La Belle Dame Sans Merci is set to reopen this Friday. The Grade I listed house in Hampstead (a museum since […]

Sunday, June 14th, 2009

Letter From Tehran (Dude…Where's My Election?)

Lounging langourously on a Sunday afternoon, I received the following on my BlackBerry. It’s a letter from a friend in Tehran who asks their name and profession not be published. Having subsequently spoken to other friends in Tehran (social networking, SMS, and other tricks of youth have been shut down…unless you know a hack or […]

Monday, June 1st, 2009

Death By Acronym

Common sense dictates that drinking an industrial solvent found in wheel cleaner is a stupid thing. Yet clubbers across the UK are ignoring the “Toxic: Do Not Drink” warnings and are necking back litres of the stuff for shits and giggles. After a couple of hours I think I’m straight enough to communicate with the […]