Filmed this recently…. One HDV camera and one mobile phone. It was for Stop Sweatshop Greenwash at Thanet Earth. It’s to the tune of Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream”. Not a bad stab for a bunch of green and labour activists in green hair and a man with an inflatable guitar eh?
On 20 April 2011, a tribute event was held in London in memory of director, actor and filmmaker Juliano Mer Khamis. Juliano was assassinated on 4 April 2011 in Jenin, in the occupied West Bank, where he established the Freedom Theatre in 2006. The son of a Arna Mer, a Jewish woman, and Saliba Khamis, [...]
The day after any major demonstration always brings out the hungover “mostly peaceful, shame about the violent minority” mantra from the meeja-darling bloc. Whenever there’s an alternative popular movement that grips the national imagination, left-ish commentators and journalists fight whitened tooth and manicured nail for public alliance to this season’s worthy cause of resistance. Yet, [...]
I’ve been doing some writing for a bunch of art students.
Such as the copy you will read below.
The first draft I worked off had the phrase “challenging the position of the student as consumer and the pedagogic problems that come with this new condition”.
Call me a bit low-brow but I thought it best to simplify [...]
For Sale. One Space Hijackers Tank. Last seen 01 April 2009 – at London’s G20 demonstrations – steaming down Bishopsgate with Wagner’s Ride of the Valkyries blaring from its soundsystem. 11 careful owners all registered on the DNA database. Many of us popped our arrest cherry that day.
Our mobile oppression [...]
This weekend, Mutate Britain asked Peter Kennard to revamp one of his more recent collaborative works Fucking Waste of Money for their Robin Hood Tax event at London’s Cordy House.
Fucking Waste of Money looks a bit like this:
The picture was erected on Thursday – the same day my erstwhile companjero, Sky News’ Niall Paterson, took [...]
Allow me to be a bit smug with this little number:
After an enforced day off, I hauled my languid self to Ladbroke Grove to the Mutate Britain show for its private view. Knowing full well I wouldn’t get anywhere near seeing the art, I busied myself by fixing a grin on my face and calling people “darling”.
I did, however, catch up with a few old [...]
Despite the fact that photographs from the first day of the G20 protests in April 2009 show me astride an armoured personnel carrier in black bra and blue boiler suit with another woman straddling me in red stockings and lipstick heels, the Crown Prosecution Service has charged me and 10 others with impersonating police officers. [...]
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 lovely [...]
