Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Sunday, 13 November 2011

Thursday, 16 June 2011

Monday, 18 April 2011

Filmed by Spike Jonze

Thanks to Amelia Anderson for sending this my way on Facebook.

Sunday, 27 March 2011

Monday, 14 March 2011

Sunday, 27 February 2011


This honorable gentleman is an outright wizard! What a wonderful, transporting sound. Ladies and gentleman; Arthur Lyman:

Friday, 18 February 2011

Hold Me While I'm Naked

That was the end of a film made by George Kuchar in 1966. You can find the whole thing on the excellent www.ubu.com

Tuesday, 1 February 2011

Andrew Mark Ferguson

Andy is a wicked photographer and a lovely person. Go and look at his website if you like nice pictures of cool stuff and look out for some of his slendid photographs appearing in Awkward Issue 3, which is come along nicely thanks for asking.

Also in The News this week is the nascent Wandering Bears Collective - a group of chummy young photographers with a shiny new website showcasing their recent work and exhibitions. The Bears include Awkward friend and contributor Alexander Milnes as well as today's featured 'lovely person' Andy Ferguson.
Go and have a look-see.

Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Popul Vuh

I have just become the father to a beautiful little baby girl and I'd like to think that I can now credibly attest to this music's pata-linguistic effectiveness... if I may be so bold. It may just be coincidence (it's not) but each time I've played Popul Vuh to Alina, an eery calm has descended upon the pretty little pickle and her seemingly absent minded ceiling gazing has taken on a special air of purpose, serenity and intrigue.

This first track, the title of which translates as "Oh, how close is the way Hina" was used as the signature theme for Werner Herzog's 1976 film Heart of Glass. Famously during the filming of Heart of Glass, all of the actors were hypnotized and it is a truly strange, beautiful and mesmerizing piece of cinema from what has been coined Werner's 'formative period' -

This second clip is an all time classic piece of psychedelic improv and it sounds amazing on a sunny winter afternoon with a doobie, like almost all good music. I don't know if it gets much better than this dreamy, droney cascade but if it does then could you please let me know where? - awkwardmagazine@gmail.com

Thursday, 20 January 2011

Friday, 14 January 2011

James Unsworth

There is so much of this type of illustration in the world that it's tempting to write it all off as nothing more than "more of that scrawly grotesque Shrigley-ish shit", well, it's tempting for me anyway, because I'm a bit jaded.


Anyway, one of those ubiquitous Don't Panic posters showed up when I was clearing out some old boxes of stuff 'n' junk. The one with James Unsworth's name on it almost went in the bin before I'd read his name.


I'm glad I did read his name now, and then google it. His stuff is mind boggling. I don't know if it's the common motifs like the maximalist, psychedelic pen-line elements or what that makes me almost cringe at seeing 'more' of this kind of stuff everywhere (exhibit A), but on closer inspection I am often left feeling like a fool for being so quick to judge. It might just be the doodle-factor. There is a readable kind of rawness to this type of drawing, I think, like you can plainly see the oodles of blase, unconcerned talent just sitting there, dribbling all over the page, smoking a spliff, listening to weird music and not really giving a toss what you think unless it's something good and you want to pay it to be on your album cover.

Does this 'genre' or style of contemporary illustration have a name? Will it ever? Does it need one? Am I five years too late? Are there already way too many versed practitioners for the movement to even need torchbearers? Is anyone reading this? Should I go to bed? Should I start learning to enjoy drawing again?



Here is an interview with James from 2007, which gloriously and matter of factly confirms him (in as much as you (read:I) could possibly gather from a brief interview) as almost exactly the sort of dude in the sort of world that I imagined him to be. Well done him, well done his work, and well done my imagination. What a lovely little love (read:stoned) triangle.