Monday, 18 July 2011

And now for something to really turn your stomach

They say you should suffer for your art. But have they ever been forced to chug a literal bucket full of sour brown slime and then spew it back up like some outtake from The Exorcist? I'm all for 'method' journalism ... getting yourself as close to the story as you can, but I have to confess I began to question my methods if not my sanity after a solid hour spent projectile vomiting and watching bits of my stomach float away down the drain like little pink life rafts, all in the name of getting free of the grip of some drugs I wasn't addicted to. Anyway, I thought you might enjoy this piece I did for the late and very lamented Colors magazine, here: ... one of the finest, most thoughtful and best art directed publications I've had the privilege to work with. I adored the photography by the very talented Mr Stephen Shaver, and his ingenious use of colour and composition. Oh, and if you look closely at the photos, you can catch me in mid-heave ... I'm the flabby white guy with a tattoo on his shoulder.

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