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PoisonBottleMassacre
I DON'T ADVISE A HAIRCUT, MAN. ALL HAIRDRESSERS ARE IN THE EMPLOYMENT OF THE GOVERNMENT. HAIRS ARE YOUR AERIALS. THEY PICK UP SIGNALS FROM THE COSMOS, AND TRANSMIT THEM DIRECTLY INTO THE BRAIN. THIS IS THE REASON BALD-HEADED MEN ARE UPTIGHT.
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Latest Journal Entry: No Subject December 14, 2011, 09:26pm
Profile: With a reckless use of photocopy machines and hairspray, I generally shred and tumble my way through the concrete jungle in a feral blur of photography, Zine making, and gigs. I study Fine Art, like every other pretentious cunt. Living that grimey kinda art school stained romance of rough red wine, with the hair to match. I made it across the river from South London, I feel this is quite an achievement in itself. I'm constantly craving inspiration, I like variety and uncertainty. I'm strong minded, thoughtful, intelligent, determined and imaginative, searching out those sparks of connection that give you a huge buzz. Pretty blunt [occasionally touching on vulgar] and speak my mind. I thrive off all kinds of creative input: films, books, blogs, music, art, opinion, expression; I live for the massive creative bursts that make me feel invincible. I pretty much geek out about photography non-stop, do a lot of 19th Century techniques, large format, experimental pinhole stuff, making cameras, and processing in household chemicals. Strictly analogue! Been published a few times, and had my work in the Tate Modern. Been doing a bit of work for Ilford lately, which is pretty gnarly! I do a fair bit of political activism, mainly involved with the climate/green and anti-vivisection movements, exploring alturnative ways of living. At some point I became all 3rd Wave Feminist-y too.. Rah rah rah! Daily haunts consist of dusty record stores, crampt comic shops, the bars and dives of Soho, independant cinemas, bumping about town, cycles on the heath, crawling home at dawn, squats and protests, roller skating, long days buried in libaries, hanging on my roof, and generally being out for a good time. � Likes: Screaching, Babbling incoherntly, Camping, Throwing paint around, Making dens, Feeling inspired, Getting an idea and doing nothing else for days, Dreaming for hours and hours on end without being interupted, The smell of darkroom chemicals, The Ramones, My 1982 Raleigh Bomber, Laughing so hard it hurts, Being angsty, Plants, French Vogue, Odd bits of Bakelite bric'a'brac, All that retro vintage-y trash, Glossy art and fashion magazines, Homemade books, Analogue Typography, 20th Century Pop Culture, Being vegan, Roller Derby, Lomography, Polaroid, Rambling conversations, Handwritten letters, Snuggling, Going to the woods, Kicking through piles of leaves, Old horror films, The circus, Toffee apples, Small sea-side towns, Stormy weather, Long journeys, Northern British accents. Cephalopods. Being so god-damn anti-fashion it stings. � Film:I used to pretty much live in the grindhouse, i miss that greatly. Current top flicks are: Cecil B Demented, Ghost World, Late Night Shopping, Ladies and Gentlemen the Fabulous Stains, Son of Rambow, Control, Radio On, True Romance, The Lost Boys, Pan's Labyrinth, 500 Days of Summer, Whip It, High Fidelity, Brighton Rock, The Future is Unwritten, Man on Wire, Withnail & I, Zodiac, Love and Other Catastrophies, Wild at Heart, Susperia. Any splattermanic video nastey. � Dislikes: I rant in angry dyslexic typos enough as it is, but most things that range from the intolerable to simply annoying. Onions, Socks, Dairy Products [eww], Morons, Dickheads, Dull regularity, Paying for Film Processing, Hayfever, Nuclear, and being so Hipster [tear, i genuinely like this things! dix..] � Favorite Music:   Cults of Note:   Homepage: http://flickr.com/photos/armchair_cannibal/
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