using offcuts from a music video i directed with tommy nagle, for toploader’s comeback ‘never stop wondering’.
‘I’ve missed you for a long time. i’m sorry’
starring joseph washbourn and kate hollowood
using offcuts from a music video i directed with tommy nagle, for toploader’s comeback ‘never stop wondering’.
‘I’ve missed you for a long time. i’m sorry’
starring joseph washbourn and kate hollowood
the ring, by fake plastic videos (me and riccardo servini)
6 of 10 short pieces
wound, by fake plastic videos (aka me and riccardo servini)
as part of the clown series. this is 5 of 10 short pieces - and probably my favourite so far. watch them all on vimeo here: http://vimeo.com/user8761446/videos
the queen
part of an experimental art series made by fake plastic videos, aka me and riccardo servini (http://icaneatapeachforhours.tumblr.com/) and many other fine collaborators. this is video 2 of 10.
fun at Kinetic Comedy 4.3, on November 18th — the comedy night I started-up with actor/comedian Inel Tomlinson back in April 2010. Here, everybody has a good old’ fashioned singsong, led by the Singing Pictures and the Ivory.
We run 2 shows a month — one large show at the Garage in Highbury & Islington, and a more intimate show at the Library. We mix music with magic with free snacks with the best circuit-standup London has to offer.
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my last music video for Toploader, co-directed with partner-in-crime Tommy Nagle, as part of our Nagle/Wilson experiment.
made by me at work, for the Sutton Life Centre.
the best class ever. Dancing babies.
Put some vinegar on your lemon, and let that be a lesson to your nan, that good ocean lore doesn’t mean you should wear hats wider than your head. The sea is boundless and she swore she once knew a dolphin who cried in her sleep, because the black was an endless lonely place, bigger and deeper than any dirt floors us humans knew, or dreamt of.
A crab sang Disney tunes to the dolphin one night, and her smile overrode the current, and she floated, drifting along the sea bed. By morning the crab was gone, and my nan’s hat had long fallen off her head. The dolphin learnt how to cry, and plays her little tear instrument to anybody who’ll listen. My nan, itching the same patch of skin she’d always itch, looked out the window and told me how the ocean is built out of all our tears. All our tears. None of them are ever lost.