The Yeti Guy (abominable edition) I ordered has arrived this morning.
Along with the green edition of Andrew Bell’s Oh No Sushi, which has just been released. (Though, of course, in the way of these things, my local shop suddenly got the red edition in stock.)
This is the picture I’ve been using as my avatar in various places recently. It was part of an exhibition on modern Chinese art I caught about this time last year in London. Old Persons Home - Sun Yuan and Peng Yu - a series of realistic looking figures of old men, many in uniform scooting around in motorised wheelchairs, bumping into each other along the way.
I’ve been conscious of Arak’s zombie girl has been appearing around Glasgow for over a year now, its always nice to come across a new one, such a striking image.
“These pale, gormless extrusions of the formless will have no copyrights, no branding, no consumer cachet, and no Walter Benjamin “aura”. They will just work, they will function practically. They will function in the same mute, ugly way that a prison shiv will work for some east London hoodlum locked up half his lifetime for knife-crime. You may imagine there’s some vast class chasm between this old-school knife-waving wide-boy and me, a bespectacled, hypermodern Web geek – but let me confide this to you: he’s my landlord.” —The Hyper Surface of This Decade - Bruce Sterling. What Sterling refers to as a new piece of “architecture fiction”.