forgotten/lost/miscellaneous

Illustration

Bad Girls of the 50s/All-night Joints & All-night Dames/That Cool Cat From Not That Far Back Wants Hotdogs

The TRUCKS that hi-ball thru the night!

The ALL-NIGHT joints of dames and java!

The rough-tough guys and wide-eyed Dolls who get their kicks from BENZEDRINE!

and saturday night  drinks in bars where all the ladies bad dentistry/dolphin and tribal tattoos adorn tired flesh/dirty flat beers with the best company/but me on the sleazier side of drunk/watching karaoke kings and queens/once upon a time I was falling in love/now I’m only falling apart/as the doors lock and the kerry katona iceland treats come out on paper plates/tandoori chicken bites and soggy goujons/the dirtiest tapas you ever saw disappear with drained pints of stale lager/and we three slip away/a blur of taxi rides through the misty streets/into the a.m./where dark rooms shuffle a sinister cabaret of shemales/fags in drag/and a muted hard-on in my trousers/and I can hear the static noise of drunk in my ears/playground legends just tourists in this grim safari/too drunk to be disgusted or to get my dick sucked in the back room/she says she wants it rough/for me to pull her hair/and call her a dirty slut/but that nausea I can’t shake/like the dirt in my belly I can never throw up hard or deep enough to get out/and breakfast fried plantain with scrambled eggs and peppers/and that cool cat from not that far back/wants hot-dogs

so

we

throw

them

in

the

pan

too

 

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download soundtrack: The Fabulous Chordettes – The Chordettes

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The Deserving World/Guillotines & Firing Squads/A Straight Hit Like Sì-Wŭ-Liù

“Console yourself by remembering that the world doesn’t deserve your affection”

Arthur Schopenhauer

frigid fingers held to the naked light bulb of the lamp for heat/these are frozen days/with prickly heat from space heaters/you run for 40 seconds under the duvet as coins slip through the gaps in the floorboards and the blinds/and for those who sit in large warm houses/with piles of superfluous things/complaining/poor me/like an obese man crying into his ice cream about his weight problem/I want to open his skull with a claw hammer/and their dismal holidays bourgeois versions of package holidays to Greece and Spain/complaining about the service and food/buying tat and crap/disenchanted dinners in tourist haunts/tiny bottles of soap and shampoo never touched/sipping on 3 euro coca-cola from the mini-bar/fenced off from the locals/unaware of who is the animals/and such long noses to look down/and cleaners to tidy their mess/to sweep their floors and polish their shit from porcelain/and wash their sheets/and dust their huge televisions/there is a parallel between the silt and the cream/a species imploding/to rub my arms with gasoline until I gleam/and these are the sentiments of genocide/of bitterness and disenchantment/and I dream of a primitive world

of guillotines

and

firing

squads

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Download soundtrack: 4,5,6 – Kool G Rap

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70s Porn Poster Design/Catholocism/Mr Wankee Man & Me

“I thank God I was raised Catholic, so sex will always be dirty.”

John Waters

and the weekend left me bruised and trampled/paddled by a mistress whose nazi uniform/black strapon and heels/thrashed me on a st andrews cross/and buxom corseted ladies put me in the trampling cage and sat on my face/and put their heels in my mouth/and next to the dance floor a mistress whipped admirers as they lapped at her little pussy through the bars that guarded her/or them/and I thought that whilst that pussy looked good it was maybe riddled with herpes/and my arrogant chin thrust out I drew the line in the sand/and she hit me in the face/and outside the human ashtray/whose burns and ashy grey lips/and sissy boys/where freaks and fingerings/slaps and shuffles/stockings and shoes/breasts constricted in corsets and me drunk/staggering through this/like a half-tranquilised kaiju/riding through the grim carnival like gidrah/stroboscopic lights/and mr wankee man/shuffling dismally/using the least amount of energy and movement possible to slap both thighs with a sore looking penis/in some ketamine disco jiggle/gold lurex leotard/one stocking fallen down/blonde wig and golden mask/but when the mistress prodded my ass with her strappon/I was weary of being thrashed

and

just

wanted

to

get

naked

and

fuck

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Gray Vegetation/The Terran Trade Authority/The Extra Inch I Was Denied

“Soon silence will have passed into legend.  Man has turned his back on silence.  Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation…tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his ego.  His anxiety subsides.  His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray vegetation.”

Jean Arp

and I discovered these books in my childhood new-age  library/attached to the protestant church and dentist in town/showing the death of glamour and gold/where we met and played as scouts/fist fights and wrestling I preferrd to football and marching/I allways loved to climb trees/now I get scared/and piles of tin-tin and asterix/led in bed before you knew how fucked the world was/where the only terror was glue sniffers at the park and gas-heads/pre 90s recession/when the world felt like a static safe place/and homes were for forever/and time just ticked on/and Victorian England was terrifying in books and oliver twist/and sibling fights/lego and star wars toys that were better than the films could ever be/forts and bases/before poverty and plain spaghetti every night/maybe an omelette/think I could have grown an extra inch of cock had I not been starved for protein as a child/and when this happenned obsessed with vietnam and don mccullin/I built VC traps/to protect myself/panji stakes and trip wires/the moment of realsation and terror that the world was unstable and cold/that it was your enemy and set on destroying you

never

leaves

me

like

a

rape

victims

memories

 

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download soundtrack: little johnny from the hospital – company flow

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nothing is true/persian illuminati/in god we trust

“Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.”

Hassan I Sabbah


pulp porn novella covers/hot dogs and rams/fela kuti

and these pulp porno novella covers so obscene in terms of their cover art and titles/had to edit the collection and remove the more sinister titles/and who the fuck whacked off to these?/and who the fuck illustrated the covers?/and the titles; The Gay Trap, Moms Donkey Urge and Mom Loves Hot Dogs/these were the tamer titles that I found/that didn’t include rape, cannibalism or torture/so next time you walk down the street and smile at a stranger/answer the door/or sit next to someone on the bus/look at them real close/they could be hot for the ram, a queer daddy or a pussy puncher.

and the morning spent frozen in this city I missed all weekend in Copenhagen/whose 7-11 stores remind me of america/but too cold for a slushy/hung over in hotel rooms/hotdogs and beer/wandered empty misty streets and docks/bow-tie and braces/blowing in my hands rubbing my numb nose/shearling and fur/on return went straight for caribbean food at Kay-Kays/duvet on the couch/laptop out/grape soda/watched elite force and quay brothers/but tonight i’ll cook thai/lime leaves and fish sauce/shut out the world/have some tom-fappery to interracial amateur housewives and shemales on wide 6

and

warm

these

frozen

mits

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download soundtrack: zombie – fela kuti

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Tetsuo/Japanese Monsters/Dinosauroid

 

Utagawa Kuniyoshi (1797-1861) was one of the last great masters of the Japanese ukiyo-e  style of woodblock prints and painting, and is associated with the Utagawa school.

The range of Kuniyoshi’s preferred subjects included many genres: landscapes, beautiful women, Kabuki actors, cats, and mythical animals. He is known for depictions of the battles of samurai and legendary heroes. His artwork was affected by Western influences in landscape painting and caricature.

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Tetsuo: The Iron Man
1. Megatron (05:04)
2. The Sixth Tooth (06:34)
3. Rana-Porosa Porosa I (05:47)
4. Mausoleum (04:16)
Tetsuo II: Body Hammer
5. Lost (06:39)
6. Dinosauroid (03:16)
7. Rana-Porosa Porosa II (01:57)
8. A Burned Figure (04:05)

Soundtrack:  Chu Ishikawa – Tetsuo: The Iron Man

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On the beach/Figure heads/Origami & Tessellations

moodboards with a beach/shell/tessellation/origami theme, burnt oranges, sepia, monochrome and washed out olive and navy colour palette.

if there is a particular image or images you would like please post me and I will do my best to email it/them to you asap

the layout and design of these pages is copyrighted by NML.Ltd, they have been made  available  for non commercial, non profit use


Louise Brooks/Black & White/The World in 2030AD

“There is no Garbo, there is no Dietrich, there is only Louise Brooks”

Henri Langlois

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Photographs of Louise Brooks, random black & white images and 9 illustrations by E McKnight Kauffer from the book The World in 2030AD.

The world in 2030AD  was published in 1930, the year its author, conservative politician FE Smith (Earl of Birkenhead) died. Kauffer contributed  these 9 illustrations to the book.


Alvin Lustig – New Classics Bookjackets – Set of 36

Book jackets artwork from the design legend Alvin Lustig, for the New Classics series. This is the full series from a the New Classics section of the Alvin Lustig website, to view his incredible ads, identities, periodicals, architecture, interiors and more book jacket artwork click on the link bellow.

Alvin Lustig

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“Lustig’s solution of a book jacket problem was seldom a literary solution. He was no verbalizer; as a matter of fact, writing came hard to him. His method was to read a text and get the feel of the author’s creative drive, then to restate it in his own graphic terms. Naturally these reformulations were most successful when there was an identity of interest, but it was remarkable how far he could go on alien ground.

In discussions of values in art the positiveness of his assertions occasionally suggested egotism; he would submit himself to it fully and with humility.I have heard people speak of the “Lustig style” but no one of them has been able to tell me, in fifty words or five hundred, what it was. Because each time, with each new book, there was a new creation. The only repetitions were those imposed by the physical media.”

by James Laughlin, New Directions – Print Magazine, Oct/Nov 1956


Le Guerre Festive (1680)

Knights and tournaments of 17th century Spain featuring illustrations of horsemen in armor, etched by Giovanni Battista Mansella.

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Video Cover Artwork from the 80s/Stuff Stephanie in the Incinerator

ranging from unintentionally hilarious to creatively inspired, from peculiar to just plain shoddy, the hand drawn artwork and typography from 80s video covers is tangled up in my aesthetic sensibilities and as much a part of me as Milton Glaser, Saul Bass or Eric Gill.

All of the above designers were impressed on me from an early age, but it was at 6 or 7 years old, wandering through the video rental store that I became obsessed with the salacious, sleazy and garish covers and the sexy/violent/forbidden/terrifying/taboo events that were promised inside. I would  run to my father with a big clamshell VHS box in hand, and try and persuade him to rent Nail Gun Massacre or Death Ship, completely at a loss as to why he never wanted to watch such intriguing and sensational movies.

This was before video stores would just carry 20 copies of each of the newest releases and sold fucking haribo and walkers sensations, before they became homogenous, soulless and bland . Every cassette, every beta-max or VHS, was different, and it smelt of old cigarettes in there, and it was a seedy, exciting jungle of forbidden stories. An obese man sat behind the counter, all chip grease and pedo-chic, who wheezed at the effort of raising a B&H up to his sweaty face, and you’d expect to have found him in a run down sex shop, selling second hand wank mags, tie-dyed with spunk and curled at the corners, and marital aids the colour of skin grafts, and novelty condoms, and cock rings and clitoral stimulators that look like a tools to torture women who cant orgasm.

and I would have to stand on tip-toes to reach up and slide off the cases with my finger tips so that I could read the synopsis on the back, drawn in by the covers; all metallic tinted letters, meat cleavers, guns, drop shadow typography, skulls and tits; all painted by hand.

And

I dreamed,

that

one day,

I

would

be

able

to draw

just

like

that

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props go to Critical Condition Online for the images and for creating a virtual VHS shrine

Critical Condition Online


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