Memory Lane.

I was purging through my iPhoto library earlier to make more room for my current projects and I couldn't help but come across a bunch of photos of when me and the guys lived in the infamous 'Studio 65'. Below are some of my favourites that bring back funny memories or events that happened during our 2 year residence there.

Leo in Maz's room, for some reason that day a strange smell was coming from Maz's wall. The mystery was never solved.

The time we quarantined Leo in his room. 

This was after one of the first times we ever did the Jumbo Chicken Challenge at The Montague Arms in New Cross. This place is epic for Sunday Roasts, I couldn't recommend it any higher. I'm pretty sure Maz finished off someone else's plate too, that cheeky rascal.

This was an exhibition Leo, Maz and I held in our garden for one of our projects. It looked brilliant at the end of it after a lot of hard work. I remember Maz got a better mark than me and Leo by 1% even though it was a group project. Clear favouritism.

On the same night 'Dimitri' (aka Mikee Reed) was our performing artist for the eve by playing a saw. Yep.

Myself and Adam chilling on our roof when I was recording timelapses for my 'Consume' project. Lovely little cotch to chill on a summers day.

GOT MA MEAT N BREAD. WHA ELSE A GUY NEED? The night Leo and I made our own burgers. They were amazing.

Leo and Tim Bott chilling on my bed in the summer. Think this was the morning after a party we all went to in New Cross. HAVIN' A GOSS!

Everyone loves my bed. Leo, Maz and Adam. Not sure what was going on here but it sure wasn't the only time we were huddled round a laptop.

Yeah... don't think Leo ever knew about this! (Hi Leo) We nicked one of his descriptive tags from our end of year exhibition and placed it on a toilet. That's how we roll.

Classic Jon smile.

Keir in my room in between takes for the film noir I shot for my third year project.

Tar Tar For Now

Jamie

Birthday present.

Hey guys,


This has been a bit of a 'work in progress' if you will. Let me explain, on the 24th September I went out for some birthday drinks, (my real birthday is 27th September. Hinty hint hint) went to pub, (where I thought my friends kindly bought me 2 pints, little to my knowledge they put a shot of white rum into each of them. Cheers guys! Gah.) then we went to a gig then onto the Electric Ballroom in Camden.
By this point you can imagine I was rather squiffy. Well, my good friend Adam persuaded me to go moshing to this 'rockin' song - I forget which, my own voice sounded 'rockin' at this point. So, I get well into the ol' moshing-a-roo, it was rather fun but then out of nowhere - BAM! As I was turning round in momentum to said moshing, I smacked my foreheard, into this HUGE Irish MAN mouth, but to be more precise, his tooth.
I was left with a bit of a Harry Potter-esque scar on me noggin. Bleeding only a bit. I felt fine, everyone wanted to have a butchers though and make sure I was alright (thanks to Louis and Laila in particular).
It was rather a surreal experience having people looking at your forehead, then shuffling away for the next lot of customers to see. I was like an attraction at the Zoo. But anywho, I documented the healing process as I didn't get stitches (We would of, we went A&E but we waited for 3 hours, when we were the only ones there! Ridiculous.)
So yeah, it's a grand total of 84 days, I took a photo nearly everyday, but you get the jist. 


Enjoy!


Jamie

Comicollab.

Myself and my old buddy old pal Illustrator Adam Grant came up with a collaborated comic when we  were bored in the wee hours of the morning. The rules are as follows: one character each, stick to the one box panel, black and white only and 5 minutes to draw. Here are the results, Adam went first:

Jamie

BAM!

A JamDam BAM! Production.


love

Jamie and Adam