On our travels, we stopped in Sarajevo for the night and found ourselves staying in a wonderful treasure chest. The woman who rented us the room (for something like £10 for all of us) opened the door wearing a full maroon, velour tracksuit. She was smoking a long straight and had dark-red hair. Her low, husky voice was undoubtedly a tribute to a lifetime of chain smoking- overall, Bosnia's answer to Dot Cotton. She showed us the room and Anna and I looked at each other in disbelief. Project. Half an hour later she told us she was going out to a local festival with her friends. In a short conversation with much sign language and guide-referring she told us to make ourselves at home. That we did, wearing her clothes and accessories in her kitsch playground of a home. She arrived back and came into the room to give us more sheets just after we had finished putting everything back in its place. Annie, Danni and Anna ran into the shower/loo and hid there giggling whilst I stood there in a skimpy, gold swimsuit pretending we were getting ready to go out. Part of us felt terrible as she was so lovely but the other part thought that if she had known about it, she may well have got involved! This is the (tame part of the) tale we (just) lived to tell...
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
Selma's House
On our travels, we stopped in Sarajevo for the night and found ourselves staying in a wonderful treasure chest. The woman who rented us the room (for something like £10 for all of us) opened the door wearing a full maroon, velour tracksuit. She was smoking a long straight and had dark-red hair. Her low, husky voice was undoubtedly a tribute to a lifetime of chain smoking- overall, Bosnia's answer to Dot Cotton. She showed us the room and Anna and I looked at each other in disbelief. Project. Half an hour later she told us she was going out to a local festival with her friends. In a short conversation with much sign language and guide-referring she told us to make ourselves at home. That we did, wearing her clothes and accessories in her kitsch playground of a home. She arrived back and came into the room to give us more sheets just after we had finished putting everything back in its place. Annie, Danni and Anna ran into the shower/loo and hid there giggling whilst I stood there in a skimpy, gold swimsuit pretending we were getting ready to go out. Part of us felt terrible as she was so lovely but the other part thought that if she had known about it, she may well have got involved! This is the (tame part of the) tale we (just) lived to tell...
Bestival
Wednesday, 12 September 2007
New things







Thursday, 6 September 2007
Oh yeah

YCN Alphabet
Festival Season







Following Big Chill, Anna went to Reggae Sundance in Holland (ok so maybe that is two festivals without working...ahem) and I got promoted to be a manager of one of the bars at Green Man Festival. Lots of working and new things to learn but (muddy) fun too. Joanna Newsom was incredible, even in the pissy rain and I discovered a new band I now love called 'My Brightest Diamond'- check them out on Myspace. Glanusk Park in the Breccon Beacons is probably the most beautiful festival site I have experienced. The festival was small and chilled and a warm-down from the other bigger festivals...
UNTIL We were given BBC press passes for this weekend's Bestival on the Isle of Wight. Just as we thought we could pack away our tents until next year...Now we are going to, what will hopefully be the best festival of the year...and the festival that ends the summer each year. We will be helping to interview and photograph The Cuban Brothers, The Dub Pistols, Rob and Josie Da Bank. This work comes as an unexpected and exciting new project through a couple of friends who we will be working for in the future. They are starting a magazine and we will be Art Directing the front covers and hopefully getting involved in some other creative aspects of its content. It will be launched this winter so watch this space for more info. We are both really excited about being involved in a new project starting up and the fact that we will have a lot of creative freedom. There is also a chance we might do some work on a couple of music videos with an up and coming art director. Ho-hum, lots of possibilities...all very exciting. We will both feel a lot better when our website is re-launched so that we can start promoting ourselves properly again. Until then you can see what we are getting up to on this blog.
Where Have We Been??
...organised, built and promoted our London show with many thanks to the help of our amazing families and friends. It looked amazing, we had a brilliant weekend in East London and quite a few people had interest/got jobs from it. Altogether, a big success(more photos to follow).





Lots of hard work, energy consumption, blood sweat and tears took us right through to the end. I am glad to say we have come out the other side too...
Since then we have...here goes... been travelling... Italy...Slovenia...Croatia...Bosnia...Serbia...Hungary...well that ticks off five new countries on the 'I have been to' list. Along with lots of beautiful beaches and fresh seafood...
...1 incident with cackling, howling jackals, much night swimming, a discovery of sea urchins (I had a lucky escape but ended up being doctor to all), head-banging and getting involved with the face-paint at a HALF YEAR(!?!) Party...
...eating the juiciest peaches and nectarines ever, my first time driving on the other side of the road in a left-hand drive...
...many mosquito bites, lots of good books, a photo shoot at Selma's house in Sarajevo (WATCH THIS SPACE!), a massive history lesson and a trip to our first festival of the summer 'EXIT' in Serbia. Exit was amazing, enduring, overwhelming, music, booze and sun-filled. It was the reunion/celebration Anna and I had been waiting for after finishing uni...




Jack Murray gets first prize for best-dressed at Exit it in the male category...
...or maybe second after Alex Bec in Katie's sequinned top, on his birthday...??!
...but it has to be Anna in the silver Lame leggings in the 45 degree heat that takes the women's prize!
After the endurance test that was Exit, we travelled home via Budapest. We spent one much-needed day at the beautiful Gelert Spa, bath and pools. The same night, Voytek took us to some of the most interesting, inspiring bars and clubs, all hidden away on tiny nothing-looking streets. The unassuming entrances led up the the highest roof gardens or breaking out into massive courtyards full of recycled furniture, collected lamps, pictures, mirrors etc. The language barrier proved particularly testing on our journey to Balaton airport (never do it-pay the extra, trust me!). We awoke to the train inspector waving his finger in my face and then pointing at the tickets exclaiming "no,no,no,no...no". Half-asleep and confused, it took us about 20 minutes and an amateur game of Pictionary (illustrators, what illustrators??!) for us to realise we were on the wrong part of the train...phew panic over and we arrived...home.
Thankfully tanned, we then GRADUATED!! Both with 2-1s. We are very happy with our 2-1s as the marks we lost (or rather the marks we never gained) were replaced with occasionally partying. Anna and I both agree that this is always necessary in order to hold on to a little bit of sanity...
WOW. That was one long post that involved hours of finding/organising and choosing photos...I will re-cap on other things that have been happening recently in my next post...for now I must pack for Bestival (watch this space too!)
(N.B Some Photos borrowed from fellow friends and graduates: Jessica Bonham, Vaughan Ward, Katie Waters and Isobel Evans. Check the links to view their work.)