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Thierry Noir: A Retrospective
Howard Griffin Gallery, 4th April - 5th May 2014
The first man to paint the Berlin Wall open his first ever solo show in London.
"Thirty years after I started to paint, it feels like the right time."
Thierry Noir: A Retrospective
Howard Griffin Gallery, 4th April - 5th May 2014
The first man to paint the Berlin Wall open his first ever solo show in London.
"Thirty years after I started to paint, it feels like the right time."
Thierry Noir: A Retrospective
Howard Griffin Gallery, 4th April - 5th May 2014
The first man to paint the Berlin Wall open his first ever solo show in London.
"Thirty years after I started to paint, it feels like the right time."
Thierry Noir: A Retrospective
Howard Griffin Gallery, 4th April - 5th May 2014
The first man to paint the Berlin Wall open his first ever solo show in London.
"Thirty years after I started to paint, it feels like the right time."
Thierry Noir: A Retrospective
Howard Griffin Gallery, 4th April - 5th May 2014
The first man to paint the Berlin Wall open his first ever solo show in London.
"Thirty years after I started to paint, it feels like the right time."
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Janine Rewell: Bodypainting for Minna Parikka
Janine Rewell: Bodypainting for Minna Parikka
Janine Rewell: Bodypainting for Minna Parikka
Janine Rewell: Bodypainting for Minna Parikka
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Beautiful Shots Of Magnified Butterfly And Moth Wings by Linden Gledhill
Beautiful Shots Of Magnified Butterfly And Moth Wings by Linden Gledhill
Beautiful Shots Of Magnified Butterfly And Moth Wings by Linden Gledhill
Beautiful Shots Of Magnified Butterfly And Moth Wings by Linden Gledhill
Beautiful Shots Of Magnified Butterfly And Moth Wings by Linden Gledhill
Beautiful Shots Of Magnified Butterfly And Moth Wings by Linden Gledhill
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What They Didn’t Teach You In Design School by Phil Cleaver

"When I was a junior at Pentagram in 1977, Alan Fletcher used to walk around his team, and without saying anything help himself to one of his assistant’s cigarettes, in front of them. No one said anything. After a while of this he came to my desk again. As his hand reached down to my cigarettes, I chirped up: ‘Either pay me money so I can buy more fags or f*** off and buy you own.’ A small smile crossed his mouth and ever since then we’ve got on very well together.”
What They Didn’t Teach You In Design School by Phil Cleaver

"When I was a junior at Pentagram in 1977, Alan Fletcher used to walk around his team, and without saying anything help himself to one of his assistant’s cigarettes, in front of them. No one said anything. After a while of this he came to my desk again. As his hand reached down to my cigarettes, I chirped up: ‘Either pay me money so I can buy more fags or f*** off and buy you own.’ A small smile crossed his mouth and ever since then we’ve got on very well together.”
What They Didn’t Teach You In Design School by Phil Cleaver

"When I was a junior at Pentagram in 1977, Alan Fletcher used to walk around his team, and without saying anything help himself to one of his assistant’s cigarettes, in front of them. No one said anything. After a while of this he came to my desk again. As his hand reached down to my cigarettes, I chirped up: ‘Either pay me money so I can buy more fags or f*** off and buy you own.’ A small smile crossed his mouth and ever since then we’ve got on very well together.”
What They Didn’t Teach You In Design School by Phil Cleaver

"When I was a junior at Pentagram in 1977, Alan Fletcher used to walk around his team, and without saying anything help himself to one of his assistant’s cigarettes, in front of them. No one said anything. After a while of this he came to my desk again. As his hand reached down to my cigarettes, I chirped up: ‘Either pay me money so I can buy more fags or f*** off and buy you own.’ A small smile crossed his mouth and ever since then we’ve got on very well together.”
What They Didn’t Teach You In Design School by Phil Cleaver

"When I was a junior at Pentagram in 1977, Alan Fletcher used to walk around his team, and without saying anything help himself to one of his assistant’s cigarettes, in front of them. No one said anything. After a while of this he came to my desk again. As his hand reached down to my cigarettes, I chirped up: ‘Either pay me money so I can buy more fags or f*** off and buy you own.’ A small smile crossed his mouth and ever since then we’ve got on very well together.”