SHORT RUBBISHMEN VIDEO FROM LAST YEARS ART CAR BOOT FAIR

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HELLO DEARS
HERE IS A LITTLE VIDEO
I FOUND ON THE WEBBBY
OF THE RUBBISHMEN
AT THE ART CAR BOOTFAIR LAST
YEAR
WE ARE A BIT
DRUNKED ME THINKS
MORE RUBBISHMEN NEWS
WE ARE WORKING
ON OUR NEXT FANZINE
AND LOTS OF NEW STUFFS
WATCH THIS SPACE
AND OUR WEBSITE
KISS KISS
ROBERT XX
www.therubbishmen.com


ROBERT

review of le gun exhibition

here is a review
of the le gun show
i found on a website
its very nice
and here are some
photo from a blog
kiss kiss
robert xx


You presumably already know about the collective of illustrators that is Le Gun, and their superb book/magazine of illustrations, and other artistic goings on. Well, this time they've put on a show.

A queue? A bloody great big queue greets us as we try and enter the show, hidden away on Arnold Circus behind Shoreditch Church, like a lost location in a children's book. Thankfully the queue is only for the bar, and we move through the first room: a place of mirrors, stuffed animal heads (one even with a fag nonchalantly hanging from its mouth), and the bar. Into a completely cardboard thirtieseque drawing room. Yes, thats right everything is cardboard and marker pen. Lightfittings, paintings on the wall, books on the bookshelf. There is even a cardboard piano in the corner. After marvelling at this, we passed through a decidedly Alice In Wonderland-like small door into the next space.

A space consisting of a huge mural running from one side of the room, right round to the other. It starts at an underground station (zone 7, and interzone only, of course) and moving through the sea-side, then sea through north Africa adorned with decidedly interwar scenes of decadence. At the end of this is more conventionally framed illustrations, albeit mostly conventional in frame only.

This really is such a superb conversion of the aesthetic of the already excellent Le Gun into a more 3D exhibition/installation, we fear that we shall be gushing about it in the manner of an excited 6th former for months to come. If you miss it, you'll only read about it in years to come and kick yourself that you didn't go.
londonist.com

By Oliver Gili

LE GUN 'The Family' Exhibition, Rochelle School, Club Row, Arnold Circus, Shoreditch, E2 7ES. Daily 12 till 6pm from Wednesday 27th August till Friday 5th September.
www.legun.co.uk

LONDON CALLING ONLY DAYS TO LE GUN BASH ON 27TH AUGUST

HELLO LORDS AND LADYS OF LONDON TOWN
TIS ALL GO AT THE LE GUN EXBO HQ THINGS ARE
STILL BEING MADE WORK IS BEING MADE MESS IS BEING
MADE ALL HANDS ARE ON DECK.SO IF YOU ARE ABOUT
ON WENSDAY EVENING POP DOWN TO THE EXBO
HERES ALL THE INFO
LE GUN ‘The Family’ Exhibition
LE GUN Issue #4

27 August 2008 - Private View & Launch

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Exhibition venue
Rochelle School, Club Row
Arnold Circus, Shoreditch 
London E2 7ES

Daily 12 till 6pm
27th August till 4th September

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Issue #4 of the narrative art annual LE GUN will be distributed worldwide from September 2008. The launch will coincide with an exhibition and temporary arts club taking place at the Rochelle School in Arnold Circus, Shoreditch titled
LE GUN ‘The Family’

‘Dear patrons, please charge your glasses and drink heartily 
for tomorrow you may die’

In the exhibition, the warped collective imagination of LE GUN presents a dysfunctional family of many generations, including a man with a crab on his head, the leopard walking heiress Marchesa Casati, and the original fat boy actor Joe Cobb. Raised on the the streets of parallel metropolis Legundon, an eccentrically Anglo-Saxon place of loose women, gin and cream cakes, and Francis Bacon’s butchers shop, they are an unusual dynasty. LE GUN’s gigantic black and white ink drawings record the families journey from their home cities murky streets and dens of vice, across a wild unchartered ocean to an outlandish Interzone of mind bending intoxicants and bordellos, and the jungle funeral of unloved street urchin Caliper Boy.

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Private View and Launch Party at the Rochelle School
Wednesday 27 August from 5pm

Extended launch party at Cargo till late.

ITS GOING TO BE A SMASHING NIGHT
I TELL THEE
KISS KISS
ROBERT X
www.legun.co.uk

I HAVE TWO PAINTINGS IN mysteryspot collective SHOW

HELLO LOVES
I HAVE TWO BITS OF ART WORK
IN A SHOW BY THE MYSTERY SPOT COLLECTIVE
THE SHOW IS ON AT INDO IN WHITECHAPPLE
CHECK OUT THE BLOG
AND IF YOUR DOWN IN THAT PART OF TOWN POP IN
BEST WISHES
KISS KISS
ROBERT X
www.mysteryspotcollective.blogspot.com

LE GUN SELLS OUT

hello loves
here is a blog about
how le gun has sold out
just a week to go
till the le gun exbo
lots of things to be
getting on with
bye for now



Le Gun ‘sells out’
But are they cut out for mainstream publishing success?
Published on Thursday, 14 August, 2008 | 2:00 pm
Above: D&AD guest finds someone to take home. (Who is this? let us know!) Photograph: Christine Donnier-Valentin.
There were bizarre scenes at the D&AD Awards this summer, writes Luke Pendrell, as the increasingly ebullient ‘creatives’ conversed, danced and ultimately departed with a variety of two-dimensional characters. Not account managers, but life-size cardboard cut-outs made by Le Gun, the London-based collective of designers and illustrators featured in ‘Garage Band’ in the Summer 2007 issue of Eye (no. 64 vol. 16). Over the past year the Le Gun members have managed to continue their distinctly independent approach while balancing the pressures of economic survival and creative autonomy with a wry sense of humour.


In addition to populating D&AD’s ceremony with hundreds of monochrome figures – an inspired commission from Matt Willey’s Studio8 (see ‘Wanted: self-images’, Eye no. 66) – Le Gun’s illustrators and designers have produced visuals for Madness’s vaudeville-inspired show The Liberty of Norton Folgate at the Hackney Empire and created a series of limited edition T-shirts for fashion label The Duffer of St George.
Perhaps more significantly, the collective has signed a deal with Mark Batty Publisher, which (they hope), will secure the long-term future of their occasional publication, also called Le Gun, with its rolling, seamless (and ad-free) montage of images and texts. The deal will enable future editions of the magazine to be published in its distinctive large format (343 x 245mm). The first three editions, now out of print, are to be republished in a single volume. Their activities are documented regularly on their blog.
Le Gun #4 is to be launched on 27 August with an exhibition and ‘temporary arts club’ entitled ‘LE GUN: The Family’. This promises ‘a rich and slippery harvest of pictures and words’, including work by Andrzej Klimowski, Will Sweeney, Paul Noble, Barry Miles, Sebastian Horsley, Richard Milward, Iain Sinclair and Michael Smith.
Below: two- and three-dimensional party people (who?) at the D&AD Awards, summer 2008. Photograph: Carl Court.

Le Gun no. 4, out August 2008.

VIDEO FOR BABYSHAMBLES FRENCH DOG BLUES

HELLO LOVES

Our good friend David Mullett has just directed this video for Babyshambles new single French Dog Blues. The video is set in the LE GUN Shoe Shop of Curiosities in Hackney. The video stars befezzed shopkeeper Robert Rubbish, and the drawings of the gin swilling French Dog and of Peter Doherty and the band are by Neal Fox, and animated by Ron Winter and his friends in New York.
LAST YEAR THIS VIDEO WAS MADE I LIKE IT IT REMINDS ME OF THE OLD SHOP AND LAST SUMMER
WE DID MEET BABYSHAMBLES THEY CAME TO THE SHOP FOR A PHOTO SHOOT
BUT ALAS PETER WAS BEING KEPT IN A POLICE CELL IN BEATHNAL GREEN
POOR CHAP.THEN WE WENT OUT FOR A CAMDEN DRINK UP WITH THEM
WHICH WAS NICE.
DAVID MULLETT IS NOW LIVING IN THE STATES TRYING TO GET A SUNTAN ON
HIS ASS WHILE WE ARE STILL IN WET AND GREY LONDON.
FOR MORE MULLETT MAGIC CHECK OUT HIS WEBSITE
KISS KISS
ROBERTX
www.mullett.tv/
www.FrenchDogBlues.com
www.myspace.com/french_dog_blues
www.legun.co.uk

LE GUN EXBO AFTERPARTY FLYER FOR THE 27TH OF AUGUST

hello one and all
here is the flyer for the le gun exbo after party
links to all bands and djs below
this should be a cracker
cant wait
hope to see you all there
kiss kiss
robert x


http://www.myspace.com/agaskodoteliverek

http://www.myspace.com/beggarsband

http://www.myspace.com/transsib

http://www.myspace.com/nervousstephen

http://www.myspace.com/subjectmusic

www.cargo-london.com

http://www.legun.co.uk

roBERT RUBBISH MEETS JAMES ENSOR BELGIUM GREATEST PAINTER

MEET JAMES ENSOR 

"I dont do early mornings " I have been heard to say on more than one occassion and this was the second in two days. The day before being a six o'clock in the morning early morning.Today was not so bad it was eight or something like that, the time of day best not experienced unless still up in a jolly spirt and partying from the night past.Orange juice for breakfast, cornflakes, bread rolls and jam. This was living, I was largeing it three stars style in the city of Brusells home of the EU.Today was my second day in the lowlands of europe, Belgium. Across the table from me sat my faithful travel comrade and long suffering friend she was tucking into scrambled egg and meats she opted for apple juice.This trip had been waiting to happen for five years and some.The little things like jobs, time and money had put a stop on it happening until now. After breakfast we gathered togther are maps and personal effects. I emptied the contents of Miss Nina's blue Nike retro bowling bag on to my bed and transfered a number of items from my bag that I brought over for this outing plus a microphone and camcorder.

Then we were off on a ten minute walk across town to central station only stoping once at a tourist infomation centre for young people where Miss Nina did pick up some trendy maps for young people, maps for all Belgium's major cities. It did puzzle me why Oostende didn't seem to be represented with it's own 'down with it' map, maybe it was totally uncool. I thought good, then it will quiet and dead. The sun was out and it was going to be a hot one "I don't like hot weather" I have been heard to say every time it gets to the temperature I deem too hot. Miss Nina filmed my approach to central station and a few token shots standing outside, then we took the train bound for Oostende.
An hour later we pulled into the fair port of Oostende. A few shoots of getting off the train and then we followed the herd of people out on to the hot promenade. "My word what a lot of people" I thought. We walked a bit more, it was sea-side hell, Belgium style. I remarked to Miss Nina with a hint of ironic miff "We have arrived in the Belgium Riviera" a few yards down the promenade I changed my mind, "we are in the costal Belgium." Everywhere you looked there was balcony lined apartment blocks, micro versions of the Costas. On ground level, the Belgians feasted on frites and creatures from the murky seas across the way. Giant sea-gulls attacked the diners. We ventured on towards the casino where the tourist information office was housed. I knew of the casino from a documentry on Marvin Gaye's time he spent in Oostende.I had been watching it on you tube recently, it had been played to me one night many years before, that in the early hours of a post club boozy night. Where upon the Gaye obsessive was giving me a blow by blow account of Marvins life and music I have Clarence Clearwater a Jersey blues man for first turning me on to Oostende. Marvin had come to Oostende to get his life together and get off hard drugs. Living in Oostende would drive most people to hard drugs.

We turned the corner of the promenade, there was some roller disco thing going on with someone dressed in a giant rabbit costume and an emcee giving his all over the euro pop. Finally we got to the tourist office looking at the brochures there where none with any reference to James Ensor (the reson why we had come all the way here). After asking we where given a map and the kind lady behind the desk showed us where his museum was, the modern art museum and his grave. We set off through the back streets of Oostende (it was cooler then the sun trap of the promenade) the buildings we passed en route where modern, bland holiday apartments most of Oostende's fine Victorian splendor was gone. The only old buildings we saw where depleted and in state of decay or waiting to be replaced by new shite.
Ahoy the James Ensor museum was in full view. It was in a row of Victorian houses that had seemed to be in good shape. The museum was closed so we took a bit of flim and made our way across town to the modern art museum to see some of the great mans work. It was getting hotter, I was starting to wilt. The sweat ran down my forehead. My forehead frazzled in the sun. We found the museum and purchased two tickets. I happened to ask the lady on the desk about what ensor work they had, she repiled "There are no Ensor originals in this museum. It then dawned on me that we had come to the wrong museum. Too late now, so we looked around the museum at the wonderful Belgian modern art bought some postcards and where then off out into the burning Belgium sun.

Did i mention twas hot? We made our way across town to the Ensor museum, it was housed on one of the few nice streets in Oostend that had seemed to have kept some of its Victorian splender. The museum had been home to the Ensor family. James' Grandparents had lived there and ran a shop selling seaside gifts, chinese curios and carnival masks. This place had been a big influence on him and the subject matter in his work. We entered the museum. The ground floor was  like it had been when Ensor himself had kept it as a curious installation. There were old shelves that housed many carnival masks and a large wooden and glass cabinet that now housed many books on Ensor. A nice man behind the counter greeted us. We gave him some Euros, he gave us some museum information. We wandered around the groundfloor, there were some strange hybrid skulled lizard or monkey type things in an a glass case, in the corner was a top hat and old coat resting on a hatstand, next to it was a grand cabinet with photos of Ensor in houses he had lived in as well as curious objects.We ascended the stairs to the first floor where there was a wax work of an old fisherman based on one of Ensors paintings. It was very creepy and very life like. Next we entered a red room with lots of glass cabinets and a large bronze bust of Ensor. The cabinet in the centre of the room was home to a cast of Ensor's death mask and one of his old palettes. Harmonia music was piped through the room adding an odd ambience to the whole place. We rose to next level that housed two rooms. They had been decorated in the style the house was in when he lived in it. On the walls hung reproductions of his paintings. The next room was a magnificent affair with blue flocked wallpaper, with a harmonium like the one Ensor used to play with a collection of masks resting on it.The wall the harmonium was against featured a  scaled reproduction of his most famous work 'Christ Entering Brussels' the room also featured an easel and a couple of couches and a dining table with a macabre assembled figure of a woman sitting on it and a moody looking staff member sat on one of the couches, very scary.

After looking at the room for a while we descend down to the shop and bought some postcards.Then it was off to see Ensor's final resting place. We walked to the famous casino and took a tram six stops to a sand dune area near the airport. We searched around and found an old church next to a campsite but there was no sign of a graveyard. I was totally cheesed off. We had already gone to the wrong gallery with no Ensor paintings and now we had come to the wrong church and to top it off did I mention the heat? There was no rest from this cruel sun. The sound of the music from an ice-cream van filled the air so I deciced to buy some refreshments and asked the icecream lady if by chance she knew of the grave of Ensor. She did indeed and gave us directions. Onwards, ever onwards we did go. Down a cycle track, dodged the masses of Oostende's biking OAPs. At last the church made its' self clear to us.  Entering the church-yard I was very excited and ordered my director of photograhy to document this event. I slung the blue Nike bowling bag over my shoulder and set off on a quest to find Ensors grave. 
It didn't take long as there where only a handful of graves in this place. There it was. A three foot high granite monument. By now I was giddy with excitement, sun damage and dehydration. I made my approach down the gravel path stopping at the foot of the tomb, paid my respects with the sign of the cross. I took the bag from my shoulder and took out a plastic skull that I brought as a gift. Placed it on the top of the tomb then took out a note I had written on the tram on an envelope from the modern art museum it read as follows: 
DEAR MR ENSOR 
                                                             HOPE YOU ARE WELL
                                                               I CAME TO OOSTENDE
                                                               TO SEE SOME OF YOUR STUFF
                                                               THERE WAS NONE 
                                                               SO HERES A GRIFT
                                                               KISS KISS
                                                               ROBERT XX


I put the bag over my shoulder and left the the tomb, we then made our way back to Oostende and then onwards to Bruges.
                                                                         LE FIN 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Ensor
THANKS TO NINA FOR EDITING THE TEXT
HOPE ALL IS WELL WITH YOU ALL
IN CYDERSPACE
TILL THE NEXT TIME
KISS KISS
ROBERT XX

IVE JUST BEEN TO BELGIUM TWAS WONDERFULL

HELLO MY LOVES
JUST SPENT THREE DAYS IN BELGIUM
IT HAS BEEN A WISH FOR ME FOR SOME TIME TO VIST THE FINE LOWLANDS OF ERUOPE THAT BEING BELGIUM
SO THIS WEEK I WENT OVER THERE AND CHECKED IT OUT WONDERED AROUND BURSSELLS
BRUGES AND NOT FORGETTING THE SEA SIDE TOWN OF OOSTENDE HOW COULD ANYONE FORGET IT.
SOME PEOPLE LIKE TO SPEND THERE HOILDAYS IN FAR OFF LANDS GIVE ME THREE DAYS IN BELGIUM
THATS FINE WITH ME. BELGIUM HAS BROUGHT THE WORLD SOME GREAT THINGS LIKE CHIPS TIN TIN THE SMURFS BEER AND JAMES ENSOR TO NAME A FEW. AND ON THE SUBJECT OF JAMES ENSOR THAT IS WHY I WENT TO OOSTENDE TO SEE THE JAMES ENSOR MUSEUM WHICH WAS VERY GOOD INDEED ALSO FILMED SOME VIDEO THAT MIGHT MAKE ITS WAY TO BECOMING A LITTLE DITTY ABOUT THE GREAT MAN SO KEEP WATCHING THIS SPACE.BURSSELLS IS A GOOD PLACE WITH LOTS OF CUTE THINGS TO LOOK AT AND EXPLORE.I MUST GO BACK TO THIS FAIR LAND SOON.
WELL BYE FOR NOW
BEST WISHES
ROBERT
KISS KISS