le gun space is deep show 12 dec Daniel Blau ltd hoxton square #spaceisdeep

It does not feel, it does not die, space is neither truth nor lie Into the void we have to travel, to find the clue which will unravel Is this the reason deep in our minds Hawkwind, 1972 This exhibition sees the collective imagination of LE GUN venture into new territory as the group’s collaborative artwork moves from black and white into technicolor. LE GUN work together on each drawing they make, creating idiosyncratic imagery which blends a punk, occult, pop and surrealist aesthetic. Established in 2004, LE GUN is a group consisting of five artist illustrators (Bill Bragg, Chris Bianchi, Neal Fox, Robert Rubbish, and Steph von Reiswitz) and two designers (Alex Wright and Matt Appleton) who met at London’s Royal College of Art. As well as being the producers of their cult self-titled magazine, the group are internationally recognised for their enigmatic installations, design projects and art shows. Most recently they built a shamanic ambulance pulled by urban foxes for the exhibition Memory Palace at the Victoria and Albert museum. The particular style they have developed, in which the sum is greater than the parts, is what makes LE GUN’s group aesthetic so distinctive. Their independent graphic art publication provides a common ground for both emerging and established artists, illustrators, writers and poets, and this show also features a group of artists who have regularly featured in its pages, alongside the work of the LE GUN collective. Exhibition opening: Thursday December 12th, 6-8pm

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Shane Magowan seen in the rovers return this xmas on the itv tv thing #shanemacgowan #robertrubbish #roversreturn #xmas #coronationstreet

Shane Magowan seen in the rovers return this xmas on the itv tv thing #shanemacgowan #robertrubbish #roversreturn #xmas #coronationstreet

LE GUN go colour for show in london 12th dec at Daniel Blau ltd hoxton square london

Yesterday le gun artist meet up and spent a few hours working on a group painting in colour.we made a large colour painting and will be trying out new colour work for show on the 12th dec at Daniel Blau ltd hoxton square london watch this space xox

Print of the Colony Room toilet dean street soho lost in time

www.robertrubbish.com Robert Rubbish's depiction of the Colony Room toilet. A sacred room that no longer exists, only in the blurred memories of so many who passed through the club and spent time in its infamous khazi. The Colony Room 1948 to 2008. Also appeared in LE GUN: Issue 5 Archival Giclee print on Aquarelle Rag paper Signed and numbered by the artist Limited edition of 250 A3: 420mm x 297mm — at Dean Street Soho

#happyhalloween

Happy halloween xox

www.robertrubbish.com is now up and running the shop of robert rubbish is here

hello the blogzone i have a new shop please check it out www.robertrubbish.com lots of stuff for sale yummy xox

newstatesman penniless-exiles-soho

The penniless exiles of Soho A farewell to Soho Pam, the local beggar Pamela Jennings. One time, I listened to a tall, silver-haired man holding court in the smoking area of the New Evaristo Club in Soho, London. Challenged by a fellow drinker to explain why this was the greatest place on earth, he rambled on about the area’s much-mythologised history – it had long been the sinkhole of noble misfits from Francis Bacon to Dylan Thomas, all sozzled enough to get along – and claimed that it even had a patron saint. OK, not a saint but a foreign king, who had died a beggar on the streets above us (we were on the lower-ground floor). This king, he said, was buried somewhere close by. How this hard-luck story proved Soho’s greatness was beyond me but it was too late in the evening to split hairs. At the time, I assumed it was just another tall tale to add to all the others that clung to this part of the capital. But a quick look at Peter Ackroyd’s London: a Biography later revealed it was true: the king was from Corsica; his remains were interred in the churchyard of St Anne’s in the mid-18th century. “This penniless exile might almost be considered the true monarch of the area,” Ackroyd wrote. Not so long ago, the sad news spread that another of Soho’s penniless exiles had died: the beggar Pamela Jennings, better known as Soho Pam, a familiar sight to those of us who drink at the Coach and Horses, the French House or any of the other pubs on what was her nightly circuit. Pam was a diminutive, fortysomething woman with closely cropped hair, glasses that framed curious eyes and an uncanny ability to extract a “donation” from even the most hardened Londoner. Like many, I saw her around and considered her a part of the city – if, indeed, I ever considered her at all. To me she was a stranger, at most an occasional but benign presence in the dimmest corner of my eye. Others I spoke to at the Star and Garter, the Coach and at Trisha’s (as regulars call the New Evaristo, after its proprietor) reported a similarly remote relationship but they were full of local lore about money given to her and then returned; about drinks she had bought for hard-up friends; about the “cuddles” she’d give. Those who knew her better celebrated her life in the press and online. Bar Italia posted on its blog: “Goodbye to another proper Soho character”; the artist Robert Rubbish called her the “queen of Soho” and wrote: “She was a very sweet lady and refreshing to see.” Alastair Choat, landlord of the Coach, told the West End Extra: “There’s a lot of hardcore regulars or locals in Soho that started to look out for her, that she would always come to for a little bit of moral support.” With the nearby Crossrail development at Tottenham Court Road Station due to be completed in 2016 and the area’s rental prices ever rising, the Soho of popular imagination is fast being swept away, its characters and all, by TK Maxx, Patisserie Valerie and the like. Ackroyd wrote: “In Soho, every street is a memorial” – but now, it seems, even these memorials are fading from view. The Chinese-American geographer Yi-Fu Tuan once posited, “If we think of space as that which allows movement, then place is pause.” The strange spaces that surround us are transformed by these pauses, these stillnesses we create whenever we invest a piece of ourselves in our haunts. In some small way, they become our homes. Yet this sense of place is brittle; places change, as do their associations. “There is no there there,” wrote Gertrude Stein, recalling a trip she took as an adult to the city of her childhood, Oakland, California, and finding that what intangible connection had made it her own no longer existed. I thought of this as I sat on one of the benches outside the Coach: Soho Pam’s “there” is no longer there. Rest in peace. Yo Zushi's most recent album of songs, "Notes for 'Holy Larceny'", was released by Pointy Records (£9.99). His new song "Careless Love" can be downloaded for free here. Follow him on Twitter at @YoZushi81

SCREENING OF A ONE EYED MAN IN THE KINGDOM OF THE BLIND MAY 1 ST ROUGH TRADE EAST 7PM

Hello the internet on may 1st i will be showing my film a one eyed man in the kingdom of the blind 7 pm if in london please come and see it bye for now xox

Please watch my kickstarter video for my film A ONE EYED MAN IN THE KINGDOM OF THE BLIND

A ONE EYED MAN IN THE KINGDOM OF THE BLIND COMING MAY 1ST 2013

A ONE EYED MAN IN THE KINDOM OF THE BLIND COMING MAY DAY 2013

The Nips - Gabrielle

The Labyrinth Of London from Los Pistolos Films on Vimeo.

Jock Scot - A Certain Beauty

Arson attack on Freedom Press (London anarchist bookshop)

Kill A Tory - Ray Roughler Jones

Cream of the Young by Fat White Family

LES COLEMAN REST IN PEACE

Last week Les coleman passed away i knew him for the last nine years and he was a great man and great artist he will be very much missed rest in peace dear Les xox

PAM OF SOHO REST IN PEACE

It is with great sadness in my heart that i write of the passing of Pam the queen of soho.She was a very sweet lady and refreshing to see most every time i would go to go to soho. Rest in peace pam i will miss you kiss kiss xox

Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al