Lloyd Johnson: the modern outfitter

I forgot to mention the totally brilliant opening night at Lloyd Johnson's exhibition at Chelsea Art Space we attended on January 24th. The exhibition runs until until March 3rd, it's free and features some of Nick's and my stuff among all the unbelievably iconic clobber on show.


Nick poses proudly by his boots.




I think I overdid the imbibing a tad, but escaped the country the following day, albeit in a rather fragile state.

Saharan plank-spanking

Last night , I went to Shepherd's Bush Empire to see Tinariwen, a bunch of Touaregs from Mali. They look quite incongrous as they come on in flowing Sons of the Desert robes and headgear and proceed to rock out on their LesPauls and Fenders. The auditorium was packed with a very white and predominantly middle aged audience but by the end they were swaying and clapping and ululating. Good night except for the stench of piss when we took to our seats. We moved to the opposite side of the hall but noticed later on that other people didn't seem bothered by it. Maybe they thought it was all part of the rock'nroll experience...