Brother Stevie's Hot Show

Next Thursday GC will be making the pilgrimage east to worship at Brother Stevie's opening at Shoreditch trendhole Jaguar Shoes.

Downstairs will be a special Not Voodoo retrospective.

Come along and say hello. That would freak me out.

Brother Stevie Delivers...

...and GC drops the baby.

Stevie actually delivered these on time for Easter whilst I was off stuffing my greedy face with Welsh Cakes in a caravan. We've had requests for a winner in the Pet Portraiture competition Stevie - I think the judging has been a long, drawn-out process – but at least it has caused Integral to log on to your site every few minutes, which does wonders for the stats, let me tell you.

Sometimes I like to imagine a live action equivalent of blogging, which would involve my standing on a box, wearing a blindfold and shouting and sticking pictures to the railings.

That might sound mad, but what would that make the people who kept coming back to watch?

Brother Stevie's bedroom

A self-portrait of Brother Stevie instructing his wife apparently. They have two children so he definitely knows how to do it. At least the basics.

For complex reasons, involving actual cat-loss, the winner of the pet portrait contest has not yet been announced. You will perhaps find out more, at the dustywolfeagle blog by and by.

Brother Stevie - Back Like Bacon

Read it and weep baby.

Stevie Gee is back from the Bog of Pitch and boy did he have some stuff to get off his chest.

This week is special because Stevie is giving one lucky reader the chance to win his pen and ink illustration, entitled "Why cats are better than dogs" - all you need to do is submit your best pet portrait to dustywolfeagle at hotmail dot com. Steve will post his favourites at his mind-bending Dusty Wolf Eagle Blog. So get sketchin' critters.

It's a real relief to have a contributor back - feels like I've just been carping away in my cave on my own for ages now.

Update 22.09 - I'm finding the title of this post increasingly disturbing with the passing of time.

Friday Mick Jones alert

Brother Stevie has bent space and time to produce this week's illustration because he's also pitching and raising a family (including three semi-feral wolves) - that's what I call commitment, not sloping out of bed at 11.00 in the morning to moan and whinge to a virtual audience of 8 about not having won a meaningless online popularity contest that you didn't even want to win anyway and were disgusted by, as if advertising isn't so totally overwhelmed by bells and baubles anyway so that we even have to have rosettes for advertising blogs - that's not called commitment, that's called Sour Grapes.

The winner, in the end, was flat-bread wearing planner Eoan with his post about Noam Chomsky and I don't know, I stopped reading after that bit. I suspect he must have used some sort of underhand social networking mechanic, or at least an all-agency email. All I can say is, yes, you may have won, and, yes, you may have the 606th most influential ad blog according to AdAge Power150, but AT LEAST I'VE GOT A REASONABLE NUMBER OF CONSONANTS IN MY NAME.

That's not a name, it's the noise you make when you stub your toe.

In fact, although voting has now closed, I see I'm now in the lead by 57 votes to 55. And fuck it, I've never been one to let a democratic result get in the way of my thirst for empty acclamation, so I hereby declare myself this month's "Biggest Nazi in Advertising". Heil me.

In other news, I saw Mick Jones in Rough Trade yesterday - I see Mick Jones so often that it's actually become slightly embarrassing for both me and Mick Jones. I got his autograph the first time I saw him (in the Notting Hill pharmacy), and I winked at him in WHSmiths (also in Notting Hill), so I've more or less run out of plausible fan interactions without actually trying to become his mate. Last night I considered offering him the use of my umbrella in the snow but ended up thinking that would be just too disgusting so instead surruptitiously took this picture of him with my mobile. I didn't want to get much closer than that because these days he looks like a Halloween pumpkin in mid November.


Also, you basically have to work in Rough Trade Shoreditch to successfully rock this gentleman's look:



Anyway, Happy Friday everyone - although basically it's another cheese-eating bath-robe wearing day like any other as far as I'm concerned.

Brother Stevie's Reflections on Manhood

We've had to put Sisters of Inversion on hold for a couple of weeks because Brother Stevie's "employer" is making him do "work" - I ask you? The two fine gentlemen above may also be appearing in an exhibition of his work in a gallery in Shoreditch. He has also turned his hand to decorating furniture for you to buy dear readers. If you'd like to know more about Brother Stevie's visionary genius, may I suggest his mind-bending Wolf Eagle Blog? There's a lot of splendid new stuff on there.

Brother Alex has gone to Brazil for sex tourism holiday. Let's hope that helps with his weary sense of existential emptiness.

Right, I'm meant to be assembling my portfolio, but I keep playing Spore. I may even waste some more time posting about Spore. That will be interesting for you.

UPDATE: If you like comics, then Mother have produced this - which I was annoyed to find stitched into my copy of Time Out last week. The art is brilliant, the writing not so. If you work at Mother and want to engage in some kind of write-off I will fucking have you.

Sisters of Inversion Pt.2

I'm very proud to present the second part of my collaboration with the genius who is Brother Stevie - Sisters of Inversion. Please click to enlarge - the devil is in the details.

You can view the first part here.

I'm having an exciting time at the moment, about which, more later. In the meantime, I suggest you amuse yourself with a visit to Brother Stevie's excellent Dusty Wolf Eagle blog. Or Wal's place where I'm engaging with an ill-advised flame-war with some cunt.

Sisters of Inversion Pt.1

I'm very proud to present, Part One of our very own "Glass and a Half Full Production", Sisters of Inversion. Click to enlarge and enjoy the story.

For more madcap japes from Brother Stevie - visit the Dusty Wolf Eagle Blog. There's a load of excellent new stuff on there and all.

Brother Stevie's Sexual Education

Hey Kids, if you want to learn more about sex, visit Brother Stevie in his weblog cabin. But shhhh, it's just our secret remember.

A conspiracy of Art Directors to make me look shit

Now this is just unfair. You ask some mates to do some "cartoons" for your blog, and instead you get a series of high-quality illustrations that make your writing look like just so much narcissistic dithering. Brother Stevie sends these, you can see more of his mind-bending illustration at his fancy new blog here.

Stevie is the kind of man who draws wolves being eaten by snakes, to relax.

Brother Stevie's Conference Call Breakdown

Brother Stevie sends these. Just because you're on a conference call, doesn't mean you're actually there.

Nice pictures for a Friday.

I'm hoping we can make this a regular feature.