Lapse in pyramid

Human Pyramids group show timelapse at Ghettogloss from Human Pyramids Artist Collective on Vimeo.

Hovin Wang- mastermind behind Human Pyramids put together a rad timelapse vid-ya of the show's set up which you can see above- proof that I occasionally get off me hole and do some work!

Bishop Brennan

How quickly things can get ourreh hand- what started as an originally themed night of drawing on pub tables (organised by Dublin graph shop All City) ended up in a clerical showcase.
Basically the theme of the night was to go to the pub and draw on the tables- Luke dutifully obliged with cheap marker mash up- yeah!
Here's my effort- sticking to subject matter I know and love- Bray.
Things weren't really up to much and the jubilant mood of my fellow Bray bollix's was dpping- so one google search on the phone and we were then turning our efforts and the posters for the festival into an array of retarded hats.
Serious stuff.
Full costumes weren't long coming.
Bishop Gibbons, of the parish Delgany, here to spread the good word of badly drawn aliens who peak over your shoulder and then catch fire because you left them on the candle.
Our marvellous hat related hi-jinx were proclaimed as heroics and we were subsiquently raised upon the shoulders of the publicans and declared true kings among bishops. "hail the lads from Bray" the crowd proclaimed- and who's blame them, we're deadly. No Bishop Brennan tho.

Scribble

I have this large canvas I always use to lean on if I'm doing smaller paintings and its been getting scribbled on so much it loks like this now.

Howaya Love

I like communicating with Love Eneroth- not due to a particular receptive nature of the Swede, or due to the fact that he looks remarkably like Ed Norton, no, it because I get to use the same colloquialisms as inner city Dublin street traders a.k.a. aul wan's hawking fruit on Moore Street. "Howaya Love, d'y'want any greeepes? Lovedly bananas derrr Love, beuariful Love.." and so it goes.
The guys at WESC have revamped thier website and accordingly have axed me to upload his Stockhom section from the Scrum Tilly Lush, so here ye go Love.

Love Eneroth in Stockholm- The Scrum Tilly Lush from Philip Evans on Vimeo.

We Want Names Video

Below is a video I made for a band called We Want Names. It stars long standing Irish skateboarding muscle man Al Collins, the song, the bulk of the footage, the video, and the star of the show are all have one common thread... they were all made in Bray!
The bulk of Al's footy was shot on a Sony vx1000 that had no viewfinder, a broken exposure meter, malfunctioning shutter speed..well the works, but Al rips week in week out so I couldn't resist pointing the ol' shite cam at him to capture some of the badness. I'm glad that camera is dead now tho, trouble since day one.

http://www.myspace.com/wewantnames

Indian Scummer

With Bray's autumnal sun baked blaze out I've been waiting until sun down to get computer related stuff done- yesterday was no exception as I jumped in Wayne's mobile which took two Bray cretins (Marn dawg & I) to Athlone's new skatepark for the first time- Marn dawg floats a hardy above. yeee haaawr!
The park was not mch to look at in photees, but way radder to skate in the flesh form- lots of interesting lines, nice transitions and mellow ledges.
I even got on me knees to praise the park when Wayne floated by and I incidentally happened to capture his soul.
Anyway, the park was a welcome change to Greystones steep transitions- really fun day, neato gang!
Thanks to Scott Kells for the photos.

Banned in Bray

If a band is from Bray and the members of said band endorse Beamish over Guinness and even provide said beverage at the launch of their EP, well, I believe that ticks all musical boxes to create a great band. The quartet in question are "We Want Names*" and they were launching their debut EP last night out of a skip around the back of Bray's southern cross industrial estate with afters tea and custard creams in the little flower hall. Above is skin thumper Seany Norgrove rising from the dead to distort my perspective on the world. (*pronounced in old school detective style)
Hipsters don't exist in the Braytrix, they'd just wither and die from the smell from the harbour bar jacks. Instead of hipsters we have spas, 4 prime specimems pictures below..

Just incase you missed it first time around- spa central.
High society. That's my big bro mid asphyxiation on the right- he play dem stringed geetars in the band, Col the bassist is lurking over his shoulder- the rest are a roadies moonlighting as groupies.

I had the privilage of making their first music video- will try post it up tomorrow..