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This month I am pretty excited about a few things. Firstly the fact that we have been banging on about weddings enough to see a massive resurgence in bridal wear sales. Secondly the fact that Mr Bling has a twitter account. Just like all the ‘real’ celebrities he can be found at www.twitter.com/therealmrbling, I expect him to have as many followers as Paul Daniels or P Diddy in no time!
ISS : 23/ FREE FROM JACK This month I am pretty excited about a few things. Firstly the fact that we have been banging on about weddings enough to see a massive resurgence in bridal wear sales. Secondly the fact that Mr Bling has a twitter account. Just like all the ‘real’ celebrities he can be found at www.twitter.com/therealmrbling, I expect him to have as many followers as Paul Daniels or P Diddy in no time! Thirdly, and this is by no means in any order, I am loving Ellie and Tom. Both of them look the dogs bollocks in a wedding dress and they have brought into the office all forms of specialness. For example, special quotes: Ellie - ‘I love flyering! Well, I don’t but I’ll happily do it for money’ and Tom ‘I’m not the torture Lord’. Also Special knowledge of what life would be like without caffeine and special ways to get lots of men.... well, we’re not too sure what ‘ways’ these are quite yet but we are determined to find out! Finally, it’s only a matter of time (not much time at all) until we have another party, we are missing you all terribly! Its been a VERY long time. Keep an eye on the blog for detials. I think it might be party month. Lu x GUEST CONTRIBUTORS Hayden Kays Artist Jaki Jo Hannan Illustrator/artist Michael Shantz Illustrator/designer ‘I want to spend the rest of my life mocking everywhere, with everyone, one to one, always, forever, now.’ Hayden Hayden is fast taking on the London art scene Jaki does the wonderfully bright, second look provoking images that you can’t help but spot in these pages. She’s hot too. Michael co-owns Alumni clothing in NYC and designs for Drop Dead. We love him. Photograph Megan Bourne // ISSUE 23 . APRIL . 2009 \\ Cover image : Ruffles Photography Who’s Jack Ltd All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in whole or in part with out the permission of This is Jack. The opinions expressed in this magazine are not necessarily the opinions of Who’s Jack. This is Jack Ltd can not be held responsible for any breach of copyright arising from any material supplied ABOUT Who’s Jack is an online and printed magazine that combines music, art, fashion, film, events, pubs, clubs and restaurants, along with a few abstract articles and bits of comment that we feel bare relevance to our current day to day living in this brilliant Capital - London ~ Jack Loves You More ~ FEATURES / REGULARS P5. Harry Does Howling Bells P6. Hayden Kays : self portrait P13. I Need a Hero P17. Missing / Homeless : Mike speaks from the streets P21. Undiscovered London : North West P23. Getting back to the box : a look at British small screen actors, Jamie Bamber, Joseph Mawle, Russell Tovey P31. Nice Day for a White Wedding : fashion for all your bridal needs P43. New Generation : fashion in the face of economic melt down P44. Pick of the Month P48. Feeding Jack : mama’s tortilla P51. Sweet and Chilli : welcome to the arena P53. New Generation : PC Williams P57. Taxidermy : dawn of a new death P58. Diary of Arthur Cadaver P62. Behind the Velvet Rope P64. Americana : fashion P70. Professional Dreamers : film in focus P72. On Time : the latest east wing exhibition P73. Jack Loves : Micheal Shantz P74. Review One Liners P75. Jack Eats : Bavarian beer house P76. Jack Sleeps : Balmoral Hotel P78. Scenestealer : Jack’s month whos-jack.co.uk // 3 Editor/Creative Director : Lu Orcheston-Findlay : email@example.com // Advertising : ads@ whos-jack.co.uk // Features Ed : Faye Heran : firstname.lastname@example.org // Jack Stylists : louise@ whos-jack.co.uk / Arti@whos-jack.co.uk // Pick Of : email@example.com // Comment : Adam Roan Henderson : firstname.lastname@example.org // Photography : Camilla Treharne : www.camillatreharne.co.uk : email@example.com // Stewart Ruffles : Ruffles Photography www.rufflesphotography.com : info@rufflesphotography. com // Alexander Boyd : www.boydalexanderphotography.com : firstname.lastname@example.org Contributing writers : Firgas Esacks // Marco Casdei // Emma Forman // Jonathan Sebire // Ben Olsen // Leila Dante Hartley // James Thompson // Harry Amos //Tom Ayres // Mike Edmonston // Ellie Rose // Catherine Runciman // Leila Dante Hartley // Ben Beaumont // Rob Rowland // George Newell // Illustrations : // Chris Getliffe : www.getliffe.com // Jaki Jo Hannan : www.jakijo.com // B Brennan // Michael Shantz Hair, Make up: Beckie Bakinsanya : Bakinsanya@ hotmail.co.uk // Maria Papadopoulou : mple3@ yahoo.com Models : Daisy // Bobbie Whitten // Firgas Esack // Ellie Rose // Liam // Batman SHIT OF THE MONTH This Shit of the month goes out to the event at Bungalow 8 that one of us got our drink spiked at. You go out for a good time and instead you spend the night in hospital and the next day seeing spiders when you squint. Anyone would think we were working at V**e. The weather goes in Shit of the month too. I don’t like seeing bright sunshine out the window but once you get outside or the wind blows its arctic. We just don’t know what to wear, its a nightmare. Other inclusions here should be lack of caffeine, Jason002 and the person we went to see for an internet talk (2 hours of our lives we would very much like back), last night. ‘Step one to success’ is apparently registering a domain name.......right. Finally our bank for being constantly confused and unhelpful. Harryâ€™s Night of Howling Bells Words: Harry Amos Photos: Stew Ruffles whos-jack.co.uk // 5 words over the page Harry’s Night of Howling Bells There is something about shameless self-promotion that always seems to force a reluctant smile to the lips of even the most impassive observers, there is surely something quite redeeming in that sort of earnest self-confidence? So when Juanita Stein, lead singer of the ambitious Australian quartet Howling Bells bounced on to the stage in Soho’s ‘Punk’ wearing a t-shirt of her own face I found myself frustratingly disarmed… Howling Bells recently released their latest album Radio Wars and the NME decided that, as their last offering was so strong (a 9/10 apparently), the Bells deserve, and will receive, the NME’s full promotional backing. Thus one Saturday night in March selected friends and fans zealous enough to enter the online competition were invited along to attend what turned out to be a surprisingly intense and intimate performance of selected songs from both the band’s old and new albums. I use the word ‘surprising’ for a number of reasons. Firstly, lets be honest, the NME does not normally exude intimacy from its glossy pores. Whenever I give it the once over, I am rather more expectant of reading a gushing encomium on the Ting Tings or having presented to me the minutiae of Noel Fielding’s holiday plans than of gaining an intimate appreciation of an artist’s music. Secondly the whole affair seemed so contrived that before I even turned up I expected a whitewash. The gig was to be broadcast live on ‘NME radio’, a roving cameraman was doing the rounds to catch all the most rawking moments for ‘NME TV’ and the faraway MC for the night was trying to build up an excitement that simply wasn’t in the room. The crowd itself seemed to be made up of an uncomfortable mixture of ‘serious’ Howling Bells fans and the other four fifths were, to use a hackneyed euphemism, ‘mature’. As we were waiting for the band to come on, I saw one gentleman, two rows from the front, reading Java Spider by Geoffrey Archer, presumably waiting for the mosh-pit to really kick off. Really though, who brings a hardback to a gig? When the band got going though, I really was, despite all my cynicism, forced to get excited. The cramped and sweaty environment was well chosen, there must have been less than 200 people in the room, and you really felt that all eyes were glued to the stage. The sound was sharp, the lighting and effects minimal, effective and inclusive. I would be lying if I didn’t admit that the first thing to catch my eye was the sheer attractiveness of the band and the ‘whoop whoop!!’ from the sweaty bald man next to me when Juanita Stein emerged from the back stage. Coincidentally, I’m almost certain that Brendan Picchio on bass is some kind of secret Brad Pitt–Colin Farrell Lovechild. My own theories aside, they definitely looked like rock stars. Above all, though, it was the music that demanded recognition. For anyone who has heard a Howling Bells number, the first things that strike you about their music is its coolness. Derisively, nonchalantly, drawlingly cool. They roared through their opening numbers after a cursory salute to the fans listening to the live feed through the wireless. They lifted and carried the mismatched crowd over themselves and onside and, forced the man in the third row to drop his book in a big way. Above and beyond the aptitude, the confidence, the looks and the professionalism, there was, however, a nagging awkward truth that became increasingly palpable as the band went through its set list. The impression was of a ‘real’ band of vigour and confidence and vitality, subtly holding its punches so as to please those who may not have been comfortable with the eyesclosed intensity of some of their more inaccessible songs. The new material in particular had an uncomfortable formlessness that, while certainly more accessible, seemed to have trouble standing alone. The performance that night was driven by first album offerings, the swaggering Low Happening and the sublimely sexy Blessed Night stealing the show. These songs were full force and served largely to undermine the newer material. Into the Chaos, Golden Web and Digital Hearts prospective singles from the new album all, seemed laboured and stocky in comparison to the fresh-faced power of the older tunes. “We’re off air now so you can go as fucking crazy as you like!” That’s what Juanita Stein said as the thumbs went up to show that the live line to NME radio had been cut. ‘That’s something’, I remember thinking at the time. What was the band holding back that they thought they couldn’t share with the broader public listening over the radio and online? 2009 may well be a fecund year for Howling Bells, their sound is slimmer, it is leaner and it is undoubtedly more accessible. And as I left ‘Punk’ that night, though, there was one conclusion that kept rolling over in my head. ‘Howling Bells’ are still a band of great competency and excitement but where once their name was almost onomatopoeic in its evocation of their rough edged, uncompromising rock n’ roll, it now seems like more of a relic of what has gone before, a high water mark from which the decline is to be measured. www.howlingbells.net www.myspace.com/howlingbells whos-jack.co.uk // 7 The all too familiar conclusion though, was that, as is almost always the way with second albums, where on a debut we feel intimacy and meaning, at the second offer we feel distance and arbitrariness, where a debut is exuberant, the follow up seems conceited and the fresh exciting sounds of newfound success often seem absent or laboured in the cause of consolidation. And that certainly seems to be the case with ‘Radio Wars’. The wonderful and speedy climber of the art Ladder HAYDEN KAYS is the first to grace our pages with a self portrait and stream on consciousness. This is the first of many self portraits and writing you’ll see on these pages as we introduce someone new each month. Hello Hayden. Hi Hayden. How are you? Fucking great! Yourself? Fucking great! But you should have known that really seeing as I’m you and you are me. Oh yeah silly me. Silly you. Silly you. Silly us. I saw you last night coming out the Hawley, but you seemed very drunk and deep in conversation with a beautiful girl, so didn’t want to disturb you. Oh how weird, I was talking about you at the time. Oh I wish you’d said hello - she would of loved to have met you. Nevermind. What you up to tonight? Probably drinking in camden, infact drinking in Camden. You? Yeah same, drinking in Camden. We should met up. No! We can’t. Why? Because I hate you. What? Yeah, I really hate you. Your a cunt. You only think and speak about yourself. You bore the shit out of me. I never want to see you again. Fine. Fine. I really love being able to hate me whos-jack.co.uk // 9 image : Hayden Kays words : Hayden Kays We take new things and we make them cool. Get in touch. RAW MATERIAL email@example.com www.raw-material.co.uk RAW MATERIAL whos-jack.co.uk // 11 words : Faye Heran / image : Ruffles Where have all good men gone and where are all the gods? Whereâ€™s the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isnâ€™t there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need? whos-jack.co.uk // 13 The immortal words of 80’s dad crumpet Bonnie Tyler have not had deeper meaning than they do today. Of course this song is fairly biased towards Bonnie’s sexual frustration, but it also highlights the issue that perhaps in modern day society, there are no heroes anymore and that if you are in a tight spot, you are just well and truly fucked. To be succinct, a hero or heroine is someone who displays overwhelming courage in the face of adversity from a position of weakness. It is also a potential symbol of martyrdom. In the olden days I can picture men giving their lives for very basic things, to save the family cattle or to fight the local dark knight knowing he cannot possibly win. But surely in these modern times, with CCTV and more visible policing on our streets, is there a need for a hero? Its all taken care of for us isn’t it? Well it really isn’t and as population increases synonymously with crime rates there is evidence of heroism taking place all around us. I was browsing a website called PostSecret where people anonymously send in postcards with their innermost thoughts on them and the sites creator then publishes it for all to see. I read one not so long ago that I cannot forget. The picture was of a woman huddled in a corner and just in front you could see an overbearing man’s arm with his hand curled into a fist ready to smack her. Across it she wrote “To the person who made the call, because of you Another example a little closer to home, is my own experience as a child. It was bonfire night and I was staring blankly into the darkness. I could here screaming and shouting behind me but felt it was irrelevant to me. All of a sudden I was thrown to the ground by what can only be described by my nine year old brain as a giant and behind him a huge burning tree fell in the spot I was standing. I bet he got some good sex when he got home that night. Here’s the thing. I think there are hero’s everywhere and we are all hiding till the time is right. After all SURPRISE is the best form of attack and defense and it is possibly your greatest weapon when the time is right. I’d like to think there are good people (does that include me?) who would do what it takes should something truly heinous take place. Just because we don’t see it, it doesn’t mean it’s not happening. whos-jack.co.uk // 15 I am still alive and I will never forget you.” FUCK. Perhaps making a phonecall is not how we’d picture a hero at work but think about it, how many times have you heard a disturbance and done nothing about it. Someone cared enough to intervene in her private life to let her secret abuse out. MISSING. HOMELESS The credit crunch: stop banging on about it. We know, all is lost - everyone will lose their jobs, pensions, family pets. We could all soon face abject poverty, with only a tarpaulin to keep the rain off us as we cradle down in some Waterloo alleyway. After hearing a statistic from the Council of Mortgage Lenders that home repossessions are going to soar to 75,000 this year, I decided to taste homelessness for a week to discover how one could survive in the capital with nothing. It may become a reality for some. Research by homeless charity Crisis tells us 1 in 10 people are struggling to keep up with their rents/mortgage payments. Another charity, Simon Community, said in November that the number sleeping rough in London had nearly doubled in the preceeding six months, blaming this in part on the economic downturn. words : Mike images : Lu Orcheston-Findlay whos-jack.co.uk // 17 My week of homelessness began on a Monday morning, when I handed over my Oyster card, my phone and spare change to Louise, the Who’s Jack editor. I had 5 pairs of socks, toothbrush and paste, spare t-shirt, notebook and pen, a harmonica for busking, a sleeping bag, and the clothes I was wearing. I mulled over what a week is. 168 hours. 21 meals. 35 cups of tea. About 90 hours of darkness at that time of year (beginning of March). And the potential to rain, snow and hail tigers and flippin’ hyenas. “Am I going to freeze, starve and get foot leprosy?” I headed to Booth House – a Salvation Army hostel on Whitechapel Road. I spun a story about losing my job and getting kicked out of my girlfriend’s flat, but the manageress said they were full. She did however say: “Please take a copy of The Pavement - there’s a list of shelters and drop-in centres that could help you.” “The List” in The Pavement told me everything. 14 places dotted around town were listed as offering free food and many others sold it cheaply. There were places to shower, have your eyes tested, get a haircut or free change of clothes, do the laundry. The List goes on. Facilities for the homeless in the capital are actually fantastic. I spent three nights on Leather Lane, off Holborn Circus. I’d met Luciano in the Holy Cross Centre in King’s Cross (a club for recovering addicts, with a TV, pool table, internet, free food and relaxed, social atmosphere). He’d been on and off the streets for seven years and told me over coffee that light, open areas are better to sleep in than dark doorways or alleys – you can see people coming and easily run away. Each night on Leather Lane was comfortable, wrapped in sleeping bag and clothes, lying on cardboard. Another night, though, was nearly sleepless – I made the dumb decision to kip in London Fields. It was chilly and dewy-damp, and a fox tried to piss on me in the night. The easiest night was in Mini’s flat. Mini was a volunteer at the Holy Cross Centre. She’s 56 and has been on the streets for 40 years, most of that time a junkie. She cleaned up and sorted her flat only 18 weeks ago. An amazing woman – generous, determined and strong. She has helped out others on the street with a place to live and said I could stay on for a tenner a week. I originally thought this article would describe a touch-and-go experience, where I was hungry, exhausted, and possibly attacked. But people were incredibly helpful. When I asked the manager of the Gray’s Inn Road Coffee Republic if I could use the toilet he said: “Of course” and as I left: “Have you eaten today?” I said no, but no matter as I’d buy a 50p fry-up in the Whitechapel Mission. He took a bacon and scrambled egg ciabatta out the microwave: “I didn’t wrap it as I thought you’d want to eat it on the go.” My experience on the street was easy, but clearly mine is not the reality. I knew I could finish when I wanted, and I had a life beyond the street. In this sense I wasn’t vulnerable. Luciano had said: “It’s easy to get into drink and drugs when you know you’re stuck on the street for even a couple of weeks. The temptation’s all around and they help you sleep and feel safe.” The boredom and alienation surely encourage inebriation. Also, the endless queues for charity can dent confidence. They can make destiny feel out of your control. Some people are proud, leading them to commit crime for food. Still, I found it reassuring to know that, should you become homeless, it wouldn’t take too long before your life was back on track. whos-jack.co.uk // 19 Outreach workers in the Dellow Centre in Aldgate put me in touch with Emmaus – a scheme where those homeless willing and able to work are given a flat-share and £35 p/w for working full-time on furniture repair. They said the longest a mentally healthy person with no addictions would be on the streets in London for is 21 days. Words/Photos: Ben Olsen Illustrations: Jaki Jo Hannan Undiscovered London: North West Who’s Jack gets under the skin of North-West London’s energetic Kilburn and calmer neighbour, Queen’s Park Described by one resident as home to ‘drunk Irish, young music lovers, people on the rob and moody kids hanging out on street corners,’ Kilburn is a right old barrel of monkeys. Known as ‘Little Eire’ – 13% of the population were originally born in Ireland – a strong link to the area sees Irish papers in newsagents and Gaelic games shown in pubs. One such pub – the North London Tavern – has a reputation for the best Guinness outside of Ireland…and taking a look at some of the hard bastards that frequent the place who would disagree? Down the road in Queen’s Park however, gentrification stripped away any seedy aspects long ago, leaving a glowing, wholesome home for the likes of Jade Jagger, Daniel Craig, Lily Allen and (probably) one of the Geldofs. The area’s reputation for housing young media professionals mean the greatest dangers in this part of town are the armies of oversized baby-buggies or perhaps an undercooked eggs Benedict. LIVE MUSIC THINGS TO DO. . . . North London Tavern 375 Kilburn High Road, NW6 7QB The Westbury 34 Kilburn High Road, NW6 5UA www.westburybar.com The King’s Head 311 Kilburn High Road, NW6 7JR www.thekingsheadbar.com The Good Ship 289 Kilburn High Road, NW6 7JR www.thegoodship.co.uk The Luminaire 311 Kilburn High Road, NW6 7JR www.theluminaire.co.uk The Paradise By Way of Kensal Green 19 Kilburn Lane, W10 4AE www.theparadise.co.uk whos-jack.co.uk // 21 Renowned venue The Luminaire has been a firm fixture on many touring bands’ schedules and rightly so (don’t miss Wildbirds and Peacedrums who play there April 4th) – but it’s just one of a number of music venues in the area, The Good Ship putting on a wide variety of up-andcoming bands and the King’s Head with its Rough Trade jukebox particularly good for pre-gig warm-ups. Down the other end of the road, the likes of Rob da Bank and Norman Jay as regular performers make a trip to The Westbury a guaranteed lively night, while over towards Kensal Rise the Paradise Pub, all baggy faded glamour, turns into a bit of a rave at night. INDEPENDENT CINEMA/THEATRE The Tricycle Cinema, just off Kilburn High Road, is a gem of a venue with a good selection of alternative cinema and regular film seasons. Theatrical stagings of politically significant court cases and a production about the US detention centre at Guantanamo Bay led to some notoriety in the mid-2000s. April will see The Great Game festival starting at the Tricycle with a series of films exploring Afghan culture and history, as well as a three-part theatre production which should continue the tradition of posing awkward social questions. The Tricycle Theatre 269 Kilburn High Road, NW6 7JR. Tel: www.tricycle.co.uk Canal walk From the amazingly atmospheric Kensal Green Cemetery with soaring gothic angels and craggy tombs, take a walk down towards Ladbroke Grove, where you can join the canal path. This takes you on a journey down past Ernö Goldfinger’s Brutalist masterpiece – Trellick Tower – towards Maida Vale and Little Venice towards Paddington. Edgy and gritty rather than scenic and pretty, this walk has a strong urban charm nonetheless. Kensal Green Cemetery Harrow Road, W10 4RA. Tel: 020 8968 4016. www.kensalgreencemetery.com SHOPPING With Chamberlayne Road rich on beautiful vintage and antique interiors stores, it is well worth a visit to snap up some accessories and try on silly hats. For extra-crunchy carrots, Queens Park Farmers’ Market takes place on Sundays at the primary school on Salusbury Road. Meanwhile, a credit-crunch, which some readers may have heard about has led to certain people becoming more thrifty. Kilburn High Street, with its huge selection of charity stores, means you can get more for your money when it comes to paperbacks, clothes and chintzy nick-nacks left by dead people. Queens Park Farmers’ Market Salusbury Road, NW6 6RG. www.lfm.org.uk TOP PLACES TO EAT Samson Miro A small importer of fine wines that offers great charcuterie platters. 75 Chamberlayne Road, NW10 3ND. Tel: 020 8962 0275. www.samsonmiro.com Hugo’s Good for slap-up brekkies and jazz nights on Sunday nights. 21-25 Lonsdale Road, NW6 6RA. Tel. 020 7372 1232. www.jazz7.co.uk Salusbury Food Store Beautiful deli with a fine line in freshly baked pizza slices. 56 Salusbury Road, NW6 6NN. Tel. 020 7328 3287. Regent Sizeable roasts and regal surroundings make a perfect Sunday spot. 5 Regent Street, NW10 5LG. Tel.020 8969 2184. www.theregentkensalgreen.com The Chamberlayne A good pub made great by its meaty steakhouse. 83 Chamberlayne Road, NW10 3ND. Tel. 020 8960 4311. www.thechamberlayne.co.uk GETTING BACK TO THE BOX Sick of nights out and hangovers? Couldn’t possibly stomach another up-and-coming live band in another venue full of sweaty hipsters? Can’t wait for a night when you can give the skinnies a rest and retire to the sofa in a pair of ragged old jogging bottoms? Well, it’s high time we all made a little more time for television in our lives, especially now that such eagerly anticipated new series as Being Human and Red Riding are finally hitting the box (pat on the back for the BBC, who seem to have pulled their finger out at last). This month, Who’s Jack managed to track down and grill not one, not two but three hot British actors on their past and future careers. We also put them in some brilliantly sharp suits made by Social Suicide, a Shoreditch-based tailoring brand aimed at dressing the thinking man. Jamie Bamber has recently made a name for himself by turning heads in his roles on US sci-fi series Battlestar Galactica and the new UK version of Law & Order. Bamber was always into acting throughout school, and indeed his family has definitely got the acting chops, with his mother trained as an actress, and younger sister Anastasia a successful actress in her own right: ‘I’m older than she is, so I became the sort of vanguard of it all.’ When asked whether all of his family were supportive, Bamber says, ‘My mum was very supportive, my dad was a bit more of a realist, but they galvanized behind me in the end.’ whos-jack.co.uk // 23 Jamie Bamber speaks to Tom Ayres The show Bamber is best known for, Battlestar Galactica, has become the critical darling of the sci-fi world, winning a number of Emmy Awards in its five year run. The show recently aired its last episode, but did the ending come about organically? ‘If TV is ever organic, then yes. The creator pulled the trigger first saying, “If you’re not going to pick up the show for 2 years then I will end it in one,” and that’s what he chose to do.’ He continues, ‘I thought I would miss it a hell of a lot and I don’t, just because it had to end, so the ending became a sort of relish on the burger, so once the relish was on, it was right to leave it... not that that metaphor can go any further!’ When asked about the differences between US and UK TV shows, with his experience of both worlds, Bamber says, ‘The potential for a US TV show to earn is huge, but for UK shows is much smaller for some reason. UK TV can be so naval-gazing; we make things in our own image and are reluctant to make something more universal that will sell. US writers push boundaries a lot more, there’s more of a concept.’ He goes on to say, ‘I think British comedy has always been innovative but British drama has tended to rely on a formula, which hopefully Law & Order brings a different pace and discipline to.’ When asked if he hopes Law & Order carries on, Bamber replies, ‘It could be a really good feather in the cap of British TV, so I hope it goes on for many years after I’ve gone. It’s about the format, not the characters.’ whos-jack.co.uk // 25 Bamber’s on-screen relationship with co-star Bradley Walsh seems to be the centre-point for the series, but Bamber insists that isn’t really the case. ‘It’s never about that relationship, and that’s when buddy relationships work best, when they’re doing something else. Instead of spoon-feeding the buddy-ness, the buddy-ness grows out of the job they are doing together.’ The show rarely focuses on the main characters themselves; as Bamber says, ‘We’re just agents, we’re storytellers basically. Joseph Mawle speaks to Ellie Rose From playing the Son of God in BBC drama The Passion, to getting inside the Yorkshire Ripper in the Red Riding Trilogy, Joseph Mawle has found himself in some intense roles of late. They suit him: his exotically slanted green eyes and prominent brow speak a certain seriousness of character, and when Mawle talks, he shapes his words very carefully. This is partly because of his deafness – Mawle suffers from 70% hearing loss – but partly, I think, because he’s a very thoughtful person, and it gives his speech the sense of being very carefully weighted. ‘I think ultimately, with all of them, you start with a blank page,’ he says of his recent spate of varied roles. ‘Every character you come to afresh, and if the writing’s good it will spark off and take shape from there. And if the writing’s not so good, you can go underneath it and do more research!’ ‘It’s set down with a structure which Dominic writes down, and it’s very much to do with the economic climate that we’re in, and the recession,’ he says, ‘and how the recession came about, and the people who are ruling that crisis, and the people that are actually getting rolled over by it.’ He remarks that the topic of Freefall feels especially relevant as the recession has had an impact for everybody in creative industries: ‘It affects the ability to be brave and to go for something that isn’t normal… It’s going to be more about numbers than it is about quality.’ Mawle is reluctant to speak about some of his upcoming projects, saying that he is still ‘mulling over’ them, but he is hoping to be as hectic in the next year as he evidently has been for the last few months. ‘But the luck of the draw is in someone else’s hands really,’ he says, adding pensively, ‘and hopefully, some fish will bite.’ whos-jack.co.uk // 27 Acting has not been Mawle’s only vocation. He’s previously worked as a builder and teaching people with special needs, so perhaps it’s unsurprising that he has such a down-to-earth and pragmatic approach to acting. His career began when he gained a scholarship at the Bristol Old Vic theatre school, from which he graduated in 2002; since then, he’s walked the boards as Shakespeare’s Troilus, appeared in an adaptation of Austen’s Persuasion, and more recently, won roles in Jimmy McGovern’s drama series The Street and several new feature films. What strikes me is that Mawle seems to seek out difficult roles. ‘I love the research part,’ he says, and admits that for his part as Jesus in The Passion he read five or six different versions of the Bible. He chooses his roles by discussing with his agent what will interest him and, more specifically, what will challenge him. He is particularly keen to talk about his part in Dominic Savage’s latest film drama, Freefall, which is improvised throughout. Russell Tovey speaks to Catherine Runciman Actor and part-time gay role model Russell Tovey is best known for his on-stage role as Rudge in the original cast of The History Boys. The History Boys are still close and you might even recognise the loveable cockney charmer Tovey from his part as Budgie in Gavin and Stacey, which he played as a favour to his old friend and fellow History Boy James Cordon. Tovey is currently starring in a series called Being Human, about a Ghost, a Vampire and a Werewolf sharing a flat in Bristol. ‘It’s kinda like Buffy/Cold Feet/This Life. It’s a very drama-based comedy.’ Tovey plays the character of George, a hospital porter that occasionally turns in to a Werewolf; and yes, the transformation does involve him getting his kit off for the camera. ‘You get over it but on the first day it’s weird when you’ve got thirty people looking at your knob.’ Tovey jokes that it was George’s abundance of hair that initially attracted him to the role, although ‘the character is so well-written and crafted that I wanted to play it. Being Human is so different and out there that I wanted to be a part of it.’ Indeed, we are looking forward to exploring more of Tovey’s acting talents, and let’s not forget his other parts (thanks to those nude transforming scenes) in the next episode of Being Human on BBC Three. ‘Acting is the oldest profession apart from prostitution, but I haven’t moved on to that yet. At one point I might try and combine the two.’ Ooh, what a tart! words : Tom Ayres // Ellie Rose // Catherine Runciman images : Lu Orcheston-Findlay whos-jack.co.uk // 29 In fact, Tovey has a penchant for playing oddballs. His most recent on-stage stint in A Miracle at The Royal Court Theatre showed a portrayal of ‘a really horrible and screwed up’ Iraqi soldier who has returned from war. ‘I like playing characters that have lots of depth and sensitivity; they have more to explore.’ Nice day for a white wedding whos-jack.co.uk // 31 whos-jack.co.uk // 33 whos-jack.co.uk // 37 whos-jack.co.uk // 39 photographer : Camilla Treharne Stylist Lu O-f Stylist Assistants : Arti Mahakuperan : Emma Forman Assistant : Ellie Rose Model : Daisy Make Up : Beckie Bakinsanya : Bakinsanya@hotmail.co.uk Venue : Thank you very much to Mike at Tabernacle, Powis Square One Corset : Vintage Heaven : 30.00 Tights : Bebaroque available at www.mytights.com Veil: VV Rouleaux : 95.00 Shoes : faith :55 Two Corset : Vintage Heaven: 20.00 Leggings : stylists own Roller skates : photographers own Pearl headbands : rom a selection at Accessorize : 7.00 Large pearl necklace : Dorothy Perkins : 12.00 Cameo necklace : Freedom/Topshop : 10.00 Green bead necklace : Vintage Heaven Gloves : Cornelia James available at www.corneliajames.com Three Bridal dress: Beyond Retro : 30.00 Tulle skirt: Beyond Retro : 38.00 Gold border tulle skirt: Beyond Retro : 55.00 Tights : Bebaroque available at www.mytights.com Gloves: Beyond Retro : 12.00 Roller skates : photographers own Four Pink jumpsuit : Rokit : 25.00 White heels: Faith : 55.00 Black and white pearl necklace: Rokit : 12.00 Cameo necklace: Freedom/Topshop : 20.00 Gloves:beyond retro:12.00 Pink bead necklace: Vintage Heaven Pearl Earings: Diva/miss Selfridge : 6.00 Shoes : faith :55 Five Dress : Rokit : 150.00 Gloves : Cornelia james available at www.corneliajames.com whos-jack.co.uk // 39 CONFIDENT, BOLD FASHION FLIES IN THE FACE OF THE ECONOMIC MELTDOWN New Gen @ London Fashion Week Each year since 1993 a handpicked selection of young and talented designers are sponsored by the British Fashion Council’s New Gen scheme. They exhibit at the twice-yearly fashion Mecca that is London Fashion Week hosted at the National History Museum. The idea is to give new designers exposure to press, buyers and the public in order to make it big. Past unknowndesigners-turned-big-names include Alexander McQueen, Giles Deacon and more recently, Christopher Kane, now internationally established and one of London’s most prominent designers. It seems in the current economic situation, with even high-end shoppers spending less, new designers need funding more than ever so as not to sacrifice the creativity London harbors. This season saw twenty-four designers receive the New Gen backing, largely provided by Topshop, who directly contribute to the business development of exciting young design talent not only through this but by carrying fusion lines between designers and the home brand. Eight of these presented their work in catwalk shows held at venues all over the city, while the others set up shop at the Fashion Week exhibition in the Natural History Museum tent. It was here that David Saunders of David David caused a stir when Kanye West, who he’s due to collaborate with, turned up at the BFC tent to visit him. His career took off in 2005 when his designs were included in the MAN installation, where he was spotted by US Vogue’s Sarah Mower, one of two New Gen talent scouts. This season, his collection includes bold basics and luxe modern sportswear and tailoring in bright hand painted cubic prints. Hannah Marshall, who at twenty-one is the youngest of this year’s New Gen designers, also has strong links with the music industry. Ipso Facto modeled her A/W collection, a take on the classic LBD, incorporating her signature motif of Braille messages. Testament to the success of the Topshop New Gen sponsorship is Henry Holland. February saw his third show at London Fashion Week, inspired very literally by the Pantone colour spectrum. We witnessed high profile ‘models’ (more suited to the front row of a fashion show) in trousers, skirts, dresses and jackets creating bands of colour. House of Holland has grown greatly since its first New Gen exhibition, with just a little help from celebrity friends. Current projects include Levi’s 501 Jeans by House of Holland and House of Holland for Linda Farrow Project sunglasses. But most inspirational of all, Cooperative Designs were leading the knitwear revival at the New Gen Exhibition. Their sponsorship appears to have instantly spawned results, judging by the heavy flow of people at their stand. The two-strong team, Annalisa Dunn and Dorothee Hagemann, who met on an MA course at Central Saint Martins, also received sponsorship from Vauxhall Fashion Scout. This scheme also provides new and young designers with the opportunity to show off-schedule but still be affiliated with London Fashion Week. A/W 09/10 was influenced by the pair’s muse and friend Amy Gwatkin, whose offbeat ‘grown-up’ occasion dressing inspired the tonguein-cheek sophistication of the collection. Forming twenty-one head to toe knitted looks, Cooperative Designs knit dresses to look like matching skirt and jumper, tops made of scarves and jackets out of pom-poms. This season also sees the use of non-knitted fabrics for the first time; felt and leather is cut and woven to appear as enlarged knitted loops, a playful nod to their signature technique. The duo incorporated flares and exaggerated pointed shoulders and oversized cardigans to create angular forms against the body. Key pieces have to include the striped tube dress, grey skater skirt and oversized cardigan. Blazing the path for innovative fashion, it is quite clear that the next generation of designers have neither been blighted or distracted by the credit crunch. Their collections were filled to the brim with creativity, bold statements, and stand out fashion which is set to inspire our wardrobes this autumn. www.londonfashionweek.co.uk www.vauxhallfashionscout.co.uk www.cooperative-designs.com whos-jack.co.uk // 43 words: Leila Dante Hartley photos: Boyd Alexander Lesbian Vampire Killers Some people haven’t been very nice about Horn and Corden recently but we thought lesbian vampires was wicked. And, much like Alcoholics Anonymous, once you admit to that a lot of people feel they too can nod in agreement. In cinema’s now, don’t go in as a film snob and you will be oh so pleasantly surprised Kid Loves Lies Kids love lies are some kids that are worth a listen. With their new single coming out on the 13th April ‘Count In My Head’, they have been very busy since we last saw them at Shuffle. It seems that since then they have been picked up and played by the likes of Zane Lowe, 6 Music and Huw Stephens. It’s not hard to see why. You can get to the single launch on the 8th April if you’re really keen at the Lexington, however, if you are a bit more into your video than audio then have a look at theirs, made from 3,500 stills it’s a good watch if not a tad fit inducing. www.youtube.com/watch?v=phOBihQUHQo www.myspace.com/kidslovelies Pure Evil Gallery: April Fools April fools, put on by Pure Evil , opens on the 2nd April, the day of the G20 Summit, and runs until the 30th. Pure Evil have bagged themselves a great space just around the corner from the V&A. The group exhibition of 12 artists consists of a range of mediums from painting, wheat-pasting, and collage to drawing and sculpture. Maybe after you have searched for and found the 4 horsemen of the Apocalypse who’ll be out and about that day you can head on over here to save your soul with some culture. Artists include : Pure Evil, Eine, Sten and Lex and Beatrice Brown. 1-5 Exhibition Road, South Kensington, SW7 2HE www.pureevilclothing.com JACKâ€™S PICK OF THE MONTH Lu Orcheston-Findlay Simon Bookish Simon Bookish was introduced to us by the wonderful make up artist Maria Papadopoulou. She said we should have a listen and we did. And we loved him. We now want to pass him onto you His new album Everything/Everything is out now. Next playing 10th April at Vortex www.simonbookish.com From books to notepads, make writing lists that little bit more fun with the colourful array of notepads from Go Stationary. We say bring back note pads along with pencil cases, lunchboxâ€™s and flicking elastic bands at people in your office, or on the street, up to you. Russian Standard Vodka is what we have been tucking into in the Jack office this month. Now, as for someone who normally gets horrific hangovers as anyone reading the blog will have worked out, I can honestly say that if vodka (quality vodka) is drunk straight you will feel ready to take on the world the next morning rather than the bathroom floor. What better standard vodka than a Russian one we ask? whos-jack.co.uk // 45 www.gostationery.net Vera Wang Rock Princess Rock and Roll is never uncool so what cooler than to smell of a rock princess? Vera Wang are personally a great favourite of mine when it comes to perfume labels. And with a bottle so cool it would make Kate want to hide her bottle of pink parfum away in shame who wouldn’t want it on their dressing table, in their bag, constantly in their hand? Ellie is currently rating: Boutique hair salon Hair and Jerome, located on Artillery Passage near Spitalfields Market, describes itself as ‘a place where hairdressing meets French fantasy’. Surprisingly unpretentious and incredibly friendly, the stylists here give your haircut more time and attention than can be particularly cost-effective. www.hairandjerome.co.uk Vango Festival Gear Yes we’ve heard all the headliners coming up this year and we are a bit surprised that Alex Turner will be gracing the stages of Reading and Leeds AGAIN this yeah. Not too sure how excited we are. Still, great weather (fingers crossed), beer and soggy camping will no doubt tempt us enough to put up with some awkward stage presence yet again and a very big ticket shaped hole in our wallets. So, in preparation we give you Vango Festival Gear. With chairs : These little beauties have 450D ripstop polyester and 600Dpolyester body with padded foam. Not too sure what any of that means but it sounds impressive. More to the point they have insulated cup holders as standard all for £25! However when your in the thick of it, its not overly appropriate or enjoyable to be that wanker in the way sitting on his chair. We suggest putting the chair away when the evening comes And tents : The Juno Tepee. Perfect if you are a bit shit at finding your tent once drunk and stumbling around in the dark through fields that ALL LOOK THE SAME. The Juno Tepee is a very stylish two shades of purple along with other colours and designs, is easy peasy to pitch and easy peasy to buy at £50.00 www.vango.co.uk JACK’S PICK OF THE MONTH Chilangos Amazingly good Mexican food in almighty portions so good I am already getting cravings to go back! They also do a mean margarita. and you’ll walk out with change form a tenner. MMmm www.chilango.co.uk Wedding nights! As anyone reading the blog will know and anyone not will see in our fashion pages we are loving weddings. Oh yeah…. Wedding dresses are fun., and it seems that people agree with us as a number of wedding inspired nights have popped up all over the place. Our favourite is White Wedding on the 25th April, with, we hear, a special guest wedding DJ set from DJ Yoda. Get on your white dresses and your morning suits and party away to typical wedding anthem music and cheap champers. Though be warned, some people are not so happy about these events, Father Meldrum, Vicar of St Anne’s Church states: “The institution of marriage provides the best model for relationships and family life. It is a very different thing to necking cheap champagne.” Well, we think that’s going a bit far and being a bit serious Father. We’ll be dressing up in our most meringue inspired dress! For extra inspiration check out fashion pages as mentioned. White Wedding, The Dome, Above the Boston Arms, 178 Junction Road, N19 8pm-2am £6.00 whos-jack.co.uk // 47 Another night to keep an eye on this month is Glamorous and Fabulous Play Games at Below Zero. The first of a weekly residency starts on the 16th April. We have it on good authority that there will be dominos, food and a chance to win tickets into the ice bar at midnight. And the most important piece of info is that it’s free! Below Zero, 33 Heddon street, W1 7.30pm-1am www.belowzero.com Feeding Jack James Thompson ‘Definitely Not Mamas Tortilla’ Now for all of you who were paying attention last time around I mentioned that I was Spirish (half Spanish half Irish). I then went on to give you a recipe for a Mango-Shiitake-Haloumi bake; which I’m sure for all you Afro-Caribbean Samurais holidaying in Paphos was a rare patriotic treat, but this time I’m bringing it back to my roots. So to satisfy the Irish side a big component of this dish is going to be potatoes. Okay I don’t want to feed the stereotype but I have never met a person who doesn’t like potatoes. Mashed, roast, Dauphinoise or chipped; potatoes are the most versatile vegetable in the world; the Black and Decker of the vegetable kingdom. If I had to pick any veg for my country to be associated with I’d pick the magnificent potato. I mean when have you ever seen Jean Claude Van Damme or that urinating toddler endorsing their sprouts? Never, they are too embarrassed. Now that urinating toddler stands around naked all day urinating in public, it takes a lot to embarrass him. To satisfy the Spanish side we will be making Tortilla Española de Patata, Spanish Potato Omelette. I imagine quite a few of you know what it is, but I am aware the title can be confusing. It’s not a tortilla like the flat bread that you get with wraps, and the potato omelette does sound a bit mundane. The Italians have a similar thing that they have frivolously named a Frittata. But fear not, this dish doesn’t need any fancy packaging or an ostentatious title… the proof is in the pudding. whos-jack.co.uk // 47 The idea for this particular recipe came about over last Christmas. My gran or Mama as she likes to be called was over from Spain. Now Mama’s tortilla is the best I’ve ever tasted and I noticed we had a bit of goose fat lying around so I saw an opportunity to impress her. I decided to use new potatoes because that is all we had and red onion because it lends a slight sweetness. Well Mama you see is quite the stubborn traditionalist. She refuses to use a vegetable peeler to peel the spuds because she thinks they’re too modern, so she was positively vibrating at the sight of her grandson performing such sacrilege on a Spanish national dish. An hour later though when she tasted it I could see that she was very impressed but was in no mood to relinquish her crown so she turns to me sternly and says “it’s absolutely delicious but it’s definitely not Mamas tortilla.” So in honour of my gran I name this dish ‘Definitely Not Mamas Tortilla,’ I hope you enjoy it. Feeds 5 INGREDIENTS 15 new potatoes // 2 medium sized red onions // 1 tub of goose fat // 8 eggs // salt and pepper KIT A Good Non Stick Frying Pan - Large // Oven Dish DIRECTIONS • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Leave the skin on the new potatoes and slice into 4’s lengthways Put potatoes in pan – Cover with water – Boil 15 minutes Turn oven on to 200˚C – Empty contents of goose fat tub into Oven dish – Put dish in oven Chop the onions into medium sized dice When potatoes are cooked drain water and place in oven dish with onions Give contents of dish a good stir mixing it well with the goose fat Cook in oven 25 minutes Take mixing bowls add 8 eggs give them a good whisk with a fork – Season well After 25 minutes remove spuds and onions, you can keep the goose fat to use again Place in non stick pan – Turn on medium heat Turn grill on to high Slowly pour almost all the egg over the pan’s contents. Make a circular motion with the pan ensuring that egg reaches all the gaps Cook for 4 minutes adding your reserved egg to plug any holes that form Every so often try to tease the edges away from the pan with a spatula Take pan and give your wrist a little jig and you should feel the bottom coming away After 4 minutes place pan under grill for approx 3 minutes or until top is set Put plate over pan – Flip pan and plate over together to reveal your set tortilla. • Now I know that it won’t come out perfectly every time… I still balls it up every now and again. So if that happens just take a spoon give the contents of the pan a good mix with a few knobs of butter and let the dish become potato and onion scrambled eggs, which incidentally is already another Tapas dish called a ‘Revuelto’ Welcome into the arena: ‘Sweet&Chilli’ Film premieres, VIP bars, fashion show parties, rock & roll weddings, slebs, slobs, mods & models - all part and parcel of running event bars with Sweet&Chilli. But don’t get the wrong idea, its not all air-kissing, red carpets and talentless twats… We had the pleasure of running the bars at the recent premiere for ‘The Spirit’. Inside the party Samuel L Jackson was holding court, Eva Mendes looked ridiculous (but hot) in her nightie & Jimmy Shoes (or Choos), and Scarlett Johansson rendered most men speechless as always. Folk laughed, danced, stared, were stared at and flirted outrageously as the night went on, and the true light of alcohol’s genius shone brightly. Yet where was I to be found, out playing with all the beautiful people sipping on the lovingly prepared Bacardi Mojitos? Being complimented on my staff’s mixology skills, hearing how sharp they looked on the job? No. I’m out back behind the drapes in a wet, cold, and exceedingly unglamorous concrete shell preparing the thousands of said (perfect) Mojitos. I guess the only reason I tell you this is that whenever Allan and I respond to people saying we spend our days on easy street, living the life of riley, hob-nobbing (what?) with big playas and bedding their groupies, they always fail to listen when they hear we worked a 20-hour day and had to unload the van at 6am in the rain! I narrowly avoided being a loaded, stressed, badly dressed banker (thank you Allan), but I would not have trawled the globe, met amazing people and mixed the finest drinks in the strangest places. For everyone at Sweet&Chilli it’s the love of these weird, magnetic, boozy, wonderful funsters who sometimes drink more then they should that makes intoxicology a labour of love. So while we may let you know a little of what and where we get up to each month we will be here to report on what the best the spirits world has to offer and how to turn this extensive selection into some heavy cocktails. Next month, best drinks for your House Party… Rob, Sweet&Chilli www.sweetandchilli.com whos-jack.co.uk // 51 Rob and Allan do cocktails. In fact they do them so well that it’s swiftly become their trade. These boys are rapidly claiming every shit hot party bar in town as their own and we bring them to you to share some insider knowledge when it comes to mixing things up a bit. words: photos: Faye HĂŠran Scott Archibald Patricia C Williams : Fashion Designer She’s bold; she confident, and she certainly brought a smile to Who’s Jack’s face. Tall, bright haired, bouncing with energy, she is a just hatched Menswear and Knitwear designer with aspirations to make her mark on British fashion. At London Fashion Week, this February our team were really inspired by the new generation of designers. In the face of constant recession depression, their work shone out as a positive reinforcement that not only will we overcome, but also that our shores are brimming with great talent. P C Williams is still in university, but already she is working with a range of up and coming designers. Her confidence made us smile. With all our industries struggling it is nice to feel that in fashion creativity and optimism is alive and well. Fresh and willing to ‘hustle’, we chatted to Williams about her work, the industry and what the next generation will hopefully serve up. What inspired you to pursue a career in fashion? I was always going to be a lawyer or do something creative and then by 16 I hated school so I decided I was not going to university, so the creative route was the best path for me. I have always had it in me from when I was young, always cutting clothes out and trying to make new stuff out of it. Always wanting to make new stuff and decorate things that I thought were cool, and make people around me look beautiful. That’s how it started. My mum suggested St Martin’s to me. She said, ‘You should go to university’ but I could not be bothered to read books for another 3 years, so she said, ‘Why don’t you go to art school instead?’ She told me about St Martin’s and I thought ok – and that was the only one I applied for and I got in to. It sounds silly, but it felt like it was ordained, this was the route that I was meant go down, and things just seemed to slot into place from there. I don’t think there are lucky people, I think if you have a talent and it slots in then that’s the course for you. whos-jack.co.uk // 53 Was it easy to go from wanting to do it to actually getting in to it? Do you think you can only succeed in fashion if you are based in the big cities, like London, New York or Paris? I don’t necessarily think the talent is only centred around big cities, but I think the opportunities are in these places. If you make it in a place like, say, Carlisle and make a name for yourself then you look fucking amazing, because there are not that many avenues to showcase your work! However you have still managed to create a buzz, that has travelled way further then your actual locality. However, if you starting out and you’re not really certain about what avenues you want to go down, then yes, succeeding in a cosmopolitan city is far easier, and the most invigorating environment to get inspired in. At what point did you begin to realise you could start making a living out of what you do? From the point I realised I was bored! I had spent £10,000 of student loan, I was doing something I love, but I hate the way I was being taught. I figured, surely if I love what I do then I can do it on my own! A lot of my friends were doing their own thing and some were working together on things and they inspired me to find my feet, and it just grew to what it is today. What makes the best fashion designers stand out? It’s definitely attitude, for me it’s definitely that I don’t want to be ordinary! I want to have left this earth knowing I have left my mark on it. By not being scared to do what I love and want to do. I am passionate about what I do. If you believe in yourself enough you will do really well, if you’re complacent it won’t happen, you have to be hungry. I am hungry to do well! For me it is not necessarily about money, because money makes people’s minds go a bit crazy! But I want to be happy with my work and I am not happy unless I am working and creating constantly. That passion and drive is essential! For some designers their work speaks for its self, but that is only if you’re in a really niche market. But then there are people like me who are doing fashion street wear and it’s a little bit harder to get it out there because it’s seen as being ‘just street wear’. Designers like Kesh and Carrie have gone out and promoted themselves non-stop, and succeeded on their own, you need to be like that in this industry. You need to hustle! You need to make sure people know your name, your style and you need to keep getting it in publications, shoots and videos as much as possible. whos-jack.co.uk // 55 Do you think you need to be able to do other stuff, like be a good self-promoter? How do you think fashion, in particular your area, menswear will far in the current eco- nomic climate? I think menswear is one of the only areas which won’t be affected so much by the recession. That’s because men give a damn about what they wear. Women always have, but now they can buy something which still looks amazing on the high street for £5! As a bloke you cannot buy something that makes you look just as amazing for £5. The cut, the shape and the garment not being disposable - because men like to re-wear their wardrobes on a more regular basis - is important. So men are willing to fork out for that one good piece, which is great! How would you inspire someone to follow a career in fashion? When I left school, my art teacher said to me, ‘If you go out and do “you”, you will do well.’ That’s it! You need to make sure you want it, because a lot of people want to be in the creative industry but they do not know what they want to be. The second you know what you actually want to do, then you just do you, and you do it with as much confidence and enthusiasm as you can! I think the creative industries are flooded with people, but not necessarily talent! Talent is something you can spot easily, so if you have it, be confident and do it! So as a born and bred Londoner, do you feel that you could be championing the next generation of British designers? I don’t think UK fashion gets represented enough, so I hope so! I am following in the footsteps of those before me, like Carrie who has a show at the V&A Museum. Wow! Are you serious? I can’t even fathom that! And then you have girls like Kesh who is doing her thing and has showed both in London and New York. I think we are all driven and 2009 is going to be big! And I would say to any budding fashion designers, now is the time to get off your ass and do something. If you have never worked in the industry before, go and bang on the door of a studio and get started! The next generation of British designers could really do something inspirational. We need to do it and hustle! www.pc-williams.blogspot.com Thanks to: Sketch, 9 Conduit Street, London, W1S 2XG Tel: 020 7659 4500 www.sketch.uk.com . Messing about with dead things sounds a bit gross to me. Be it autopsy, necrophilia or tramps eating road kill I’m generally of the opinion that it’s a sign of sinister mental illness. There is one exception however; the creation of beautiful objects with the ageold skill of taxidermy. As a child growing up in the country I saw many examples in quaint old pubs, and family Christmases in highland hunting lodges exposed me to a plethora of perfectly preserved trophies. They always fascinated me with their glassy stares and artificial poise. How can you deny the artistry of a craft that created our own Who’s Jack celebrity Mr Bling? Moving down to the big city I’d almost forgotten the existence of these morbid mementos until taxidermy’s recent resurgence in popularity. I guess you could take this as a reaction against our throwaway culture, fighting against the transient nature of beauty to keep the majesty of those animals in stasis. Recent high profile fans of taxidermy have included Kate Moss, Sharleen Spiteri, Damien Hirst and Marco Pierre White. Taxidermist to the stars Polly Morgan raises the craft to a beautiful art form and is in high demand. So how does one get involved and catch this wave of popularity before the fashion tide changes? Well two options, find one of the few taxidermy shops still practicing the craft in London, or for the less squeamish there is always the DIY route. For the first option the store to go to in London is the bluntly named ‘Get Stuffed’ in Islington. This mecca of the macabre can supply you with the piece you are looking for from their large stocks, available for purchase or hire if it’s a one-night thing... Alternatively if you have a recently deceased pet or your favourite Aunt has passed away* they profess to be able to mount it in ‘any position’. I can only marvel at the skill that must require. The second option for the braver amongst you is to give the gift of everlasting life to your chosen specimen yourself. This is a complicated process but involves a few basic steps. Your favourite pet hamster or gerbil can be preserved in a jar of ethanol that cuts out the icky bits of gutting, but for larger animals this isn’t sufficient. First you will have to remove the skin with a sharp knife, taking care not to rip it, especially the face. Next step is to make a plaster of paris mould of the skinned carcass. This mould then needs to be filled with fibreglass to make the structure of the body. The skin then needs to be re-applied to the body, the original teeth put back and eyes replaced with marbles. Professional taxidermists would then use clay to create the eyelids and wax to create the nose and mouth. Step back and enjoy your newfound ability to bring the dead to life like a modern day necromancer. * may not be true www.pollymorgan.co.uk/ Get Stuffed, 105 Essex Rd, London, N1 2SL www.thegetstuffed.co.uk whos-jack.co.uk // 57 Pet Cemetery / A New Dawn of the Dead Written by Marco Casadei Illustrated by B Brennan 28th March 2009 whos-jack.co.uk // 55 I slip on Meatwave by Stanley Turrentine and let those sweet blue note grooves help me focus as I grip the mallet tight in near perfect darkness. That fat fucker has no escape as I blocked off all possible exits with gaffer tape. I sit in the dark and listen to the gentle imperfections in the vinyl crackle out of time but in perfect harmony. There is a patter of feet from the left and I trace the sound round the room and into the wardrobe. The drums pick up pace as I hear him slide past the fireplace and next to the wardrobe on the right. I stay still and wait patiently. He heads into the centre of the room and I smash his back with a single blow. I suppress the urge to throw the rodent into my neighbour’s garden and instead scoop the carcass into an empty pint glass and put it just outside my bedroom door as a warning to any other intruders that decide to meander into my bedroom. I lie back and wait for the horns to finish their piece. At last I can relax. The click of the needle leaving the record and settling back on its rest triggers a long, vivid sleep where I rob a bank and my friends rob me. I wake early and pack a few things into my leather shoulder bag including my late friend’s diary, which I have been reading incessantly. I take a swig of Jaeger and wish it was cold. Is it wrong to have a shot in the morning? Only if it’s warm Jagermeister perhaps. I walk out the room and notice that the rodent’s glass tomb is empty. Maybe I didn’t kill him. I guess we’ll meet again. I have a personal mission of vengeance and I think of my friend’s words as I board the train to Crawley and stare outside the window. He left a nightclub at 8am to find an ATM so he could purchase some cocaine. He rarely did drugs, however was having a great night and felt indulgent. He met a taxi driver who told him he knew a good dealer 2 minutes drive round the corner. Being the happy drunk he was he got in the car but knew he’d made a mistake when 45 minutes later he found himself in a grubby house in a strange town. He was too drunk to do anything but at this point he feared for his safety so was going along with it. The guy told him he would need £100 for 5 grams, which he withdrew and purchased from the dealer. He was too naïve to realise he was sniffing crack and when he was passed the pipe he smoked it obediently thinking it was how it was done. He bought 10 more grams from the dealer and goes back to the guy’s house where he is raped. whos-jack.co.uk // 57 It was 3PM when he escaped and collapsed at a local hairdresser’s who called an ambulance for him. The doctors said with the amount of crack in his body he was lucky to be alive, especially since he had never done it before. However the police told him not to report it. I cannot fathom why this would be. I asked my friend what the policeman looked like and he said he didn’t know. I asked him how he knew he was a policeman. “He said he was the police” he muttered in a monotone voice. I didn’t know what to say. I dip my fingers in my bag and finger the handle of the mallet. A rat is a rat is a rat. I leave the station and walk through the town, up the garden path of the address my friend gave me. I didn’t pause; I just kicked the door and made my way up the stairs. Crack heads are too easy. The guy is in a shell of a room, sparsely decorated sitting with his back to me with 2 step blaring from his headphones and his feet up looking though the window at the garden. Fucking 2 step. I move quickly and smash each earphone into his ears with my hands. He screams with pain as I take the bloody mallet out of my bag, pull his head back and smash him in the throat. While gasping for air, gurgling like a blocked drain, I slip round his front. He tries to kick me but loses balance and falls off the chair, knocking his head against the bed frame. I take the opportunity to smash his right knee and then the left. The guy’s pipe was on the bedside table and I smash it for good measure. He lays with his head under the bed whimpering. I say nothing and leave. If he has an ounce of sense he’ll know karma just paid him a visit. I walk back to the station and am back in the square mile within the hour. I fancy making a full English and head to the supermarket to get me some bacon, eggs, sausages and beans. I‘m pretty sure I got mushrooms and toast indoors. Behind the velvet rope words : Anon // image Lux Number of Parties: 20. (Trying to keep it to one a night as I’m running the London Marathon this month) Most Interesting Parties: British Book Awards (sponsored by Galaxy Chocolate). Proctor and Gamble Beauty Awards (for the beauty products in the goody bag), Desdemona Plays Pop (fab music and equally great goody bags). Regular readers of this column – I hope there are lots of you, darlings – will know one of the reasons I became a professional party girl was for the Champagne and pink cocktails. But one sad thing I noticed as soon I stepped behind the velvet rope was drinks waiters have a complete personality malfunction when they man the bar in the VIP area. Ok, the service is never amazing when you are stood in line in the regular area of clubs like Movida or Whisky Mist, but it’s even worse once you are let into their little (and they are tiny) secret rooms. Fortunately I have developed a coping mechanism over the years and since I am feeling in a happy mood this month after I got sent some amazing new pink party shoes from Red or Dead, I’m going to fill you in on some ways to get what you want – quickly. If you’re not as lucky as me to be behind the velvet rope, the same tactics will work wherever you are being fabulous. Problem number one with VIP bars is there is never enough staff behind them. One night at Café De Paris, there were two waiters and more than 20 thirsty people gasping for drinks. Another time, I saw three people behind the most exclusive bar in Amika nightclub. I thought my luck was in, but the first person I asked to serve me said they were not trained to make drinks and were only authorized to clean glasses. I took a deep breath and asked his colleague – who was serving ice. By the time I eventually got my Perrier Jouet, I downed it in one in frustration. Next time I went back to Amika, I didn’t even bother asking for service. I almost climbed onto the bar as if I was on the way to pouring it myself and saw that an ‘authorised’ person noticed me very quickly. There’s no time for politeness. I’m not ashamed to take physical action to get a beverage. Another irritating thing is VIP bar staff tend to be super smug. Recently, I went to a London Fashion Week party in Raffles nightclub and tried to get a glass of Champagne. Some notso-charming flunky barked at me: “That’s not free! You have to have spirits or beer.” When I or waitress a twenty each time she serves you and you’ll get more attention than the Queen. But the best tip I can give you when it comes to drinking behind the velvet rope is to leave when you aren’t feeling respected. Princesses like me deserve yummy free canapés with their drinks like the wasabi peas and savoury biscuits served at the Westbury Hotel on Bond Street. I want exotic cocktails, preferably pink ones, served by award winning bartenders at places like Fifty in St James and The Hoxton Pony on Curtain Road. And I demand to sit down to sip my drink in a pleasant environment without paying a fortune for a minimum spend, hence why I love Shoreditch’s Loungelover and the area’s newly opened, quirkily decorated Callooh Callay. I hang out in the best places with the best people – find out more next month. So what did I achieve? Glasses of Champagne: 20- ish. (An average of two a night for the first two weeks and none as it got closer to London Marathon time) Chocolate: Galaxy in the British Book Awards goody bag, yummy choc cupcakes at a VIP shopping experience in Shoreditch’s trendy Paper Dress boutique, brownies on the roof of Cordy House. (Need energy for the marathon) Pink Things: Care Bear clock in the Desdemona Plays Pop goody bag. Strawberry Chupa Chup lollipop in the loos of Molton House nightclub. Dresses: Borrowed full length frocks from Julia Clancey – Paris Hilton’s fave designer. Stood out in floor length zebra print Jovani dress at the Royal Television Awards Men: Welsh TV presenter Steve Jones charmed me at the TV awards bash. I know he’s a womanizer but he’s FIT and single (until I close the deal). whos-jack.co.uk // 63 explained I would pay for my bubbles because I would rather drink Pete Doherty’s urine than beer and it was too early in the evening for hard liquor, he grunted: “Why you being so difficult?” I’m sorry, but what happened to the phrase ‘The Customer Is Always Right’? The only way to deal with that is to tell tales. I asked to speak to his manager and got some free fizz. Ha! Ha! Ha! I also get irritated when anything to do with money becomes super complicated once you get behind the velvet rope. Thankfully, I almost always get my drinks for free but what I hate more than anything else in the world is when there is a free bar and a time limit on it. As I saw at the NME awards after party in Dex Hotel recently, they always tell you the free bar has stopped after you’ve ordered. And when they have the nerve to do that, the morons present you with a receipt on a silver tray and the receipt has service charge on it. As if! Remember service charge is optional. And also remember there are ways and means to get free drinks that last all night. Either by flirting with someone rich. Or by standing at the bar until you hear someone saying they have a tab and pretending you’re with them. And what I hate most of all is table service. I’ve never done it myself, but people I’ve been with have handed over their credit card details and promised to spend a minimum amount of £ 500 or more to get a seat. I re-evaluated the state of the human race when I heard an Arab prince paid £ 10,000 for the table next to Lindsay Lohan at Dolce nightclub. And we may be in the midst of a credit crunch, but some banker recently paid £5000 for a table near the Pussycat Dolls in Mahiki bar. Did the banker drink £5000 worth of booze? I doubt it, because I’ve noticed you can rarely find the waitress after the first order. The pretty blonde in the low cut dress may have taken your first order and only spilled it a tiny bit when she returned half an hour later, but don’t expect to find her again very easily. Sadly, if you want attention you have to pay with it so tell whoever is picking up the tab to slip the bar girl Americana Photography : Ruffles Stylists : Lu O-F / Arti Mahakuperan Make Up : Maria Papadopoulou : firstname.lastname@example.org Model Bobbie Whitten from BMA models This Page T-shirt - Ucla Red cowboy childs shirt 15.00 Beyond Retro Page 2 Trucker hat - Franklin Body : 15.00 Beyond Retro Braces : American Apparel Bottoms from Lux at Urban Outfitters whos-jack.co.uk // 65 whos-jack.co.uk // 67 whos-jack.co.uk // 69 In 2005 BBC aired an interview with director Werner Herzog talking about this latest film. Set against the backdrop of the hills of Hollywood it was suddenly interrupted when the director was shot in the stomach with an air rifle. After a short period of confusion they restarted the interview, ‘It’s not significant’ he says ‘It’s not an everyday thing, but it doesn’t surprise me to get shot at’. Born in 1942, Werner grew up in a remote village in post-war Germany after his parents fled the destruction of Munich. His interest in film came at an early age, and he released his first short film Herakles (1962) when he was just 19 years old. A prolific career has followed, directing over fifty films and four operas, yet he has kept away from the monetary draw of Hollywood, preferring the freedom of smaller budgets. However following the success of his critically acclaimed 2005 documentary Grizzly Man, Hollywood started to take note of Werner’s impressive work and his first major release came in 2007 with the PROFESSIONAL DREAMERS Film In Focus: Encounters At The End Of The World (Discovery Films) Released: 24 April 2009 Vietnam war biopic Rescue Dawn starring Christian Bale. It is clear in all of his work, though the budgets and subjects of his films are wide ranging, there are distinctive traits underpinning them all. They often focus on socially rejected characters, include local people and are presented with a strong authorial role of Herzog himself. In his latest documentary Encounters At The End Of The World, he stages these themes against the stark backdrop of Antarctica, a place that has rarely been put on celluloid, except for in March of the Penguins. However, rather than simply being another nature documentary about ‘fluffy’ penguins, the feature follows the humans who inhabit this strange, alien world. From particle physicists, tweed-wearing volcanologists to a linguist (in the only documentary may be taking, and this is no exception. He purposefully seeks out the oddball scientists and cajoles them into dubious admissions about their work. Fly-on-the-wall it is not. But this is a part of what makes his work unique and fascinating. He could easily be the subject of his own films (in fact he has been the subject of several documentaries, including Werner Herzog Eats His Shoe (1980), the story being self explanatory). If you accept the nature of his films is to step outside the comfort zone of Hollywood, and do not expect March of the Penguins then youâ€™re in for a treat. www.encountersfilm.co.uk words/layout Ben Beaumont whos-jack.co.uk // 71 country without an official language), it seems that sliding down the sides of the planet to Antarctica is a form of pilgrimage for the stranger folk in this world. Along with these anthropological tales, the film (as it could never avoid doing) covers the magical natural environment of the continent. There are scenes of staggering calm and beauty, devoid of commentary, allowed to act themselves out. Incredible scenes of the under-ice diving are complimented with the soundtrack of seals, which possess spacey, synthesised voices that are more akin to Pink Floyd than a furry mammal. Tempering these meditative scenes are comic tales of the penguins who, besides being fluffy, engage in a range of sordid activities and also occasionally appear to be suicidal. Herzog, as a director, has never been afraid to influence the direction a Exhibition: EAST WING 8 : ON TIME The exhibition grandly calls itself ‘On Time’, but walking around the contemporary collection at the Courtauld Institute of Art, it’s easy to forget this abstract theme which underlies the show. Whether or not the works particularly relate to the issue of time is debatable. In any case, there is much to commend about this student-curated show, which features a highly impressive collection of works. There are big-name artist like Anthony Gormley and Mark Wallinger, but the best works come from the lesser know artists. Daniel Meadows’ Free Photographic Omnibus, a series of double portraits of individuals taken 26 years apart, is a potent work about ageing. A sculpture by Amelia Whitelaw, in which a large quantity of dough is dropped through nets down a large stairwell, shows how the curators have creatively chosen work to exploit the possibilities of the space. The expertly presented exhibition is accompanied by a slickly designed catalogue and text cards, which provide intelligent insights into the works. Additionally, an extensive programme of talks and lectures offer a closer understanding of the show. The Courtauld has produced some of the Britain’s leading curators, (Nicholas Serota at the Tate for instance) which make you wonder, could these be the curators of the future? Last weekend of each month in the East wing of Somerset house until end of July www.eastwing8.co.uk www.courtauld.ac.uk image: Daniel Meadows Words: George Newell Photos: Courtesy of The Courtauld Institute of Art JackLoves MICHAEL SHANTZ whos-jack.co.uk // 73 Michael Shantz is an amazing illustrator we came accross. He resides in Canada but what with the internet making things so god damn easy these days we thought it definitely worth passing on his myspace to any of you guys that want some illustrations done. Big Love. www.myspace.com/shantz n rma a Fo Emm JACK’S KINDA MUSIC We aren’t overly keen on reviews at Jack as those more discerning readers may have worked out already. We figure if something is shit you just want to avoid it and if something’s meant to be good you want to have a listen to it. Simple. No big words, no patronising new concept music genres. Just wether its shit or shit hot. Now you can spend less time reading about tracks and more time listening to them. Below is the little code we have devised to help point you in the right direction Send your music to Emma at Emma Boom, 87-95 Curtain Road, EC2A 3AA BIN Ipso Facto – Six And Three Quarters Somebody teach them some musical manners, please – never going to make it. www.myspace.com/ipsofactomyspace BURN Black Cherry – Radio Alright www.myspace.com/blackcherry BOOM La Roux – Quicksand Turns you lezza for her... she is sensational. www.myspace.com/larouxuk JACK EATS Bavarian Beer House Ellie Rose The Bavarian Beerhouse brands itself as the UK’s only authentic Bavarian restaurant, making it a home away from home for many of its all-German staff. Smiling waitresses garbed in traditional Bavarian dirndls serve a hearty menu of schnitzel, pork roast, and every wurst you can possibly imagine, whilst German import beers flow freely from the restaurant’s long and bountiful bar. The dining room is filled with long benches and communal seating designed for sociable dining. When I arrive on a Tuesday lunchtime, it’s relatively quiet, but I’m told that at weekends and during seasonal festivals such as Oktoberfest, live Oompah bands playing traditional Bavarian music draw in crowds of hundreds. Chef Jorg Ebermann agrees that the dirndls, Oompah music and a profligacy of sausages represent ‘a little bit of a cliché,’ but stresses that the restaurant is 100% authentic. The beers and meats are all imported from Germany, and as such, the Beerhouse ‘feels like home away from home to me.’ I’m also curious about the German enthusiasm for beer. In the same way as the French are known for fastidious wine selections, Germans really do have different beers to go with different meals. I ask Jorg if there is a kind of beer to go with breakfast. ‘Not yet,’ he laughs. whos-jack.co.uk // 75 When my lunch buddy and I share a bowl of weisswurst, we use the handily provided instructions on how to peel off the skins. It’s an unusual ritual, but once these pale and interesting sausages are uncased, they prove to be a sumptuous and soft treat of full-flavoured yet light sausage meat. I accompany my meal with a Paulaner Weissbier, which is a little like the common white beers Hoegaarden and Kronenbourg Blanc, but much richer, with a smooth, creamy finish. Other highlights of the menu include the Munich pork roast, which mixes familiar tender meat textures with soft dumplings and red cabbage. I can’t help but notice cuckoo clocks on the wall, and wonder if the Bavarian Beerhouse, though wonderfully good fun, plays into a German stereotype. JACK SLEEPS Balmoral Hotel If the thought of flinging on tartan and hopping on an Easyjet flight (for the bargain price of 31quid) fills you with a highland high and makes you think ‘romantic’ rather than ‘get away!’ then we urge you to indulge in this historic hiding hole of a hotel. Set right on Princes St (the equivalent of say, Regent St) this place looks like a craggy castle from the outside and - well, let’s just say, once you walk through the entrance hall with a fireplace larger than my actual flat, some concierge-types in tailcoats and lots of grand chandeliers swinging about you might wish you’d left your Ugg boots and trucker cap at home. However, suffice (and somewhat generalising) to say, everyone in Scotland is cheery and welcoming; even down to handwritten notes and fruitbowls in each of the 400-odd Asda-sized bedrooms. The Balmoral Hotel also has a spa attached to it; complete with a pool and sauna, Elemis scented candles and oversized robes you want to half-inch but even folded up would be well in excess of your one-holdall-only baggage allowance. It also has a cocktail bar with possibly the coolest thing we’ve seen this year: a menu of cocktails! Four courses of booze, served as a starter, a main, a dessert and aperitif. All for just 19 Scottish pounds! Truly genius! Another great deal is their high tea: proper ‘take Granny for sandwiches with the crusts cut off’ high tea, but with the option of switching the teapot for a glass of fizz and plates of petit fours that make you feel like an extremely decadent Alice in Wonderland. Don’t get me wrong; the Balmoral is a posh hotel and mostly frequented by the mid-Lothian middle aged, but we at WJ think it rocks. It’s classy and cliche-free; no shortbread, no ‘wee drams’ and certainly no deep fried mars bars. We are pretty sure all the men we met had pants on (and they were possibly Prada). To book: www.thebalmoralhotel.com whos-jack.co.uk // 77 scene stealer...sssshhhh whos-jack.co.uk // 79 A month in and around the Jack office this Scenestealer. Including Superman, our two interns Tom and Ellie, Mr Bling, The Banksy 1p raffle, our missing boy, two fashion shoots, co co, street signs, the lovely Ashliegh, the Hawley Arms and the roof www.whos-jack.co.uk