Violet Hustle

Archive for 2010

Violet Hustle at the Kensal Flea

November 26, 2010
Art

Come down and see Violet Hustle at the Kensal Flea this Saturday!

Realm of the Free

Realm of the Free
November 17, 2010
Art

I have great pleasure in being part of Royaume, a beautiful online magazine and blog of Pam; who is on a one woman mission to make the world a better place. I took great delight in designing her magazine, blog and branding, along with my tech guru and partner in crime, Adam Brown.

As well as contributing as a designer, she published an article I’d written on a subject close to my heart for her magazine on page 9; ‘Where are our Firefighters?’.

Sneak Preview- Pier Panties from the Violet Hustle lingerie collection

Sneak Preview- Pier Panties from the Violet Hustle lingerie collection
October 26, 2010
Art

Do you love Brighton’s hauntingly beautiful West Pier? Ever fancied it stamped on your panties?

Bearology Part 1

Bearology Part 1
October 2, 2010
Bearology

My name is Dublin. It’s not my name, but I can’t remember my real one. One morning I woke up with my face nestled in white bear fur and my name and where I had come from had disappeared like a dream you can’t quite remember, or a balloon that you’ve let go of.

Kensal Green Cemetery mugs

Kensal Green Cemetery mugs
September 30, 2010
Art

I recently designed some bone china mugs to raise funds to help start the restoration process of the Anglican Chapel at Kensal Green Cemetery, London.

The Great Gala Darling

The Great Gala Darling
September 11, 2010
Art

“What foul dust floated in the wake of (her) dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, Ch. 1

The Art of Losing

The Art of Losing
September 10, 2010
Fiction

“I want to change my act,” she tells me. My lover is a performer. Her feet grip the leather saddle, round tan toes curling for balance, live skin clutching long dead skin. Her hands come down, calloused fingers splayed like octopus tentacles and the audience is like the noise of a wave breaking on a rock.