Meet KAZLAND. The U.K.'s answer to the ghosts of the underground Brooklyn art scene, back when it was all grit and spit and bloody lips. Born and bred in Fleet, Hampshire, he's shown work at The Keystone, The Hart Centre, The West End Centre and
Farnham Art. When he's not arting, you might catch him shredding on stage for FOE (probably wearing leopard print). Kaz let me ask him 13 questions... Describe your style in three words.
PRIMAL. CHILDISH. NARRATIVE.
What’s your process like?
I have to have lots of things to work off, like movies, music, books
etc. And I work and re-work until it looks like something I’ve had in my
head at one time or another. If that makes sense.
What and where would your dream exhibit be?
Either that old subway station from the teenage mutant ninja turtles
movies, a huge wooden room built sneakily somewhere.. or Carnegie Hall.
Who's your favorite contemporary artist at the moment?
Harmony Korine (if he counts). I find myself constantly inspired by his films.
Whose art do you want burn?
Either Damien Hurst or Claire Fontaine’s.
What’s your favorite article of clothing?
I flicker between lots. Currently it’s a short sleeved, buttonless, collared green sparkly leopard print cardigan.
Never leave home without…?
My bag, sunglasses, a camera, a hat and drawing things.
If you could only paint with two colors the rest of your life, what would they be?
Boring answer but white and black.
Best movie to art to?
Pulp Fiction or Gummo. Jack White and Jamie Hince get in a bar fight. Who wins?
Well I know Jacky White’s got a mean left hook. But there’s a smashing
video of Hince in a drunken papp brawl.. I’d say Jack. He’s got big ol’
What was the last thing you drew?
Lot’s of foetuses or foeti in a bears stomach.
Worst thing about being an artist?
I ruin a lot of trousers.. and paint’s expensive. You mix a drink called the Basquiat. What’s in it?
Heroin and simple syrup with a lemon twist. (in a funky glass)
So apparently this blog has blipped some radars, because I've been getting emails about promotions and shit (or does everyone get those? I feel so cheap). I just want to take the opportunity to say that I DO NOT want to hawk your clothes, praise your clients, or get your free shit. Marketing has a time and a place and this is not it. One of my greatest loathings is of insincerity. I shall not partake in it for your commercial benefit.
Having said that, if private and independent artists, designers, or musicians want to contact me themselves about their work, that is way more awesome and acceptable. If I love it, I may write about it, but that shouldn't be the motivating factor. We have to stick together.
This blog may be useless, but at least there are no ads. Let's all raise a middle finger to that.
I don't know anything about this movie, but Michael Cera's sweaters are excellent and really putting me in the cold weather vibes. Also, I'm digging the Ian McCulloch from Echo & The Bunnymen meets Jack Nance from Eraserhead haircut.
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This blog is dedicated to, and is for, and about the style of men. Particularly those of youth, especially those with subversive tendencies. Those who tread on plastic superstore followers, feel sick to their stomach if they camouflage with society, feel the nostalgia they weren’t alive to remember, write in their own words as much as they quote others, see colors instead of objects, can’t feel without music. Create what they destroy, destroy what they create. Live like they don't care while still caring wholeheartedly. Never stop looking for inspiration. Wear their clothes like a second skin. It’s not about fashion, it’s about style. The gentleman punks, the romantic iconoclasts, the label-less artists. Rebels with painted faces.