Showing posts with label Pocko People. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pocko People. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 December 2009

Christmas Shoping with Pocko



We have updated our Pocko Shop and their are loads of new affordable products just in time for Christmas so click here and fill your basket with creative goodies!

Tuesday, 1 December 2009

Patricia Niven Golden Oldies Exhibition


Exhibtion follows 9 residents of Golden Lane, most of whom have lived on the estate since its advent after the Second World War.

Exhibtion at Golden Lane Estate CIC at Art. Design. People
20 Goswell Road, London EC 1

Runs 9 Dec 2009 through 16 Jan 2010


Les Jeans Clode exhibit in Luxembourg



The collective Jeanspezial present their exhibition “Les redoublants” at Extrabold from 17 october to 21 november 2009.

Maud, Matthieu I and II, Sébastien, Nicolas, Greg, Joris, Mickael and Jean-Michel are the nine graphic designers and illustrators who make up the group. Working together for almost four years, they have collaborated and jointly created a single and coherent graphic identity: the fictitious person Jean Spezial.

In this exhibition, they will present their holiday workbooks to include beautiful canvases, drawings, and books…


Tuesday, 17 November 2009

Hennie Haworth's beautiful new work...

This piece was commissioned by Bergen airport in Norway, and is a huge poster showing all the places you can travel to from there.


The above is for New Statesman magazine, to accompany the below extract from "Confessions of a Book Reviewer" by George Orwell.
In a cold but stuffy bed-sitting room littered with cigarette ends and half-empty cups of tea, a man in a moth-eaten dressing-gown sits at a rickety table, trying to find room for his typewriter among the piles of dusty papers that surround it.
He cannot throw the papers away because the wastepaper basket is already overflowing, and besides, somewhere among the unanswered letters and unpaid bills it is possible that there is a cheque for two guineas which he is nearly certain he forgot to pay into the bank. There are also letters with addresses which ought to be entered in his address book. He has lost his address book, and the thought of looking for it, or indeed of looking for anything, afflicts him with acute suicidal impulses.