feeling rubbish about your creative output? can’t be as bad as that abysmal DC ad written for millennials by old white men, right? refresh your memory and not your palate with how NOT to live your life here
Definitely not the Arctic Monkeys’ new album. That’s harsh, I haven’t listened to it, I’m making a snap judgement because I’m a bitter millennial and don’t think life is ever going to get any better than it did in Any Suburban Park in Summer 09, or perhaps cranked off our collective nut on a sofa in second year. And if anyone even begins to start uttering the sound “Child-” you know EXACTLY what’s coming music-wise (and good on you, because it’s a tune to end many tunes and a video that’s even better, we heart you Hiro our hero). So in that case, give your ear-hairs a groom with the Iranian-Dutch beats of Sevdaliza. If you’re liking her new release Humana then make sure you hark back to her 2017 album Ison. And if you need a quick dose of whatever it is that gets you through the day then your toenails will crumble during the very first bars of this RIPPER by John Tejada, and then you can watch the master at werk during his live set at the LA Mixmag Lab. It’ll keep your week happy, trus meh.
Touch an actual object and not just a glaring screen that warns of our slow decline into losing use of our fingertips’ nerve endings because we haven’t needed to be tactile in years. OK maybe ahead of myself there but issuez gotta be raised, right? South London Gallery is hosting a LGBTQIA book fair which will no doubt be a trove of independently published queer fiction, political writing and critical insights, and actual printed matter to have and to HOLD. Workshops and talks to go with em too, so head down on the 25th and 26th May, at least just to appreciate the title with its echoes of Zoe Leonard’s beautiful 1992 artwork for David Wojnarowicz.
Curzon Cinemas are doing a Nick Cave film series because, well why the shit not, he touches people in a way a crummy indie arthouse film cannot. They kick it off on the 22nd May with the 1987 Wim Wenders film Wings of Desire, and it only gets more crooning from there. Grab tix before he grabs u.
That fresh layer of paint, yuh. The Royal Academy re-opens on the 19th May (totally fine if you didn’t even realise it was shut) to celebrate its 250th birthday the only way a gallery knows how: with a fuckload of art stuffs. So head down 19th/20th for some drop-in printmaking workshops, spoken word performances and communal flag-flying. Yes. And to keep your bellies full as well as your left brains, there’ll be street food and cocktail bars all weekend, like The Ginistry and Mother Clucker. Peckham-based creative collective BORN N BREAD will be throwing an after party (a demure 10pm finish ofc) with DJs, live performances and immersive installations (obviously).
I say Danish, you say… hygge? The crusty yogs in Christiania? Organic open rye sandwiches? Blatant and unapologetic clichés? Mais oui. Feed your baitness at modern Danish restaurant Snaps + Rye with some finely flavoured arctic char, pickled fennel, trout paté and, OMG, buttermilk panna cotta. PS GUESS WHAT it’s in West London. Golborne Road, u hav my back and my backing.
And if it’s somehow possible to drink rosé unironically, here’s the place to do it: their 2015 French bottle is a smooth treat. Oooh, I sounded borderline connoisseur there.
I know you don’t need telling I’m not.