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Presenting your new weekly wisdom of London-based cultural stimulants (not like that) for all five senses.


The animated music video for Teardrop Estates’ Scary Gary (below) featuring Frank Leone and Gary Wilson, visuals created by wicked collective RUFFMERCY who have worked with the likes of Nas, Madlib, Jonwayne, Flying Lotus and DJ Shadow. In other words, your dream dinner party guest-list, as long as your dinner party features Meyhem Lauren’s Turkey Meatloaf and getting batshit on that stuff they drink in Earl Sweatshirt’s EARL video. And after all that if you don’t feel like you’re passing Skittles through as kidney stones, then bleed your brains on some Pussykrew visuals and the latest from director João Pombeiro for the new Nightmares on Wax tune.


The December edition of British Vogue, the first issue to come from the magazine’s first black and first male editor Edward Enninful. Don’t just be a part of the publication’s history though, get yapping in the larger conversation surrounding the elitist world of ‘glossy mag’ publications. Laaaiiike, how the pages of Tatler positively CREAM over double-barrelled surnames, or how ex-Vogue editor Alexandra Shulman got all #diversitydefensive after Naomi Campbell pointed out the saturation levels were a bit off in a recent picture of the Vogue editorial team, or how Campaign’s ‘pièce de réminiscence’ by Nicholas Coleridge, who has just retired as managing director of Condé Nast Britain, was glittering in idyll but also cringe-inducing in its outdated glorification of a time when lipstick doth a (white) girl make, your career was over if a Big Dog *said so*, and a male boss could hurl chairs and euphemisms at their female underlings sans consequence. There’s more to life than Conservative party fundraisers, chaps. Both Shulman and Coleridge have worked hard and done some sfe sfe work for their publications, so berets off to them, buuuut cue The Kinks’ Sunny Afternoon please and hurry along into retirement, yonder crinkle-cut crisps, you’re out of touch.


As design studio Why Not Associates celebrate their 30th birthday with an exhibition at Sheffield Institute for Arts (get on your Trainline x 16-25 railcard flex, peeps), take a couple of minutes to fully appreciate not only their fizzing poster for Sensation – the epic 1997 group show of the Young British Artists (our usual suspects Rachel Whiteread, Damien Hirst, Tracey Emin, Jake & Dinos Chapman, …) at the Royal Academy of Arts from the collection of infamous Charles Saatchi – but some of the behind-the-scenes pix from the installation of the show.

Still waiting for Tim Cook and Sundar Pichai to figure out how the hell we can start communicating smells over smartphones (I guess Pichai is too busy with his patty problems though, fair dos), so until those slackers shape up their act you’ll just have to use your boundless imagination to experience the smell that required gas masks (GAS MASKS!) for when Hirst installed his iconic formaldehyde piece ‘The Physical Impossibility Of Death In The Mind Of Someone Living’. You know, that shark one.

Pictures © Johnnie Shand Kydd


Happy days when artists release B-side EPs of songs that didn’t make the album cut, because it’s a bit like them going “um yeah so I know this isn’t that good but yeah, I want you to have it, I’m capable of so much better though, I promise”. The medium lends itself to some no-pressure listening, a bit like you’re hanging out and jamming backstage with the band (you’re obviously looking like you don’t belong there though, and are smiling uncomfortably and patting your knee to the beat). Tame Impala have just put out such a release for their 2015 album Currents, and it’s full of the bleeding sound and rising synths you’d expect, as well as a couple of hypnotic remixes by Gum and Soulwax. Definitely tracks for whacking on the office Sonos and having an uncomfortable coffee-machine jiggle’n’sway with your co-workers to.


Gingerline, A.K.A the Secret Cinema of gastronomy, are releasing a new batch of passes on 4th December for the return of their crazy immersive food supper club experiences at secret locations along the Overground line in East London. On the entertainment spectrum it’s veering slightly towards the end occupied by those weird character actors hired at the London Dungeons/your Goodfellas-themed work party, or an audience-participation street act in Covent Garden, moreover I’m sure Gingerline have made some cuisinal changes but I reckon you’ll hands-down get better food at Som Saa , but if you’re going to play mini golf with scrap metal, eat in a caff serving only crisp sandwiches and then only go bloody curling, you may as well give it a go, cos we love a novel gimmick in Zone 1, don’t we homebois?