Monthly Archives: September 2010

>"Badass, trigger-finger cool"

Posted on September 29, 2010 by teninchwheels

>1965, and the Hells Angels are properly entering the consciousness of the American public. These superbly atmospheric photographs were taken by Life Magazine staffer Bill Ray who, with writer Joe Bride managed to gain entry to the scary and chaotic … Continue reading →

Posted in Altamont, Heading Out Onto Highways, Loaded Pools Cues, Motors Running | 3 Comments

>Mid-Century Modern

Posted on September 24, 2010 by teninchwheels

>London, city of surprises. When I first moved here I often used to walk down White Lion street N1, past a recess in a wall thick with a palimpsest of posters. Full of the flush of gentrification, Islington council had … Continue reading →

Posted in design, London, posters | 5 Comments

>Top Of The Charts

Posted on September 23, 2010 by teninchwheels

>Good innit? Available from Popchart Lab, it’s titled The Very Many Varieties Of Beer. 18 inches by 24 and printed on “80-pound card stock” (that’s American for thick paper) in Brooklyn, US-of-A. Click the picture above to embiggen it a … Continue reading →

Posted in art, Beer, design, posters | 2 Comments

>Nothing To Declare

Posted on September 17, 2010 by teninchwheels

>Just did an illustration for a mate – It was such a small job I didn’t even want paying. Nipped out of the office and returned to find a Utobeer bag on my chair. “Will those do?” says my teetotal … Continue reading →

Posted in Beer, St Bernadus, Westmalle | 2 Comments

>Not In Bruges

Posted on September 10, 2010 by teninchwheels

>Last weekend my parents and brother were down for the Skyride – as good a reason as any to try the bottle of Brouwerij Strubbe’s Leireken Wilde Vruchten that’s been lurking at the back of our fridge for months. I … Continue reading →

Posted in Beer, Beernerdery, Belgium | 4 Comments

>The Diaspora

Posted on September 8, 2010 by teninchwheels

>Being lazy. Three trains cancelled. Tuts and frowns as I squeeze my bike on at a colourless Stratford. Elbows. Feet. Blackberrys. Ipods. The Metro. Mortgages. Dan Brown. Liverpool street. Doors, suits, barriers. A public school accent. “Yorkshire? Saw the sticker … Continue reading →

Posted in Diaspora, Expats, Homesickness, London, Yorkshire, Yorkshireness | 1 Comment