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Peacock House

I’ve just moved house to a converted hospital in Camberwell Green. Brilliantly named Peacock House, there are high ceilings abound, plenty of room to swing cats, and a lot of old graffiti by the patients who were treated here.

New room. New bed. Old other stuff.

Two polystyrene globes on the shelf waiting to be used in experiments at the zoo.

This Player’s Navy Cut cigarette box has followed me around since I was about ten – I think it belonged to my grandfather at some point. I instantly feel at home when I put this into a new house.

A consequence of the ex-institutional nature is that the whole place is securely gated. There’s a lovely big balcony – the perfect place to eat/relax/work when it’s sunny. Being southeast England, I dare say this won’t be a regular occurrence.
The wall to the right is covered in graffiti with the names of patients who were treated here, dating back to the early 1900s.

Layers and layers of scribblings.

A lot of the chalk graffiti has survived.

At some point I’ll have some sort of housewarming, I guess. Until then, you’ll just have to make do with these photos on Flickr.

iPod cardboard casing

People keep asking which designer boutique my iPod case came from. You wouldm’t believe it, but I made this myself.

Custom sound system

This “sweet” stereo has all the kids dancing to the latest “pop tunes”. Materials: speakers, circuitry, cardboard, red electrical tape. Built February 2009.

Home-made iMac

If you don’t have an iMac, you can always make one. I did the other day. Here it is.

Dayvan Cowboy

I love this video. It uses archive footage from Project Excelsior, an early-60s experiment by the USAF that fed directly into space programmes. Joseph Kittinger (seen below) conducted all of the jumps – from a height of up to 31km. He was also the first man to make a solo crossing of the Atlantic Ocean in a gas balloon.

iMac ant farm

I built this ant farm out of an old iMac last summer. Scoop out the insides, get some sealant stuff, acrylic and soil, and hey presto.


I just found this cartoon folded up in an old book. It’s about one of the first design teachers I had when I was 13-14. Despite my obvious resentment, something must have sunk in…