➤ Cool 21st-century branding for Channel 4, but when will it junk those clunky Bladerunner idents?

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❚ SENSATIONAL! Rudd Studio is behind this refreshing brand update for Channel 4 in the UK and builds on the splintering figure 4, the logo created by Martin Lambie-Nairn for the channel’s launch in 1982. The new look went live on October 22 with a series of channel stings for book-ending commercial breaks and trailing upcoming shows. Here’s Rudd’s own video compilation of the new split-screen animated graphics, with mood music by Oscar Gonzalez. Now all we can pray for is an end to those tiresome scenic station idents, contrived from barbaric housing estates and levitating supermarket trolleys.

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➤ A step up in the world for graffitist Eine, thanks to Potus and lady friends who shop in high places

❚ “I WAS IN MY STUDIO CUTTING OUT A STENCIL, Friday night about 10 o’clock and the phone rang… It was Anya Hindmarch and she said ‘Samantha Cameron’s a big fan of your work’, and I kind of thought, Yeah right, and she said ‘David is looking for a painting to give to the most important man in the world, I can’t say his name but think America. Would you be interested?’ I was like, Yeah!”

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21st Century City by Eine: spray paint and black gloss on canvas, 39x27 inches. © Eine Signs, London

So now we know. Today a new video reveals that the go-between who helped fix the official gift of “hoodie art” from the British prime minister to Potus, leader of the Western world, was handbag designer Anya Hindmarch. We discovered in July during David Cameron’s first trip to Washington as PM that the gift was a painting titled Twenty First Century City, by a graffiti artist whose adopted tag is Eine, and who is regarded in the East End of London as one of the founders of Britain’s street-art movement, alongside Banksy. More important, he was said to be one of the PM’s wife SamCam’s favourite artists.

Yes but, no but … OK, we discovered then that the 39-year-old graffitist’s real name was Benjamin Flynn who’d spent his teens as a hooded tracksuit gang member, had a racy record of convictions for criminal damage and had taken a year to complete 200 hours of community service.

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Hindmarch Loot tote bag in canvas, decorated by Eine, aka Ben Flynn, £145. It is claimed that “Eine is doing for letters of the alphabet what Banksy did for rats and smiley policemen”

Even so, what hasn’t really been spelt out is that much earlier Flynn had collaborated with Anya Hindmarch to design a spring collection of trendy tote bags that drew on his street-cred. The bags feature prominently among the luxury accessories illustrated on the Hindmarch website, and as Eine he had even painted the windows of her upper-crust Sloane Street store during March. Just his luck that Anya turned out to work in the same upmarket retail sector as the PM’s wife, who was also a friend.

 

The nice irony is the clash of classes. Not only is SamCam the daughter of an 8th baronet, raised on a 300-acre Lincolnshire estate, but Hello magazine also reports that she is the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter of Charles II and his mistress Nell Gwyn. The Sunday Times Rich List compiler Philip Beresford has put the “combined family wealth of David and Samantha Cameron at £30m plus”. Ben Flynn on the other hand, was so hard-up two years ago that he had to move home from London to Hastings with his wife Joanne and three children, Spike, 5, Sunny, 2, and Story, 2. On top of which the millionaire Camerons expected him to donate his chosen painting, valued in the marketplace at £2,500.

“Cameron seems quite a positive kind of guy and Obama’s a dude. I would probably have had issues if it had been for Bush” — graffitist Ben Flynn

Still, the compensation for Flynn was overnight global fame, which has brought him a string of commissions, several trips abroad, and enhanced price tags on his work. In the video by Anthony Austin and Charlie Inman, Flynn’s verdict is direct: “My phone didn’t stop ringing for about a month — interviews and television. It changed my life. David Cameron, I love him.”

➢ Ben (Eine) Flynn’s online gallery
➢ Revealing interview with Flynn by blogger Ashley Morrison

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Alphabet City, Middlesex Street, just up from Petticoat Lane, London’s famed Sunday market: artist Eine spent months persuading shop owners to allow him to spraypaint their shutters. Photograph by Steve Cotton

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➤ Miss Parkin regrets that she said no to Cary… and can’t wait to meet Orson, Lee and Walter

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Molly Parkin at her book launch with Barrington De La Roche. Photograph by Inesa and Barrington De La Roche © Dark Theatre

Molly Parkin,Mollywood, Chelsea Arts Club❚ AS ALL READERS OF SHAPERSOFTHE80s should know, the godhead of all things stylish is not “the Posing Doughnut” as gossip columns were once wont to call Steve Strange, but our true icon, Molly Parkin. If you need reminding why, click on the Giants Who Went Before.

Molly has been a font of mischief and outrage for almost eight decades and the 80s were no exception. Yesterday she wowed a launch party at the Chelsea Arts Club for her newest auto-exposé, Welcome to Mollywood, about which actor turned nightclub buccaneer Robert Pereno has said: “Well done Moll.” A couple of newspaper pieces this week give the flavour of a life thoroughly well lived, so click away…

The Sunday Telegraph’s new men’s mag asked Moll for 12 things every man should know about women, and here is one of them:

“You should think of women as goddesses. I regard myself as a goddess. Even if you pluck a few flowers from a neighbour’s garden after dark and bring them in, that is a small gesture towards the goddess. It’s a question of nourishing that romantic spark that was between you when you first got together.”

And the Daily Mail — who else? — trailed a serialisation with this bait: “Molly Parkin’s racy confessions turn to her wild affairs with George Melly, John Mortimer and a host of others”. Among her regrets, Moll writes:

“I regret not accepting Cary Grant’s offer of an evening out in London, when he was flying back to the States the next morning… And I’d like to say to the late Orson Welles, Lee Marvin and Walter Matthau, whom I’ve always fancied more than any of the pretty boys of Hollywood: ‘I’m on my way’.”

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In her heyday: Molly aged 29 at her first art exhibition. Photographed © by John Timbers

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➤ How Keith Richards’s life of debauchery became an inexplicable sign of alien invasion at The Times

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Boy into man: Keith Richards in 1969 and after 40 years of living the life (EPA). Note in particular the hat and read on...

❚ BY THE MID-60S THE ROLLING STONES had become global superstars, though demonised for the raw sexuality of their songs and performance style. Guitarist Keith Richards is the man whose debauchery epitomises the ethos of sex-and-drugs-and-rock-and-roll, and on October 26 his “long-awaited” autobiog called Life is published by Weidenfeld & Nicolson. As if the UK’s tenth richest musician needed the cash — he is worth £175m in The Sunday Times Rich List — reports say he received an advance of £4.8m ($7.3m!!!) after a bidding war for the text, written with James Fox.

It amounts to a tawdry sequence of profane, drug-fuelled, low-life anecdotes from which nobody emerges with much integrity, like a bunch of amoral delinquents. Quite what excited The Times of London to devote three days-worth of space to this book is beyond comprehension. Under the headline Muddy Waters, Saturday’s main editorial in the paper actually damned the Richards yarn as “filthy” and “depraved”, while seeking to justify serialising massive chunks on the ground that “the music of the Rolling Stones has endured”, thanks to the band’s “sheer work ethic” !!! (Since they didn’t rise up to ridicule this lavish serialisation, we can only assume the entire staff of The Times has been zombified under Plan 9 from Outer Space.)

Almost the whole front page of The tabloid Times trailed the Richards extracts with the stark headline “Sex, drugs and me”. Highest common denominators, evidently, for Her Majesty’s newspaper of record. And a spectacular nadir for dignity in the Thunderer’s 225-year history.

As a time-saving service to discriminating readers of Shapersofthe80s, here are the juiciest bits, but be warned — do not raise your expectations above the navel. Ready with the sickbag, James!

In Friday’s interview with 66-year-old Richards, 35-year-old Caitlin Moran called the book a “total hoot” and through its sordid junkie haze introduced us to every mother’s idea of the son-in-law from hell. Right from chapter one, she said, he’d worn a hat made of drugs (“There was a flap at the side in which I’d stowed hash, Tuinals and coke”) and driven a car made of drugs (“I’d spent hours packing the side-panel with coke, grass, peyote and mescaline”).

Moran reports that Richards “gave up heroin in 1978, after his fifth bust, and he reveals today that he has finally given up cocaine, too — in 2006, after he fell from a tree in Fiji and had to have brain surgery:

❏ “Yeah, that was cocaine I had to give up for that,” he says, with a sigh. “You’re like: ‘I’ve got the message, oh Lord’.” He raps on the metal plate in his head. It makes a dull, thonking sound. “I’m just waiting for them to invent something more interesting, ha ha ha. I’m all ready to road-test it when they do.”

Throughout the Moran interview, he was of course smoking Marlboros and drinking vodka. His idea of totally clean, presumably.

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Anita Pallenberg in the Roger Vadim film Barbarella, 1968

In Saturday’s Times serialisation of Life, Richards recalls the Stones’s founding guitarist Brian Jones, who originally proposed the band’s name in 1962 and was to drown needlessly at the age of 27 in circumstances that remain unclear. He was neurotic, suffered from deteriorating health, he pushed friendships to the limit and treated women despicably. In Marrakesh in 1967 he and his girlfriend Anita Pallenberg had reached the end of their tethers. Richards writes:

❏ “They’d beaten the shit out of each other. And of course Brian starts trying to take Anita on for 15 rounds… Once again he breaks two ribs and a finger… Then Brian dragged two tattooed whores down the hotel corridor and into the room, trying to force Anita into a scene, humiliating her in front of them. He flung food at her. At that point Anita ran into my room… She was in tears. She didn’t want to leave but she realised that I was right when I said that Brian would probably try to kill her.”

Having “stolen” Anita Pallenberg from Jones to become Richards’s common-law wife, back in the 1970s some reciprocal bed-hopping took place between Richards and Mick Jagger’s girl Marianne Faithfull, and between Anita and Mick. This was when Richard learned his best friend was a disappointment in the sack, giving rise to his verdict on the over-rated Jagger jewels:

❏ “[Anita] had no fun with his tiny todger. I know he’s got an enormous pair of balls, but it doesn’t quite fill the gap, does it?”

Swingeing London 67 — Poster 1967-8: One of pop artist Richard Hamilton’s protest pictures in his Swingeing London series, commenting on the severe judgment passed on his friend, gallery owner Robert Fraser, and popstar Mick Jagger, for possession of drugs. (Photolithograph © Richard Hamilton published by ED912, in Tate collection)

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Marianne Faithfull in the British film Girl on a Motorcycle, 1968

Life describes in detail the fabled 1967 drug bust at the Richards Sussex house, Redlands [reported in the collage above], which became a totemic cause célèbre when William Rees-Mogg — the down-with-the-kids editor of The Times — took on the crusty old establishment by denouncing the harsh jail sentences which followed. Richards writes that the raid was “a collusion between the News of the World and the cops, but the shocking extent of the stitch-up, which reached to the judiciary, didn’t become apparent until the case came to court”. He also sets the record straight on the role of a legendary Mars bar:

❏ “[Marianne Faithfull] had taken a bath upstairs, and I had this huge fur rug, and she just wrapped herself up in that. How the Mars bar got into the story I don’t know. There was one on the table — there were a couple, because on acid you get sugar lack and you’re munching away. And so she’s stuck for ever with the story of where the police found that Mars bar. And you have to say she wears it well.”
Etc etc etc etc

➢ “The Mars bar was a very effective piece of demonizing” — Marianne Faithfull in her own autobiography. More pictures and background at Another Nickel In The Machine

➢ Who was the Redlands informer? — All about the police drugs raid on Keith Richard’s home on Feb 12, 1967 at the History of Rock Music

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“The most sexually charged film ever”: the androgynous Michele Breton and Mick Jagger in Performance, 1970

➢ Judge the Jagger todger for yourself at Another Nickel: Anita’s footage of Mick’s meat and two veg filmed during the making of Performance at 81 Powis Square in 1968

➢ Rolling Stone magazine has more Richards book excerpts plus slideshow on October 28, 2010

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The guitarist’s hands in 2010, photographed © by Mario Sorrenti: the original skull ring that has become a rock-and-roll icon was given to Richards by London goldsmiths David Courts and Bill Hackett as a birthday present in 1978

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30 years ago today ➤ First survey of their private worlds as the new young trigger a generation gap

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Left, film-maker John Maybury in Tortures That Laugh © John Maybury 1978, artist’s collection; right, graphic from ZG magazine, issue one, 1980

❚ THE BLITZ CLUB SCENE EVOLVED RAPIDLY during the summer of 1980 as media coverage caught up, and it became clear that the New Romantics were not the only social group making waves. In the London Evening Standard’s On The Line column I had been following the Blitz Kids all year and, unsurprisingly, my nocturnal antics raised eyebrows at the Standard by day. “Do they talk sort of funny?” colleagues would ask about my bizarre playmates, meaning did they say “Leave it aht” instead of “OK yah”? Over time the generation gap I was reporting caught the attention of the Standard’s perceptive film critic Alexander Walker, who couldn’t read enough about Britain’s self-possessed youth movement. “Not so much a generation gap,” he observed sagely. “More a genus gap!” In this respect, the parallels with the digital natives of today’s Generation Y are spooky.

A key difference was the naked ambition of the media-savvy Blitz Kids who shunned rock music as a stone-age relic. They were spreading inspiration through Britain’s clubland, even as Steve Strange’s Tuesday nights at the Blitz ended suddenly on October 14, as also did Hell, their Thursday offshoot. Key players were changing trains. That very week Spandau Ballet had signed their first record deal, while I had been darting daily from concert to club to Kensington Market surveying the many competing expressions of youthful endeavour, then trying to persuade the editor Charles Wintour that A Significant Youthquake Was About To Break.

A month earlier during London fashion week I’d only just scraped into print with my first Pose Age report showing Melissa Caplan’s unisex tabards which were being worn to shock. “You’re making this up,” raged one senior editor whose veto against publishing was over-ruled by Wintour. Now I was proposing that this sweeping survey for On The Line should make a spectacular centre spread in the paper. Yet the eye-searing kids in our pictures were a bridge too far even for the enlightened Wintour, who sent me a memo saying it was all “Rather too esoteric for us”. Under protest, he finally conceded splitting the survey between two separate pages a week apart.

By Christmas Spandau’s single became a chart hit, along with Fade to Grey by Visage, fronted by Steve Strange. We could not know then how quickly Britain’s clubbing grapevine was to hurtle yet more clubland bands into the charts, many unveiled by sharp young managers the same age as the talent. Or that 1981 would soon be spinning like a New Romantic dynamo.

Evening Standard, Oct 16, 1980

First published in the Evening Standard, Oct 16, 1980

THE CYNICS may have written off London as dead in 1980 but somewhere under the skin a dozen small worlds are struggling to prove our swinging capital is not yet finished. Each private world has its own star system and its own code of conduct. Some steer a scenic route through the maze of being young, broke and having energy to spare. . .

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One week in the private worlds of the new young

Shaping ambitions at the Blitz in 1980: Lee Sheldrick, Melissa Caplan, Kim Bowen and Bob Elms

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