Electric Goose

The Factory of Thoughts & Feelings.

A leedle sample of my most recent work.

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Irina Troitskaya

Absolutely delectable is one way to describe this darling illustrators work..

I just love those who embrace their own surroundings as a basis for their creativity. Troitskaya’s creations brim with delicate, toothy creatures of big and small, endearing characters dressed for their craft while teetering over luscious Eastern European cityscapes. -  All across a pleasing range of mediums.

Troitskaya was born in the engineering town of Izhevsk, Russia (also birthplace to the AK-47 for those in the know). ‘City of dead ends, sad electronic music and Finno-Ugric cultural roots…’  according to her bio. She now resides in Moscow as a freelance illustrator and tutor. You go girl!

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Whether you think you can or whether you think you can’t - you’re right.

Henry Ford

Always nostalgic.

Neasden Control Center

I have been a huge fan of Neasden Control Centre for a while now. As a teenager I used to make a B-line for the arts & design section at Waterstones book shop and seek out this publication every time.  The book is heavy, plain and really quite unassuming when sealed. However, when you unravel and turn the pages you’re greeted by incredible colour, texture, typography and pure unadulterated madness.

Neasden Control Centre are a London-based design collective with an ultra impressive repertoire boasting such names as Esquire, Levis, MTV, Nike, Volkswagen, Universal Records to name a few.

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Floral Fancies

Look at these divine Meow Oxford’s from Jeffrey Campbell at NeedSupply. Oh what I wouldn’t give to bless my feet with such an adornment.

I’m loving the return of flower-power this season, dainty, dreamy, meadowy prints are perfect for Spring; Oscar de la Renta, Marni, Dior Etro, Channel, and Alberta Ferretti to name just a few are buzzing with petals and vines. Not to mention H&M’s highly attainable Garden Collection.

Jenny Sue Kostecki-Shaw

I am in awe of these yummy illustrations. Fresh with bursts of Saffron, Capsicum, Bay-leaf and Turmeric. As if the very paints themselves were mixed with rich marketplace spices.

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The future has a way of arriving unannounced.

George Will

Ladri di biciclette - Bicycle Thieves

On my movie-watching binge (due to fracture-caused incarceration) I have been experiencing some oldies, some newies, some has seen’s and some never-seens.

This film however fell into it’s own niche category, a category I like to call; ‘the sort of seens’. You know, those movies you were made to watch at school that you couldn’t really enjoy as it was forced upon you.. or..the ones you fell asleep to at 1am whilst clutching a half-eaten slice of Marinara pizza but wish you’d seen the end, or the one you’d wanted to see for so long but turned on the TV half way through and couldn’t bare the injustice of seeing it unfinished. You get the picture.


The story focuses on Antonio Ricci (portrayed by Lamberto Maggiorani), a poor man who’s new bread-winning job relies on a bicycle as his primary means of transportation. On Antonio’s first day on the grind he is struck by sudden misfortune and his beloved new bicycle is stolen. Given the pressures of supporting his family in a post-World War II Italy he tries everything in his path to find the tyrant who took his bike that he so desperately needs. Despite asking for help from the law and his friends he learns to take matters in his own hands, with the assistance of his (adorable) young son, Bruno.

This film captures the essence of Italian neorealism and carries such a profound message that it’s hard not to feel moved when the closing credits roll. It’s rare you see films that are such a raw sign of the times, and in a digital age of escapism and fantasy it never hurts to go back and remind ourselves of what’s really important.

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