I had fun working out the perfect formula for breakfast for the London Review of Breakfasts.
(The fact that I wrote it in Paris is neither here nor there.)
Here's an excerpt - if you'd like to find the solution to breakfast, read more here.
Breakfast is a matter of proportion.
Any proportion can be expressed and analysed mathematically.
Take the four basic breakfast ingredients: egg, bacon, tomato, sausage.
The first thing to notice is that they can be eaten in various combinations. The taste of each ingredient is enhanced by combination with another. This is one of the chief pleasures of breakfast. Some people prefer the taste of sausage with egg; others, bacon with tomato. Fewer will eat sausage with tomato, and almost none, tomato with egg or sausage with bacon. This can be expressed thus:
Interesting results can be gained from converting this into a Venn diagram showing the most popular combinations, which expresses a fascinating and pleasing circularity accounting, perhaps, for the continuing popularity of the four basic ingredients (please ignore the central shaded area on the diagream below, which we shall come back to later).
Towards the end of the recording I also read a story about sex & shopping (probably slightly less exciting than it sounds).
The Paris photos below are from my Tumblr project, The Sky Over Europa.
First is, please support the Strumpet. I'm in it. A long, lightly fictionalised, autobiographical comic - the longest thing I've drawn for some time. Here's a taster. If you'd like to see more, go fund it!
Secondly, please come along to my book signing at The Book Barge on Monday 24th September. It will be moored outside The Narrowboat Pub, Islington. There are rumours of wine and if you're lucky I'll draw you a free biro tattoo.
I spent last Wednesday night talking about Georges Perec in an (allegedly) ex-crack den in Peckham with sawn off logs for seating, outdoor composting lavatories and excellent whisky-based cocktails.
Did we offer to help? No - we were too busy worrying about our talks discussing the finer points of Oulipo.
The Peckham Hotel was actually a lot nicer than this photo seems to show: in fact Karl is sitting in front of a roaring fire burning what looked like the missing floorboards from the rooms upstairs.
This was the first time I'd seen Karl since I met him in the Place Saint Sulpice to record some street noise outside Cafe de la Mairie, working around Perec's essay, Tentative d'epuisement d'un Lieu Parisien.
(Karl's not on the above pic but Perec is - the drawing was a private commission I did at the same time as the recording).
I used the sounds as the basis for an audio-visual piece, working with David Bramwell (sound), Lauren Elkin (photos) Isabelle Carreira (montage), Sofia Saldanha (voice) and writer, Deborah Levy, who generously contributed a piece of writing to the project in response to Perec's work.
Karl paid tribute to Perec's translator, Gilbert Adair, who died this week, and gave and excellent explanation of Perec's use of the grid system in his lifelong Lieux project.
I talked mostly about Espèces d'Espaces/Species of Spaces - Perec on the describing and repurposing space (there's my photo of Paternoster Square again)
As is usual in my talks there were props (slightly mouldy tangerines which weren't actually used in the end), games and mild humiliation.
Thanks so much to everyone who helped set up and who came. Great evening! We must do it again sometime.
Incidentally I'll be doing another drawing workshop at Tent City University on Monday 19th December at 3pm. If you'd like to drop by on the day the Occupy LSX St Paul's camp's eviction ruling will be decided, please do.
I talked with José-Louis Bocquet, author of the fabulous Kiki de Montparnasse, at the final event of the weekend, about drawing in London and Paris,as well as drawing a model dressed Kiki-esque lingerie...
There was also absinthe, macarons and many legendary Franco-Belgian comics creators.
I always make some kind of odd face while drawing...
I've been asked to appear at the wonderful BD Passions weekend at London's Institut Francais in South Kensington, which starts tomorrow.
Happily I'll be talking about drawing and writing in London and Paris, and drawing live (and probably life-sized). And there will be Absinthe.
This is my take on Kiki, drawn from a photograph of her at work. Alice Prin (Kiki's real name) became perhaps the most famous Surrealist model, as well as having a sell-out solo show of her own paintings at the Galerie au Sacre du Printemps in 1927.
Looking at her in the photo it's difficult, in an age of airbrushed supermodels, to see how she held such sway. A little too hairy, a little too un-buff for today's tastes. Though photographer Man Ray, her lover, fixed her image in the century's imagination with hundreds of pictures, Kiki ended her career overweight, underpaid and, most of the time, drunk, a heroic failure, like the heroine of a Jean Rhys novel.
If you'd like to come and see me - or go to any of the other events over the weekend - I have ONE SPARE TICKET to give away. As the festival starts TOMORROW I'm giving it to the VERY FIRST person who asks for it in the comments box below.