I don't know why I'm promoting these bad people

I took some pictures of the artist Peter Doig's studio in Trinidad last year. I then let Design Week magazine use them in the print version of their magazine on the condition that the pictures were credited and I retained copyright. They didn't pay me but as the writer of the piece is my wife I figured it was fair enough. Now it transpires the pictures are on the Design Week website but without the credit I asked for, and as far as I'm concerned without my permission as I only supplied them for print. Anyway, Peter's work's great so make sure you have a look before the feature, with or without the pictures, disappears under Design Week's subscribers only archive.

Peter Doig at the Saatchi Gallery
Peter Doig on Wikipedia
Peter Doig at Victoria Miro
Studio Film Club: what's on

Me by my niece

Me by my niece
Originally uploaded by Catfunt

This is a more up to date view of me (see two entries previous for me in my prime) by my niece just over two years ago. I prefer Paul's (although my niece is obviously incredibly talented).

Dad and me

Dad and me
Originally uploaded by Catfunt

I like this one.

Me by Paul Clarke

Me by Paul Clarke
Originally uploaded by Catfunt

From around 1990 or possibly earlier. Thinking about it I was still living in Chantry Point so 1989 or even earlier. He did it from memory and got most things right: I smoked, I had (and still have) round glasses, a penchant for black, not shaving and hair cropped at the sides. If only I looked this good now...

Car near Brick Lane

Car near Brick Lane
Originally uploaded by Catfunt

Apparently it's a Honda Z600 or so my friend Steve says. It was a very nice day, clear and dry with the sun coming in low from the south the way it does in the winter in England. We went to the Beigel shop and had herring (for me) and a cream cheese and smoked salmon for the wife. We walked down Cheshire Street afterwards carrying our stewed cup of tea looking at the pirated sportsgear and being accosted by gangs of chinese selling pirated porno. It's Brick Lane, everything's knocked off.