I have a story regarding Jarvis Cocker. A couple of months ago he came to see an exhibition for which I was taking entrance tickets. There was no mistaking him, but I acted casual and pretended I didn’t know him from Adam. Them’s the rules. Anyway, next came, walking much slower than Jarvis, two lovely laughing-happy-non-snobby ladies. As I took their tickets I gestured to the man in front and said “I love him”. Why on earth did I say that? “I’m his mother and this is his aunt,” said Jarvis’s mother. What a woman. I mean naming your son Jarvis Branson Cocker, for a start. I should’ve told her that, from what I had seen, she had done a great job bringing up her son. Instead I told her that photography was strictly forbidden.
The picture was taken from Evening Standard Magazine (29.5.15), found on a train.
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If You Are New Here: This project started with me sewing junk-mail faces onto a big woollen blanket. It has since expanded to include images from magazines and leaflets, I find in bins and on public transport. ‘Uninvited’ was the working title, until I changed it to ‘Mostly Uninvited’. Unless I tell you otherwise, take it that the portrait was part of some junk mail, pushed through my letterbox. I will always credit photographers, illustrators, designers and the faces, whenever possible. All of my work is numbered, this is 632. If you search this number in ‘Categories’, you can find out about the other faces.