In November 2010, me and Melissa Dowell spent 14 hours a day balancing on chairs in the freezing cold to paint, gild, and dream up 90 feet of murals for The Box’s new London branch.
It was the project of my life. I’ve always dreamed of combining my work with theatre and taking over a nightclub, Toulouse Lautrec style. This was it.
The concept was to make the Box London look like it was ancient, so after painting the murals, we aged them with graffiti, sandpaper, and splattered burnt sepia paint.
The project was artistic martyrdom. In ten days, we painted a giant staircase, the foyer, VIP room murals, and did tiny enamel siamese twins on the tiles.
For the foyer, we painted directly on raw linen, painstakingly scrubbing the colour in, inch by inch.
By the time we got to the VIP room murals, me and the paint were in a death battle. Only one of us would remain alive.
Fueled by champagne, Gogol Bordello and potato chips, we worked till 4am, before crashing each night at the Groucho Club.
Here’s what we made. Thank you so much to the Box. You’re my favorite client
More, (sometimes NSFW) photos after the jump