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Thursday 29 October 2009

Steampunk

Anyone near Oxford should make the effort to head to the Museum of the History of Science's superb Steampunk exhibition. It is, we're told, "the world’s first exhibition of Steampunk art" and is a delight. One of the most enjoyable and surprising exhibitions I've seen in a very long time. Only two fairly small rooms, admittedly, but packed with some startling artefacts. Do it.


Imagine the technology of today with the aesthetic of Victorian science. From redesigned practical items to fantastical contraptions, this exhibition, curated by Art Donovan, showcases the work of eighteen Steampunk artists from across the globe.

Expect ’steam-powered’ computer mice, clockwork hearts, brass goggles and the latest state-of-the-Steampunk-art eye-pod (more...)

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Friday 20 November 2009

Brian - Kafkacotton says...

Wish I were still at Oxford! For the line of book-inspired t-shirts I'm heading up, we deliberately chose a Lewis Carroll novel for our first design as a tip of the hat to the city. Time to pull out a Radiohead album....

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