OFFICIAL INTERVIEW: WHARTON
WHARTON (person) Definition: A jovial character distinguished by his wit and good style!
Could I ask you about how you got into art and design?
As a child I had a man crush in the shape of Han Solo. Morning, noon and night I would draw scenes from star wars over and over again. Christmas, Mother's Day, Easter and birthdays people would get cards heavily themed with Mr. Solo resplendent in futuristic waist coat and rakish pose. If I could have chopped Star Wars up into a powder form I would have snorted it up my nose, such was the intensity of my scribbling. Han Solo was a phase but a love of drawing wasn't.
Can you tell us about a project that you have worked on?
My favourite project to date has been working with the publishers 'Random House Mondadori'. I'm a huge fan of Ernest Hemingway and I have a collection of self initiated book covers I designed. They approached me to use one for a limited edition run they were producing of 'The Old Man and the Sea', it was published in March last year. If I had my choice I would design nothing but book covers and would love to work for Penguin (the publishers).
Have you got amusing anecdotes about yourself?
I'm not sure if this classes itself as an anecdote as much as an utterly irrational fear and a terrible reflection of my character. But I'm beside myself with fear about sharks (even in swimming pools). Whenever I swim in the sea I will always ensure that someone else is further out than me to provide a meaty shield allowing me precious seconds to make my escape through the blood and gore filled water, even if that person happens to be one of my young nieces or nephews, which it so frequently seems to be. The stupidity of my fear is heightened by the fact that I live in the UK and any shark would need a scarf and mittens to swim in these waters. This is my secret shark filled shame.
This catharsis has jogged my memory of an actual anecdote and its shark related!
When I was about 7 I saw Jaws for the first time, I lay on our couch contentedly watching Roy Scheider wave his gun around and shout at people on the beach. My parents were going out to dinner that evening. My mum having spent unholy hours getting ready, perfumed and elegantly attired in a new dress came and sat beside me. Unfortunately it was at this precise point that Jaws bit someone in half, teeth flashing, fountains of blood and shrieks of the innocent. I sat bolt upright and accurately shot a torrent of vomit into her lap and onto her new dress. After a withering look from me to her new dress she left the room to limbo out of her sagging dress of puke, thanks Jaws.
If you had to be stuck on a desert island with seven Threadlessers, who would they be? (It was me who crashed the ship, so one of them can't be me).
Who would I pick to be hot and sweaty in ragged clothes on a paradise island? The instinctive red blooded choice would be to nominate Threadless' resident perverts Littlem and Spacesick for their unceasing dedication to smut-argeddon. Loorrrd for his unwavering fealty and all round niceness, I also get the impression he makes a mean Martini. Pilihp (aka Phillip) to look upon with watery eyes of equal parts admiration and jealousy. Ibyes for his level headed and invaluable advice. After reading QBF's recent interview I can't help but want to have him on board for his frighteningly high levels of niceness. To even out this sausage fest I would also pick purely based on her profile picture (and the fact that she's devoted to cheese) JessHanbury from the Threadless team.
Where do you get your inspiration from making your artwork?
I wish I knew. Half the time I'm feverishly trying to find a winning combination which usually results in a half-baked and somewhat contrived result. I find its only when I'm bumbling around and passively imaging that the magic occurs. Anything can be an inspiration; a walk in the park, an overheard conversation, an old photo album, its taking the time to realise it that matters.