What inspires you in your work?
Fields full of daisies, roses, marigolds and thyme. Petals being thrushed into lavender sky by stampeding dolphins whose songs can bring mermaids to their knees.
 
Who are the photographers who most inspire you?
Five beautiful limbs each as crucial as an arm or thigh: Bella Howard. If I could only dance with one person it would be with her, a one women riot grrl to Pere Lanchise, who creates colourfully playful pictures that make you gleam with joy. Christina Smith, a stubborn Labrador, utterly tasteless at times but has monotone beauties coming out of her bangs. Jonnie Craig, straight from the womb of Ryan McGinley, if you ever have the privilege to see a gaggle of bare teen carcasses, he'll be there with T4 in tow.
Cameron Smith, a dark prince who steals hearts and bread among other things. Falling hard and shredding even harder. Samoa Stephenson: a silent assassin
 
Where are you based?
In the heart of Soho, a lie of learning that was as docile and desolate as a quaint hut cantered in a dense oak-filled canopy, where ducks and shrimp play, whilst doves and crocodiles work. From this place of disillusioned waste has grown a majestic colony of insane creatives slowly going sane, Video Basement - anyone's presence is welcome anytime. An ancient tapestry discovered with these words of ponce, should this remedy any queries of this dream, nightmare or nightingale?

I believe this beast goes by the name of manifesto,
Regret.

9 Great Chapel St
Soho W1F 8FH
London
Tuesday 25th August 2009
1pm

Dear Reader,
           
 We have gone through much in the last 6 weeks, making a Cinema that could never have previously existed. A Cinema that enabled young upstarts to screen films that they made and films
That they love. A Cinema where people were encouraged to debate and to fight out their thoughts after
A screening, not rush off into the night, thoughtless and alone. Few people leave empty, even fewer
Leave. A strange feeling it is indeed, to be sat in front of an indomitable wall of cultural references, made from the bricks of cinema, music, text, etcetera. Sublime...

“Get out of my property you wankers (Thank you for creating an arena of Cultural creativity and conversation in my disused building)” - Melvyn Mendel Hager, Landlord

The gallery created on street level was a different story altogether, the mood it created was one of collaboration, experimentation and enjoyment. Its high turnover and aschismic nature encouraged artists, musicians, and plebeians alike to play together in a Deluzian manner, childlike and giggling on the floor. It became an outlet for the inculcation of references from the cinema.

“Get the fuck off my roof, now (What amazing music are you performing up there, could you please turn it up? And pop around for a drink in my pub anytime Boys.)” - Dirk Gently, Neighbour

And we’re not dead yet. We soldier on, inviting filmmakers, artists, poets and proles to bring along and show their own films and artworks. This Monday we will be screening a slideshow of the sort of things that have transpired thus far, showing some of the best short films we’ve seen so far, and we will be present to talk about future projects, screenings and shows.

“Their Cinema Tiers started Tears”

Warm Regards,

The Occupiers

How would you describe your working process?
Fluttering around London from dances to parks, saunas to grot bags, infatuated by anything that utters a breath, whether the gasp of a girl's first swim that night, foragers' delight when the bins are out, or mass karaoke at Too Many Tinas . This is no process, it's existence. Nothing is of any great significance, yet not a second replaceable. I desire this lifestyle, unaware if I can lead this majestic course that I have set, documenting as I dive, forgetting the unacted, persuading myself into a myth for myself? 

Would you consider your photographs as being portraits?
I care not for portraits, I am aware of what a face looks like. I am solely concerned in environments if faces occur in the environment I wish to remember, it's due to the importance of that soul.
 
How do you get your work out there?
This intricate lie I paint so beautifully, (oscarhazell.blogspot.com) shows its ugly face on the leveller of all beings, where everything is decided and little determined, the viscous beast, absorbing most of our souls: Internet
 
What are you up to next?
I’m going to Frieze, darling!

Check out Oscar's jotta profile or his blog for more images.

1. glorax commented on Thursday, 03 September

   preeeetentious

2. Peter Jackson commented on Sunday, 06 September

   nice work Hazell,

3. alex commented on Sunday, 13 September

   this is the most pretentious interview i have ever read.

   if it was on paper i would burn it.

4. theo commented on Thursday, 17 September

   gay

5. james commented on Thursday, 17 September

   you are god