King of the Bored Frontier
IT'S 1997, the year of Tracey Emin’s broken finger, the Royal Academy's catching-up-but-it's-too-late Sensation exhibition, and the fag-end of the self-cannibalising bravado that is Britpop.
Surrounded by the burgeoning Britart and YBA invasion, the art college experience is all too conflict-ridden for our nameless third-year art student.
As he drinks, draws, paints and parties his way through the academic year, falling in love, falling in hate, the question is: what happens next?
Combining the cool energy of the mid-90s Britart and Britpop movements, King of the Bored Frontier is a celebration, commiseration, dedication to the cause – the art school bible.