Charlie Godet Thomas 

Where are you based

Currently based in London, but I have been gazing across the 

North Atlantic (to Mexico City) longingly for some time

Listening to

The sound of traffic passing

What’s on your desk

A beautiful Polaroid taken by my late friend and brilliant artist 

Charlotte Horrillo, a plaque my dad had made for a tree he planted 

in memory of his parents and a cast bronze monkey face I made 

in the foundry at The Royal Collage of Art 

Can’t live without

My camera, a 35 mm Nikon from the early 00’s, 

an awful piece of pre-digital equipment that I have 

developed some sort of attachment to.

I’m a romantic

Sunny or cloudy

Sunny with a chance of rain

Currently reading

‘The Heart is a Lonely Hunter’ by Carson McCullers and 

Simon Critcheley’s ‘The Book of Dead Philosophers’

Daily routine

My studio is next to my bedroom so I like to get out of the house 

in the morning, I make a strong coffee and go to pick up materials, 

take photographs or make work outside (weather permitting). 

If I am at a brick wall with my practice I go to a show or take a 

book somewhere until it comes back to me. In the studio I like 

to work with my headphones on as it keeps me focused, 

that’s the problem with working where you live, 

there are distractions everywhere, my cat Mavis is the main one. 

In the evening I tend to catch up with all the boring stuff, 

and then either to the pub or I like to have a drink at home 

and play darts or cards with Tamar.

Guilty pleasure

Potato Waffles

Can’t travel without


Written or spoken

Written to be spoken

Favorite drink

Gosling’s rum on ice with cold water on a hot day

Sunrise or sunset

Sunrise on my own (this is for your sake, I’m miserable early in the morning)


No thanks

Favorite lyrics

Richard got married to a figure skater

And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator

And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on

And all the house lights left up bright

I’m gonna blow this damn candle out

I don’t want nobody comin’ over to my table

I got nothing to talk to anybody about

All good dreamers pass this way some day

Hidin’ behind bottles in dark cafes dark cafes

(Joni Mitchell from The Last Time I Saw Richard)

Most precious object

Some years ago my dad was approached in a restaurant by 

Francis Bacon, they ended up going out to a club together and drinking themselves into a stupor. I have his signature that he gave my 

dad that evening, it’s in fountain pen on what seems 

to be the inside of a Christmas cracker

Currently working on

Getting the hell out of this miserable city

▲March 2016 | Charlie Godet Thomas | Exclusive for June Joon Jaxx