This is Jasper Joffe. He's very high here. High on hubris. High on being Jasper Joffe. As if the Britart "me, me, me" generation hadn't gone far enough – as if Tracey Emin sketching herself masturbating (how did she hold the pencil steady?) wasn't onanistic enough to put you off your copy of Art Now – Jasper Joffe has recently also concluded that l'art c'est moi. The man who painted Himmler in lush pastels is spending the rest of this week flogging all his possessions at the Shoreditch gallery. Childhood photos, big fuck-off TVs, love letters, toothbrushes, racist dolls – they've all have been divided into 33 lots, priced at £3333.33 apiece. Nice work, Jasper. He is doing this, he says, for two reasons. Reason one: he's 33. Jesus had been there, done that, and got crucified by that point. It's a pretty high peg to measure up to, he says. (Didn't tell him about Alexander the Great conquering the known world by 24.) Reason two: his girlfriend recently split up with him. So there's a certain amount of self-flagellation going on here.