Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Yeah, I know this shit's tearing into my sidebar . . .
It's another design job. This is for a literary magazine called "Air in the Paragraph Line", deadlined for July 1st (I'm early for once). The theme was "Insanity". It took me a while to come up with a subject for Insanity that wasn't tired or cliche. I decided that "insanity" is how far you stray from the rest of the tribe. If the whole tribe is loony, then the sane person is the crazy one.
At first I was gonna have a single, unique person graphically breaking the pattern made by a large group where every individual looked identical. When I saw the group without the break, I realized it portrayed a very different flavor of insanity that terrified me much more than the "lone dude in the crowd" idea.
Yeah, those are copyright-non-infringment-style mickey mouse hats, USA camo and mickey's giant, yellow buttons.
But I mostly like the Choke Cola.
At first I was gonna have a single, unique person graphically breaking the pattern made by a large group where every individual looked identical. When I saw the group without the break, I realized it portrayed a very different flavor of insanity that terrified me much more than the "lone dude in the crowd" idea.
Yeah, those are copyright-non-infringment-style mickey mouse hats, USA camo and mickey's giant, yellow buttons.
But I mostly like the Choke Cola.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Bring the heat!
You can't fight the heat. You can crank the AC, but then when you leave the house you're just twice as miserable.
Bask in it. Wear it like a pair of panda-skin chaps. Strut in it like you're wading through boiling molassas in those crazy-assed toe socks that make your feet sweat even in the Dead of Winter.
"Sweat" is the new "wet". cut off the sleeves, cut of the legs and shake up that Sun Tea jug full of mojitos. . . and don't skimp on the rum.
Bask in it. Wear it like a pair of panda-skin chaps. Strut in it like you're wading through boiling molassas in those crazy-assed toe socks that make your feet sweat even in the Dead of Winter.
"Sweat" is the new "wet". cut off the sleeves, cut of the legs and shake up that Sun Tea jug full of mojitos. . . and don't skimp on the rum.