I saw some dude on the subway who looked like a Dan Clowes drawing. Like, exactly.
Not Ice Haven/Boring era Clowes, more like pre-Ghost World/Lloyd Llewellen era.
Stick-out ears. Prominent front teeth. Small pointed nose. Bulging watery eyes locked in a nervous/panicked expression.
I asked him to marry me.
I’m still working days at an ad agency in mid town, so the interesting illustrations have taken a backseat lately. I also can’t update my blog at work (I forgot the password… not any jobly prohibition).If I get that together maybe they’ll be more updates… so look forward to that three blog readers and various Apiary-linked passers-by.
A pretty slavish vector recreation of Edvard Munch’s “Madonna” for a flyer job. This is the first part of a virtual collage (they’ll be a texture over it and other elements—type, etc), so I haven’t deviated much from the original at this stage, except to make it shinier. Thanks, CS2 blur filter.
This will be my Xmas card when it’s done.
This is NOT from the Scared of Santa gallery below, but rather something I found on Flickr by searching “santa” and “crying”. I still have some details to add, but I really like how superflat and monotone everything is, even in the original photo is. And that creepy faceless santa with a blank expression; priceless.
I also wanted to adapt this family’s xmas photo from 1977, maybe as a cartoonier illustration. I’m trying to drop this photo-based jazz as a style, I think it’s really “done.”
Suck it, grandma.
Battle of the color blocks!
I’ve been freelancing during the day for the last three weeks at an ad agency. Just like my last (limited) full time employment, there’s far more “waiting” time than working time, though at the ad agency most days there’s a mad crush of this-must-be-done-and-in-switzerland-by-breakfast work at like 5 PM, making most everyone stay until 10 or 11 or Midnight randomly. So… it is what it is.
I’ve been taking little flyer jobs and what not, mostly to fill up downtime so I don’t get too bitter and resentful that I’m not at home watching my Prisoner of Second Avenue netflix that just came.
(I had a delightful experience of irony opening a netflix rental of Casino Royale (Peter Sellers/David Niven/Orson Welles/Burt Bacharach score) and have the envelope inside plastered with new Casino Royale. I hope Woody Allen reprises his role in the remake. I actually think he should reprise all of his original comic roles now. Seing a frail elderly Woody jumping around in Take The Money And Run 2 can’t be any worse that whatever Woody Allen Summer Project 2007 will end up being. I’m just saying.)
(Another heavily ironic experience was walking by the newly opened Cafe Fuego and seeing billows of black smoke and flames pouring out of the patio. Their jack-o-lantern got away from them and legitimized the name of the place.)
Anyway, this is a new business card commissioned by Nate Shelkey. If you want to see the back, you’ll have to have some business with him and exchange cards.
Now to get Simon-ized with The P of 2nd A.
Dumb audience! This time last year, my co-production of The First Steps was the “top failed pilot” at 102 (top loser, you mean) and killed by three stupid votes.
Now, yesterday, the same thing happened again with Good Taste. Good Taste, aside from being a million times better than First Steps, seemed to go over better than some shows that placed above it in the laughs-per-minute tally. My conclusion—Audience be stupid. And they hate fine dining. And mimes and ghosts.
Now off to make my movie-of-the-week heartstring tugger Being Glenn, about a child molestor who works at an elite New England prep school.
First, the bad news… there will be no Captain Conspiracy this month at 102… despite that graphic telling you otherwise below. For reasons why, ask me in person as they are potentially slanderous and not fit for googled blog entries.
The GOOD NEWS is GOOD TASTE, my other 102 submission is IN, but definitely probably a hard sell for the audience, unless a particularly snobby New York Times Sunday Styles-reading crew packs the audience. So, if you like ME (and the New York Times Sunday Styles section), you should come and vote for it blindly.
CHANNEL 102
Monday, Nov. 6th, 8pm at Tribeca Cinemas ($5)
