It’s not what you wear…
By Anna | September 29, 2009 | No Comments
I love independent designers. I’d kill to be able to make my own clothes. Like this dress for instance.
Gah. Via Suzabelle.
Ugh.
By Anna | September 29, 2009 | No Comments
This is the work of Vienna-based graphic designer Michael Paukner. His Flicker page is enormously entertaining and educational to look through. I would dearly covet a print of any of his pieces.
Ugh. I need to get to work apparently.
Fermented Female
By Anna | September 28, 2009 | No Comments
She fly, she’s fab, and she’ll drink you under the table and beat you down with her knowledge of all things beer.
The Fermented Female
Enchanting…
By Anna | September 28, 2009 | No Comments
If you live in New Mexico and you’ve never bothered to get up at the crack of dawn to take photographs in the late winter or early autumn (ahem…now) then you’ve missed out on something truly spectacular. Every day I appreciate the desert a little more. I wish I could think of some way to incorporate it into my work…. (more on that later)
Anyone down for a late night/early morning photo expedition into the desert? Get the sunset and sunrise in one go?
Greater.Paper
By Anna | September 28, 2009 | No Comments
This unusually and obnoxiously large photograph depicts a project very near and dear to the hearts of two editors for this very blog. That’s right, we exist in the real world! But as we really like the internet, we’re selling it there. Visit our Etsy store where you’ll find this stunning handmade zine, as well as a bunch of other cool shit. (rounded corners?! you’ve got to be shitting me!)
In addition, we have a lot of projects in the works, most of which you will be able to purchase in some form or another via the aforementioned store. (such as, hand printed posters, bandannas, printed matchbooks…the stuff you need)
thinking problem
By Kervin | September 28, 2009 | No Comments
…the nineties were the shit. that’s what this blog is about, yeah? pogo sticks and roos, ecstasy was harmless, and bands jammed. the. fuck. out. the president silently carpet-bombed third-world countries in-between BJs, and us kids broke our legs thanks to bikes (timeless), rollerblades (outmoded), and scooters (’member those?). a cold war was over, a quiet war was drawing to a close, and the homeland was neons, all pinks and greens– yellow tie, red suspenders, blue shirts. 50k by the year, mortgage in a small town, clean drinking water, river a block away.
i’ve got bittersweet symphony ringing in my ears and i can smell the leaves in my treetops, hear the rope gouging lines in the trunk as sis and i pass mac ‘n cheese between our castles in the sky. this is long before i broke my wrist, took a hit, popped my cherry, dropped out and submitted. and it’s got me wondering when and where i’ll be in my next tree…
this is all easier to recall than eight hours ago, when i sat on the floor and listened to an album (THE album) and fell in the hole in my head. i think i will draw something about escapism on 24-hour comics day.
I Got That Shit Workin, Dawg
By admin | September 28, 2009 | 1 Comment
This is the Metro. I am not in focus.
This was a fun time in my life. Here is something else:
Exactly what every mother wants to see.
