Loose and casual graphic-blogging with random thoughts and links to interesting things.
Overcoming Creative Block in 10 Easy Steps
Oh My God! Look at this - a corpse.
A. Masutti,from I misteri di Roma contemporanea (The mysteries of contemporary Rome) vol. 1, author mentioned only by the initials G. S., Turin, 1861.
Why doesn’t stuff like this happen anymore? I want to come out of a public house with a foppish alderman and discover a crate overturned by callow youth, with a dead and turbaned Marat tumbling out of it.
Nowadays we just get dead probation officers in car trunks. Trite and derivative.
"tattooed Disney princess who is a villain."
I… am… so fucking sick of this ongoing obsession with Disney princesses. In the same way every actor feels they have to play a mentally disabled person to be taken seriously, every single graphic artist feels they have to put some wacky “spin” on the Disney princesses. They all think they’re reclaiming them, they all think they’re breathing new life into them, but it’s all just a bunch of guys drawing a bunch of misogynistic subjugation fantasies to wank off to. None of these princesses are ever strong, none are independent or self-determining; every single one is chattel, and every single graphic artist plies his hand at reaffirming this oppression with a slightly varied perspective. So fucking sick of it. There are so many millions of women in the world to be interested in, instead of the same 12 who are actually the same three.
We took taxi scooters to the Killing Fields on our first day in Phnom Penh. The way SE Asia treats scooter traffic is something I never got used to.
For most people, music is a way of life and Ed Piskor is no exception to the rule with his new graphic novel Hip Hop Family Tree (Vol. 1 is out now, Vol. 2 is available for pre-order through our Kickstarter!). Wear this shirt proudly because dammit, we’re turning the radio all the way up ($40, exclusively through our Kickstarter).
I’m the leader of the show
Keepin’ you on the go
But you know I can’t live without my radio