Yesterday morning, I awoke from a dream in which I was exchanging polite conversation with JG Thirlwell who was sitting in the same row at an auditorium, waiting for a gig to start. I figured out it was because his review of a Jan Terri concert was the last thing I read before going to sleep. That evening, instead of browsing Tumblr, I watched Downton Abbey on Netflix, and dreamed of being the pampered owner of a huge mansion, attended by servants. I had planned to watch something like The Avengers and see if I could acquire some superpowers for my next dream, but instead I saw this.
It doesn’t bode well. The macabre wit here is definitely aimed at grown-ups – especially those who aren’t particularly hoping for restful, pleasant dreams. Continue reading →
Basically, I suck at doing things. I’m great at going to the supermarket, shoving something in the oven for 20 minutes and serving it up on a plate, but just don’t ask me to make something. It turns out like that. Continue reading →
I have a wobbly headed Legolas doll in a box somewhere, an Evil Dead Ash and a few other bits and pieces stored away. I love merchandise, and always wanted Spaceballs: The Flamethrower as a kid. What I love less is how little these toys for grown-ups tend to resemble the characters that inspired them. I mean, they usually look like this:
Yeah, apparently that’s supposed to be Edward from Twilight. I doubt you’d get that if it wasn’t explained. Noel Cruz‘s version, by contrast … well, that looks a little more like Robert Pattinson. And by a little, I mean a lot. Continue reading →
And we’re back. Well, sort of. Still have a ton of software to install and things to update and whatnot. It’s my birthday today, so my grand plan is to kick back with a glass of wine and watch The Vampire Diaries (OMG! Elena!). Meanwhile, because I care (see my care face!), I’ll leave you with this funny post from Low Times listing some of the more stupid ideas for band t-shirts. Continue reading →
Looks like the computer will be out of action for a couple of weeks, so while we’re waiting, let’s enjoy some of the incredible body painting (not Photoshopped!) of Japanese artist Choo-San. Continue reading →
Today I’ve mostly been inspired by this fascinating article at The Verge on the history of photo manipulation. It marks a new exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City, which shows how trickery and clever retouches are as old as photography itself. The museum’s website says:
Faking It: Manipulated Photography Before Photoshop at The Metropolitan Museum of Art is the first major exhibition devoted to the history of manipulated photography before the digital age. Featuring some 200 visually captivating photographs created between the 1840s and 1990s in the service of art, politics, news, entertainment, and commerce, the exhibition offers a provocative new perspective on the history of photography as it traces the medium’s complex and changing relationship to visual truth.