The Sinister House of Secret Love. (Available at ebay.)
I really hate not posting things, so I posted this??? Anwyays, this comic will be printed in As You Were #3 curated by Mitch Clem! You’d better check it out because it’s awesome! You can find a recent kind of rudimentary page for As You Were here so yeah check it out! I’ll make a post when this issue comes out as well. But these are great and have lots of cool folks involved so you should check ‘em out
Today fashion mentor Tim Gunn (pictured here with Heidi Klum) speaks to Fresh Air about his life before Project Runway, including his painful adolescence. Here he talks about how his mother was always critical of his look, even after he became a well known fashion consultant:
"Even having ascended to the position of chair of the fashion design department [at Parsons], having become the mentor on Project Runway, my mother was still so critical of what I would wear. She would be critical of what I would wear on the show, in fact she would call afterward and say, ‘Why did they let you wear such-and-such, that tie didn’t look good with that shirt!’ And then I remember so profoundly, going to her home for Thanksgiving and walking through the front door and she looked me up and down and she said studying me with little squinty eyes, she said ‘Why can’t you dress more like Mitt Romney?’”
Gwen Stefani getting Sting’s autograph in 1983.
It was a totally fair question for a six year old. I meant business, though.
One of the themes for Sketch Dailies last week was Jessica Rabbit. I was trying to think of what to do that wasn’t too obvious. I remembered this story from when i was a kid and did this for my daily sketch! If you’re not already following along with Sketch Dailies i highly recommend it. Lots of inspiring artists and all are welcome!
Pictured below, photographic evidence of 6 year-old me totally working it. Note that my hair has been blown out and SPRAYED (not dyed) pink.
So I went to a movie theatre. I sat down, and two rows in front of me was my family. All four of us, the backs of our heads, including mine, just sitting in front of a blank screen. I could see myself very clearly: it was second-grade me, seven years old. How do I know it was second-grade me? I know because it was a dream.
They were talking but I couldn’t hear any words. I leaned forward in my seat to catch a better glimpse of second-grade me’s profile. And there I was: my nose, my boring brown eyes, my hair in a ponytail, my pale skin, my freckles—it was me.
My family disappeared, so I decided to go talk to second-grade me. I sat down in the movie seat next to her and looked at her face. She sat on her knees in the chair and turned her body towards me, closely examining my face. She yawned. I could see her teeth. Oh my god, those are my teeth. I was too terrified to speak. What if I disappoint her, I am going to be so disappointing to her. Please don’t ask about the future, please don’t ask about the future, please don’t ask about the future. She reached out and touched my hair.
“Your hair is fancy,” she said.
“Thank you,” I said. “I didn’t wash it today.”
I woke up before either of us could ask any questions.
Nose art concepts for The Clone Wars’ Republic Gunships.
“There’s a giant robot directing traffic in Congo.” Here’s video:
~~ THE BATMAN ~~
Concept/Art by Francesco Francavilla
Batman © 2014 DC Comics
We were playing Cards Against Humanity and this card came up so naturally I did the thing.