The MoMA is having an exhibit of Tim Burton’s works- some personal, professional, some just plain crazy. And you know how I like my artists. I’m going to try to figure out a day and time when I can go and see it- unfortunately I’m not a MoMA member & it’s a special exhibit so I’ll have to pay the $20 for a ticket. Grumble.
HOWEVER I just found out that Burton has the EXACT SAME BIRTHDAY as me. August 25th! He is in the company of both myself and Sean Connery. How awesome a group is THAT?
Was a blast. As evidenced by my halfway demolished tennis shoes.
I spotted this on the side of a random building in Williamsburg back in ‘08 when I was headed to BK Adorned. Not only is it an homage to what was in my opinion one of the best cartoons on Fox, but it’s a really great multimedia piece. Each character is a separate piece, and the grass is totally astroturf. Fun!
But also very, very weird. What can I even do with it, without the people I’d need to converse with the most? Oh me, oh my.
Drew this with markers a while back. Then ended up using part of it for this blog. Yipee!
The website, it is up, and updated! Please visit it when you get a chance. 
http://mox-box.com
Dear Guy at the Taco Bell:
Hi. It’s nice to see you. Yes, I’m back within a week of my last visit, unfortunately I can’t stay away from those ridiculously large pepsis and hard shell tacos. I don’t know if it’s the mystery meat or the shredded low-quality cheddar cheese but something about the food here has a hold on me.
Note that I said the food. Despite what you may believe, it is not you nor is it your awkward brand of charm that brings me back month after month for a regular dose of poor choices. I don’t flirt with you, in fact I try to do everything humanly possible to not seem like I’m flirting with you. I purposefully wipe off any trace of lip gloss and furrowing my brow a few seconds too long- yet still you wink at me and give me confusing nicknames (Redkey? …What??).
I tell myself: Self, relax. This guy couldn’t give three flying fannys about you and he’s probably like this with everyone. Except everyone doesn’t get the wink. Everyone doesn’t get stared at with the eye that isn’t wandering off while outside of the “restaurant.”
So I ask you please, Guy at the Taco Bell- leave me alone. Stop flirting. I am not interested. I only want my food, not your company, and you have long ago crossed the line between casual polite conversation and straight up creepiness.
Don’t make me have to relegate myself to that McDonald’s on 145th.
I appreciate a little crazy in my artists. And by “a little,” I mean “a lot.”
These are from artist L. Filipe dos Santos‘ series named “See . Saw.” A very interesting start to some beautiful illustrations.
Kinda weird, mostly cool- these Victorian illustration inspired sailor silhouette earrings can be found here.
