A belated post.
Overheard:
"I'm just gonna attack a cop and get arrested!" - a youth
"Did you bring your gun?" "Nah." - two suburbanesque officers of the law
"What is NATO again? National..?" - a woman perusing the protesting crowd
"I am so disappointed that your generation can't do better..." - a man who has likely lived in Haight-Ashbury since the late 1960's
Some photos:
30 September 2012
16 August 2012
Do you like coffee?
Made some simple Twin Peaks (David Lynch, Mark Frost) posters after a rewatch marathon on Netflix (irony regarding previous post noted). The series was in HD, I really couldn't resist. Bonus points if you get every reference.
...and now some more! Couldn't resist.
Labels:
graphic design,
television
19 July 2012
15 July 2012
Addendum: The Rip Tide
The fact that Zach Condon likely denies the existence of the American Midwest and Southeast is frustrating no doubt, but he's almost made of for it with the latest music video off of The Rip Tide.
Houmam Abdallah's video is a striking companion to Beirut's titular track. Influenced by DalĂ, Seurat, and JMW Turner, the work, a living painting, is simple but stunning and I can't deny I've watched it on loop far too many times.
Not that you can ever have enough Beirut.
Houmam Abdallah's video is a striking companion to Beirut's titular track. Influenced by DalĂ, Seurat, and JMW Turner, the work, a living painting, is simple but stunning and I can't deny I've watched it on loop far too many times.
Not that you can ever have enough Beirut.
02 July 2012
Pedantic Social Commentary No. 5: The Netflix Prison.
Ranking amongst the greatest oxymorons of all time, likely
somewhere between airplane food and peace force, is television
marathon.
TV marathons are probably the furthest from actual physical
activity marathons that they can possibly get. Sure, in both cases your vision
probably gets a bit blurry, your muscles begin to ache, and you are somewhat
closer to death, but the similarities end there.
Personally, the blame falls on Netflix. To me it is the root
of all evil. The greatest catastrophe to hit already pop-culture satiated
plebeians of all time. The plastic shopping bag in a tree to my personal Liz
Lemon.
Netflix is the type of evil which reels you in with the
promise of all five million seasons of such and such with the simplest click of
a button. Then it… delivers. And soon enough you’ve opened the Pandora’s
Box of media overstimulation and you’re being uncannily accurately suggested
programs you forgot and/or never knew existed and your Netflix Instant Queue is
in the triple digits.
Some British TV program you vaguely remember enjoying years
ago? Seven seasons of god knows how many episodes? Sure. Whatever. Let’s go.
I should mention that there should really be a large
flashing neon sign of some sort presented to you when you press play on a show
of 5+ seasons that reads no stop it’s a trap. Because that’s what it is.
A trap. A sort of self-imposed prison of conveniently instant amusement that
pushes you more and more towards maximum security every time you press “next
episode”.
Before you know it “just a few episodes” has turned into “all
the episodes”. You’ve become one with your sofa. A box of gorgonzola chips
probably meant for 10 or more party guests is nearly empty and you’re sipping
from a plastic bottle of ginger ale like it’s one of those gerbil cage drinking
bottle things.
Eventually your net physical movement is reduced to the trifecta
of sofa-bathroom-fridge. You actually begin to practice one of the three songs
you know on ukulele in a futile attempt to restore your depth perception
because rubbing your eyes isn’t helping anymore. The narration of your thoughts
is suddenly in David Mitchell’s voice. You shut your blinds to the world because the glare is ruining your
picture. You’ve reached the ultimate stage of hermitude. Netflix has won.
In this state you can almost feel the sun’s rays desperately
grasping through the gaps in your blinds whispering come back I miss you
and the glaring lack of real social contact enveloping your black hole of a soul.
There’s this vague incipient sense of shame gnawing at you like a mosquito bite
on the back of your thigh that won’t go away.
And yet, you continue searching for new positions on the
sofa that don’t ache. You withdraw further and further into television until
you’re a dried husk of a human. You consume an amount of programming meant to
be spread out over actual human years in a 9-hour timespan.
Then, tragedy strikes. You stare at your screen blankly as
any semblance of willpower or purpose drains from your body. The carefully
constructed glass castle of entertainment and emergent self-loathing you’ve
built for yourself is shattered.
There’s no “next episode” button.
09 June 2012
Faux Mad Men Ads
Mad Men makes fake ad campaigns for a plethora of companies, so I figured why not make some fake ad campaigns for Mad Men itself. Featuring various products of actual and/or Mad Men universe fame, here are some faux magazine ads with whichever character (Betty, Don, Roger, Pete, Peggy, and Joan) and campaign seemed most... fitting. Esoteric plot-related quips included.
Labels:
graphic design,
mad men,
television
01 May 2012
Adventures in Archaic Film Technology
After cherishing the review and autofocus features on my digital camera, I somehow persuaded myself that a venture back into film was a good idea. So I found an old USSR-made Zenit TTL 1980 Olympic Edition, bought some (probably too much to be honest) expired Kodak 100 film, and tried it out. I would go into the trouble I had to go through to get it developed, but I'd rather not.
The first roll of film has all the markings of, well, a first roll of film with a "new" camera. Subject matter is inane, countless photos are out of focus, and a bunch are disgustingly grainy because somehow I decided that shooting in a dark library was a good idea. Here it is anyway.
The first roll of film has all the markings of, well, a first roll of film with a "new" camera. Subject matter is inane, countless photos are out of focus, and a bunch are disgustingly grainy because somehow I decided that shooting in a dark library was a good idea. Here it is anyway.
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