I picked up this bizarre playmobil set at my neighbourhood toy store for ten dollars. I love the lime green suits, the skull and cross bones on the leaky barrel, and the scary, post-apocalyptic skies overhead. It's every four-year-old's dream toy.
All-time favourite zine cover: "I'M GOING TO THE STORE NOW; THE NEW '90s NIGHTMARE."
I used to be a big zine guy back in the 90's. I made zines (Puck Bunny), collected zines, and spent many blustery Toronto weekends puttering around zine fairs in vintage wool. Over the years, I've discarded most of my zine collection, because, well, they were boring and ugly. But one zine that has survived these purges is "I'M GOING TO THE STORE NOW."
It's a classic. Probably the best single zine cover ever.
I love the name. It taxidermies an everyday phrase, and leaves it haunted...
Rodney And Geoffrey visit Nike Air Force One in his Crystalline Lair
Nike Canada commissioned me to create this short film to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the legendary Air Force One shoe at Resfest last year. The drawings were animated by Mr. Les Solis, while Toronto hip hop maven Kardinal Offishall brewed up the beats.
"Bugs Rock" wins Gold at the Digital Marketing Awards
Ad agency Lowe Roche picked up a gold medal this week at the Digital Marketing Awards for the Toronto Zoo Bugzibitz website, which features a short film I directed. The film tells the story of Jeb, a young Madagascar hissing cockroach who must leave his island home to take part in the exhibtion. As Jeb says, he's "kind of a big deal."
Look for a cameo appearance from a thirsty scorpion...
Former Child Star Chairry Found Abandoned in Brooklyn Alleyway
At the height of her career, Chairry was a star. She was a friend to Pee Wee, a confident to Cowby Curtis, and a lover to Jombi.
On many occasions The King of Cartoons fell drunk into her tender embrace, but she was so much more than a place to sit. No one had more passion for the Word Of The Day than Chairry.
Chairry's story is yet another reminder of the meat grinder that is the children's entertainment industry. One day they're making plaster molds of your face for Arbie's cups, the next you're snorting meth with Bob Sagat behind a Santa Monica Waffle House.
What set her off on this collision course with the underworld? Was it the wrongful ostracizing of her dearest friend Paul Reubens? Or was this was Chairry's destiny?
As she always said "it's better to burn out than to Faye Dunaway."
Here are some drawings of my new buddies at Sleeper, the film company repping me in the US. I did some arts for their new website, which I think is pretty darn slick. Speaking of sleepers, I drafted Jaroslav Hlinka in the 10th and final round of my hockey pool Tuesday. It was a gamble... but he looked brilliant on a line with Statsny and Brunette last night. Gotta love the sleepers.
Rick Letinsky and Marko Kapanen. Drama on (and off) the Ice.
Rick Letinsky and Marko Kapanen had sparred their entire careers and were no strangers to the rough stuff. But in game six of the 1983 Mid-western Hockey League finals, the rivalry turned ugly. They hacked, chopped and speared each other for sixty minutes. They fought three times - twice on the ice and once in the dressing room corridor. It wasn't until 12 years later, in Letinsky's book Blades of Steel, Fists of Fire that fans learned what really happened that night. The clash had nothing to do with hockey, and everything to do with a three-way phone conversation between Letinsky's uncle, Kapanen's sister, and Ansii Suhonen, enigmatic commissioner of teh Finnish Elite League.
Revered art director Brian Morgan recently commissioned this pack of drawings for Royalcon 2007, a Montreal gamer's convention, now in its second year. It was a strange assingment because I never actually got my mitts on the script (click on the image to cycle through the art). Despite this, I've determined the storyline goes something like this: duing the Expo '67 dig, a subterrainian monster lair is roused. Ungodly beasts are unleashed. The beasts take control of the city, and cause humans a lot of problems for several decades. There is a resistance against the beast-lords, but all efforts to topple their heartless regime are futile. Humanity looks to be doomed. But in the bowels of a Montreal-area technical college, a super-ape has developed a potion (which happens to share several chromosones with poutine) that, if dispensed in the core of Beast-Lord's nervous centre (let's call it a the hive) could save the great frozen metropolis. The game starts here.
Pen Club. Or, There Ain't No Party Like a Pen Club Party
So I've strong-armed my way into Pen Club - a gathering of Toronto illustration A-listers. The monthly meeting was founded by Steve Wilson, Aaron Leighton and Clayton Hanmer, among others. Pen Club is the perfect intersection of art and beer. It's a chance for those who draw to do so in public, instead of in their dank basements. Out of the dungeon, into the glaring, burning light of day, as they say. It's great to draw with these guys cus they're so damn talented. In fact, callling each other talented is a big part of pen club. We all take turns looking at each other's sketchbooks, saying things like: You, sir, are an effing genius.
I picked up this bizarre playmobil set at my neighbourhood toy store for ten dollars. I love the lime green suits, the skull and cross bones on the leaky barrel, and the scary, post-apocalyptic skies overhead. It's every four-year-old's dream toy.
