At The End Of A Week, Sometimes You Just Need To Get Airborne.
At the end of a week, sometimes you just need to get Airborne.
More Posts from Austineustice and Others
I’ve unsubscribed (I use this word loosely, in a non-factual manner) from Apple emails no fewer than 15 times in the past few years. It has not yet stuck, but I hope that someday I’ll at least stop getting the internal memos.
I have begun the Super Trip, wherein myself and two friends travel from Seattle to Los Angeles via car and bicycle. The first day wasn’t so exciting because it involved getting to JFK, sitting in an aeroplane for 6 hours then settling in at the friend’s apartment in Seattle. There is so much to come on this trip, and I plan to post some drawings.
Season 3 Episode 5 in which a man in the electric chair promises to exact revenge on the heads of 5 men who have wronged him in his final years on death row. Seemingly reincarnated as a string of larvae - fly - man, Napoleon “Neech” Manley makes good on his hit list.
This is part of an ongoing project to catalogue the villains from the television series X Files. Check out the others here!
Some rough dino illustrations for a wood block puzzle project my girlfriend put together for a little one in our life.
Another gig poster for the now Chicago-based DJ Lani Love. I like them all, but this one might be my favorite. This one is up before the event, do you live in Chicago? cuz this bar is in a bank vault...
And a close up on the face without text:
Been reading a bunch of books from the Parker series. They are excellent, no-nonsense crime books about one hard hombre. I had a little difficulty coming up with a design that worked, because he is described in one way, but reads in another. Described in the first book as:
Big and shaggy, with flat square shoulders. His hands, swinging curve-fingered at his sides, looked like they were molded of brown clay by a sculptor who thought big and liked veins. His hair was brown and dry and dead, blowing around his head like a poor toupee about to fly loose. His face was a chipped chunk of concrete, with eyes of flawed onyx. His mouth was a quick stroke, bloodless.
Throughout the books, he seems to get a bit more charming and attractive to women (maybe a bit of the Bond progression, from blank mold to a model man's man). I went with a more grizzled look, huge hands and an overall brutish appearance. Characters often call him the meanest man they've ever met, but he's just brutally principled and a fun character to read because of it.
Twiggy & Harry - log pals.
Bliizzard
I’ve developed a new system for numbering severe winter storms. It is very logical and looks pretty awesome. Going out on a limb here and pre-calling tonight’s snow the second winter’s blizzard. With my system you can give every storm the non-anonymous respect it deserves. I hope there is The Bliiizzard later this winter.
On Mustaches
During May, my friend and I entered into a collaborative competition of mustaches. We both vowed to grow a stache and it turned out to be a good time because neither of us really needed to be seen by anybody potentially important for about the whole month*. The first few days were easy because I don’t like shaving and only do so every three days. After a week, it got pretty hard. Anyone with sparse facial hair will know the embarrassment and overall badlooks of a thin beard. It wasn’t for a few weeks that I could shave and have my face noticeably be-stached. Once this happened the hardtimes got worse, because I looked very much like a guy who is up to no good - but I powered through, growing the heck out of this rough stuff. I ended Mustache May with a serious fumanchu. Since the end of the month, though, I’ve been unable to shave it completely off. I even went so far as to allow myself a small soul-patch and it concerns me. I took inspiration from a French zombie movie where my darkened, Parisian doppelgänger had a superlative handlebar with flavor-saver. We’ll see where my facial hair takes me. For now, have a look at the evolution.
* we can argue about how you can meet someone important at any time, but this really was a long shot considering what we were doing and where we were.
