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i totally remember the vials of blood thing and how she was portrayed as all dark and gothy for so long. ridiculous.
the same article discussed the time she made out with her brother, but probably everybody remembers that well enough without my help.
once in a great while, someone who basically looked exactly like this would come in wearing latex dental hygiene gloves. he had an incredible, booming radio-ready baritone announcer voice and he would call out:
EXCUSE ME
WOULD YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHERE YOUR
GROO COMICS
ARE LOCATED
so i’d take him over to the dark horse back issues and he’d spend an hour or two rifling through every groo issue we had (a part of the inventory that probably very rarely fluctuated), sometimes buy something, say
THANK YOU
and leave. that’s a pretty good one.
i have this conflict with art like that, where academically i think he’s terrific, and my gut impulse is that his art is really cool, but his production came from a much deeper and more painful place than trying to put on a sexy performance for people like me, so i try really hard to be thoughtful about why i like him. and i’ll get back to you when i have a decent answer formulated.
Lala, Paranoid Apartment, 2013
I love it when artists step outside of their comfort zones and try something challenging. With this new comic from Lala, she accomplishes this by forcing herself to work with more of a structure on the page. By placing the restriction of a grid on her comic for the first time, Lala is more creative with less freedom and she excels at this. The textures and distortions compliment the ordered grid and there are often multiple, interesting visual ideas within one panel.
The story follows a woman who is crippled by anxiety, wondering what will kill her first–the ceiling caving in over her bed, the kitchen knife, the slippery bathroom floor? Her anxiety seems to manifest itself into a ghost which haunts her own apartment and the new subletter. Anxiety is a cruel beast that can feel independent from yourself–like a specter following you and taking advantage of your weakest moments. Even moments free from debilitating fear carry the possibility of a visit. This sense of foreboding is clearly displayed throughout the piece.
I’ve been following Lala’s work now for practically a decade and this feels like (another) huge step forward.
You can purchase here, from Sacred Prism.
Started a new tumblr - thoughts and quotes and reviews and ideas.
(via gangbangbong)
people who don’t understand that you have to ride your bike in the direction of traffic and obey lights and signs like a car.
there’s alarmingly little wrong with him, and two out of those three things would be just fine anyway.
i’m trying to get him some sock garters.
i wear glasses so im a hipster.
yeah, exactly. i used to have this friend (emphasis on the past tense) who would go to town on me all the time for being a hipster. like, i didn’t even have to DO anything and i’d hear “YOU FUCKING HIPSTER” appended to whatever he was saying to me. the thing that bothered me about it was not the accusation of tackiness and superficiality; it was that i firmly do not enjoy the fruits of being hip. in virtually every scenario i’ve been the friend in the group who has to wait at the end of the bar to see if anyone else is NOT getting laid tonight so do i have to wait for anybody or can i go home yet, i don’t have any type of special information on what bands or artists or whatever are good and i don’t go see any unless i’m dragged, and at that specific time of my life i spent pretty much every waking hour in my unfurnished linoleum-lined apartment, miles from anything to do or anywhere to go, having arguments with my cat. also it bothered me that if he thinks i’m a stupid fucking pretentious anything, why is he hanging out with me? so i put a stop to that.
