The finest.

Going back to school. Gotta bulk up my folio. I really feel like some dessert. Perhaps chocolate mousse or some form of pudding with cream.

Back to school.

Some snaps from travels and life.

Ghostvans.

Cows & paddocks, June 07.

Saving the cashmoneys.

Here are a few things that arrived in the mail today from Little Paper Planes, taken with my poor excuse for a camera. It will soon evolve into a brand spanking new toy. Well not it, literally, but you know. Anyway this print is rad:


This calendar is also rad, all paper models and shiz:







Last but not least for tonight, I picked up this brochure in Mexico. It's all about warning Mexicans of the dangers of crossing the desert to get to the States.



Don't accept rides in closed vans without ventilation, okay.

Keep pushing forward.

Did LC really go behind Audrina's back and hook up with JustinBobby?

The bouquet residence.

Watercolour initiation.

Nostalgia.

Today I'm reminiscing. Forgive me.

A couple of quotes I don't want to forget:
"Sidewalk faggot motherfucker", courtesy of a San Franciscan bum.
"She was older than you, but she was still good-looking!" Courtesy of a domestic on Kearny St, San Francisco.
"Something funky with skin on top." Courtesy of a song playing in the Pacific Tradewinds Guesthouse, San Francisco. Not exactly sure what he's singing about, but sure doesn't sound appetising.
"The Sugar Loathhh," courtesy of our Rio tour guide, wo/man.

"Fez? What the hell is in Fez? That's for her to find out."

I want to raise my kids in San Francisco. Hopefully it'll still be standing in 10 years time. Hopefully the Giants will have won a game or two by then.

Stop pissing on the trees. If I'd known, I would have been there years ago.

Sketchy.

A few drawings. Inspiration from the least expected.

Some more snaps from that trip.

Stairway to heaven.

Heating in the highest city in the world.

Bird man.