I just scanned a bunch of new collages. See them here on Flickr.

Repost from old blog, 10/9/2006

“In countries like the U.S. and Great Britain, we exist in a wholly sexualized culture, where everything from cars to snack food are sold with a healthy slathering of sex to make them more commercially appealing. But if you’re using sex to sell sneakers, then you’re not just selling sneakers, you’re selling sex as well, and you’re contributing to the sexual temperature of society. You’re going to get people who, unsurprisingly, become overheated in that kind of sexual environment, and if they attempt to assuage their desires by resorting to the widely available medium of pornography, they’re going to have their moment of gratification, and then they’re going to have a much longer period of self-loathing, disgust, shame and embarrassment. It’s almost like a kind of a reverse Skinner-box experiment, where once the rat has pushed the lever and successfully received the food, then he gets the electric shock.”
–Alan Moore

I just finished reading Alan Moore and Melinda Gebbie’s incredible graphic novel Lost Girls. I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect from this book, even though I was intrigued after reading interviews with Moore (the quote below is from a wonderful interview with the Onion AV Club, and I urge you to read it because it nearly blew my mind). Being somewhat of a [novice] student of erotica, though, I had to pick it up.

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See my Flickr stream for more.

I loved this Keith Schofield-directed video for the Charlotte Gainsbourg/Beck collaboration “Heaven Can Wait” as soon as I saw it.  But today I became annoyed after reading this interview with Shoefield on Pitchfork, where he states that the inspiration for it came from the images he discovered and appropriated from sites like ffffound.com and various Tumblr blogs.

The problem is that – surprise – somebody actually created the images that he appropriated, in particular these two images from an artist previously unknown to me, William Hundley:

Thing is, these two images clearly stood out to me from the rest in the video, which says something about the potency of one’s imagination or lack thereof.  But there’s another level here.  I myself have a Tumblr blog, and I follow quite a few of them.  It really is its own sort of world, a saturation of images without context or cohesion.  It’s interesting that Shofield decided to run with that concept, but the problems that resulted are one and the same with the problems I have with most Tumblr blogs that seem to have no interest in the source of an image.  So yeah, it’s an image of a skateboard on cheeseburgers – but somebody took the time to create this thing, to buy the cheeseburgers, to stack them, to plop a skateboard on top of them.  There’s real intent behind it, and to assume it just exists and belongs to the world is sort of arrogant and dismissive.

I don’t know.  I do the same thing, really, when I steal images I “find” on Google Image Search to illustrate blog posts.  Really, it’s the way things are headed.  Authorship, as far as images are concerned, is this passe thing.  It’s weird, is all I’m saying, and it makes me uncomfortable.

I still think it’s a great video, and Schofield’s other work is worth checking out, too. Here’s two more:

These went out with my Kickstarter rewards.

October Country, Donal Mosher

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Last year I discovered that my late great uncle, who I never met, was an amazing artist and illustrator. His last name is the same as mine and his first name starts with an “F” and ends with a “rank.” In the interest of keeping relatives away from my pornography (not that I try all that hard to hide my identity, but whatever) I’m not posting any links to sites that reference his work, but feel free to Google, there’s a great Flickr stream dedicated to his stuff (which is where I culled these images).

Some of these files are quite large, so if you have a slow connection you may not want to click.  I also posted a couple of my favorite details from the cutaways, but WordPress keeps fucking up the order of my photos so it’s not immediately clear to which illustration they relate, but I’m sure you can figure it out:

Repost from old blog, 6/17/2007

I don’t think I’ve ever offended my boyfriend in quite the same way as when I confessed to him my attraction to this cartoon propane tank (above).  He’s just my type – a short, stacked little tank of a dude.  You can see him flaunting his decidedly sexy arms and legs at your local Sunoco gas station.   (more…)