94 vacant

shall we play NAME THAT MOVIE again? this one is so obvious...
I thought something halloweenesque would be appropriate.

untill last year I was revolted that we, northern catholic europe would sell our tradition to the american merchandising of halloween. actually halloween did not sell well this year. less and less every year.
now that I'm old and tired, I felt comfort from the candles and pumpkins on the neigboors doorstep. maybe because after a week at the job I feel like a zombie myself. maybe because tonight is the night to remember ghosts and lost relatives.

happy halloween. (I just wish all those anoying kids would dissapear)

illustration friday 93 - REPAIR

let's play NAME THAT MOVIE


yes I know I realise nobody never even try to play along but never mind, it feeds my superiority complex.
winner wins.. heeee... I don't know. what do you want ?

some help:
- the name of that movie is also the name of the album of one of my all time favorite band.
- It's not a walt disney production.

not much fun

i just realised nature needs more black in the background.

92 late

oh well, I just changed my mind.
you tell the story around this one, best story around wins a book in french. we ship worldwide.

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IllustrationFriday 91: Strings

I need to learn how to draw lines with this thing and stop finding excuses to make a mess.


It's saterday morning now and we are having an open doors day. people should start visiting within a quarter. We invited all the people we know (some I haven't seen for the last 10 years) in the new house and prepared enough food to hold a siege for a week or more.
Being the social clown that I am, I already regret it and am entering now in a pernicious state of cold panic. You can't really get drunk at a 10am brunch can you?
arh.

no new music this week. tell me if you got some.

90 sugary - illustration friday

on nights like tonight I like to cure my abandonment neurosis by getting wasted.
in summer one of my favorite wasting way is big glass of cheap vodka, sugar cane sirup, half a mister freeze and some of the candy my girlfriend brings home from her work (she works with what might be considered abandonned kids and they sell candy to raise money for the institution), fresh and soft.
the sugar makes the alcohol pop in your brain like there is no tomorrow.
bad thing is there alway IS a tomorrow.


alternativly I miss the north african bakeries we had in our old cheap neigborhood, they sell honey filled bakkery to die for. you know it's wrong but you just can't help it.