Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends,
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh, yes he is.
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comicsalliance:

REVIVAL, REINVENTION, RESURRECTION: THE POWER OF GREAT SUPERHERO COSTUME DESIGN
By Andrew Wheeler
A great costume can make readers hungry for more.
…I like this costume so much that, even before the Spider-Gwen issue of Edge of Spider-Verse comes out, I know I want Gwen back and kicking ass in this costume.
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Andrew writes compellingly about something I’ve also been feeling.  I have three-quarters of an abandoned blog post saved somewhere about my suspicion of a comics audience that, due to the broken economy of the pre-order system, is asked to fall in love with hype over content as viewed through the lens of the pre-release Batgirl of Burnside fandom.  I like the creators involved with the Batgirl reboot and I’ve pre-ordered it, but I find myself mystified at fan-art and cosplay and acts of devotion toward a character that, as far as the audience is concerned, doesn’t really exist yet.  I find myself uneasy around fans who are willing to pledge themselves so fervently to an idea that has yet to actually be made tangible.  Isn’t this surely the easiest way to breed disappointment?
And yet, I love, love, love the Spider-Gwen outfit.  I can’t explain it.  I have no vested interest in the current Spidey storylines and only a passing awareness of the Spider-Verse event (as an old Spider-Ham reader and watcher of The Electric Company, I can’t help but be mildly intrigued), but due to the presence of Spider-Gwen, I am on board.  I find myself interpreting character from the slightest gestures of preliminary drawings and fawning over the essentialist design and hoping against hope that the execution will somehow match the vaporware I’ve concocted in my head.

comicsalliance:

REVIVAL, REINVENTION, RESURRECTION: THE POWER OF GREAT SUPERHERO COSTUME DESIGN

By Andrew Wheeler

A great costume can make readers hungry for more.

…I like this costume so much that, even before the Spider-Gwen issue of Edge of Spider-Verse comes out, I know I want Gwen back and kicking ass in this costume.

READ MORE

Andrew writes compellingly about something I’ve also been feeling.  I have three-quarters of an abandoned blog post saved somewhere about my suspicion of a comics audience that, due to the broken economy of the pre-order system, is asked to fall in love with hype over content as viewed through the lens of the pre-release Batgirl of Burnside fandom.  I like the creators involved with the Batgirl reboot and I’ve pre-ordered it, but I find myself mystified at fan-art and cosplay and acts of devotion toward a character that, as far as the audience is concerned, doesn’t really exist yet.  I find myself uneasy around fans who are willing to pledge themselves so fervently to an idea that has yet to actually be made tangible.  Isn’t this surely the easiest way to breed disappointment?

And yet, I love, love, love the Spider-Gwen outfit.  I can’t explain it.  I have no vested interest in the current Spidey storylines and only a passing awareness of the Spider-Verse event (as an old Spider-Ham reader and watcher of The Electric Company, I can’t help but be mildly intrigued), but due to the presence of Spider-Gwen, I am on board.  I find myself interpreting character from the slightest gestures of preliminary drawings and fawning over the essentialist design and hoping against hope that the execution will somehow match the vaporware I’ve concocted in my head.

Google Image “More Sizes” search for a portrait of Audrey Hepburn to try and establish the original photographer.  What’s that the kids say? “Go home, Google, you’re drunk.”

Google Image “More Sizes” search for a portrait of Audrey Hepburn to try and establish the original photographer.  What’s that the kids say? “Go home, Google, you’re drunk.”

—Wish I Was Here (dir. Zach Braff), 2014.
Declared by Vulture to be the "Zach Braff-iest" moment in Braff’s new Kickstartered film, I have to agree, but in the best way: one of the marvelous things about Garden State was the way in which it was clearly a compilation of a notebook of honest found-item moments from life strung together through the vehicle of a character.  This moment from Wish I Was Here also reached out and grabbed me as being Ziggy enough to incur ridicule from some quarters but real enough to have come from Braff’s card file.  Braff, or his P.R. folks, are curating ready-to-be-shared GIFs on the film’s website, under the sub-page “I Loved It When”.  If they’d included this image, that would have been my ILIW from WIWH. YKWIM?

Wish I Was Here (dir. Zach Braff), 2014.

Declared by Vulture to be the "Zach Braff-iest" moment in Braff’s new Kickstartered film, I have to agree, but in the best way: one of the marvelous things about Garden State was the way in which it was clearly a compilation of a notebook of honest found-item moments from life strung together through the vehicle of a character.  This moment from Wish I Was Here also reached out and grabbed me as being Ziggy enough to incur ridicule from some quarters but real enough to have come from Braff’s card file.  Braff, or his P.R. folks, are curating ready-to-be-shared GIFs on the film’s website, under the sub-page “I Loved It When”.  If they’d included this image, that would have been my ILIW from WIWH. YKWIM?

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MERRY’S MLF DANCE CARD SCAVENGER HUNT c.2003
Back in the early days of this century, myself and a few internet weirdos who hung around Kelly Sue DeConnick’s then extant Delphi forum used to send each other weird shit in the mail. Clearing out my parent’s garage today I found several items from that era including this international scavenger hunt list from approx 2003. I include it for archival value
attn: smartovercoat kellysue oldauntamy

Oh, man.  I have fond memories of compiling the package for this scavenger hunt and sending it out, and the people at work being utterly confused about the whole process.  ”So… you’re sending all these things to a woman… who you only know over the internet?  And a bunch of you are doing this…?  So, she’s going to get a dozen or so boxes of random junk?”
I sit on the sidelines of the Carol Corps because I don’t emotionally need the community or the fiction to make my life more real, but I totally get how KS is able to bring about that sense of community and value because I remember being part of a ragtag bunch of people who wrote weekly themed short fiction and mailed each other Secret Santa gifts across continents and propped each other up when we were low.  The Martian Love Fest did for me what the Corps is doing for lots of other people right now.  I miss and cherish that community.  We were going to make a directory, like a yearbook, of the members of the Dance Card.  Here’s the page I made for myself, despite it being a decade out of date and therefore almost totally inaccurate:

attn: danielleh rewil kingmobuk 

taikonaut:

MERRY’S MLF DANCE CARD SCAVENGER HUNT c.2003

Back in the early days of this century, myself and a few internet weirdos who hung around Kelly Sue DeConnick’s then extant Delphi forum used to send each other weird shit in the mail. Clearing out my parent’s garage today I found several items from that era including this international scavenger hunt list from approx 2003. I include it for archival value

attn: smartovercoat kellysue oldauntamy

Oh, man.  I have fond memories of compiling the package for this scavenger hunt and sending it out, and the people at work being utterly confused about the whole process.  ”So… you’re sending all these things to a woman… who you only know over the internet?  And a bunch of you are doing this…?  So, she’s going to get a dozen or so boxes of random junk?”

I sit on the sidelines of the Carol Corps because I don’t emotionally need the community or the fiction to make my life more real, but I totally get how KS is able to bring about that sense of community and value because I remember being part of a ragtag bunch of people who wrote weekly themed short fiction and mailed each other Secret Santa gifts across continents and propped each other up when we were low.  The Martian Love Fest did for me what the Corps is doing for lots of other people right now.  I miss and cherish that community.  We were going to make a directory, like a yearbook, of the members of the Dance Card.  Here’s the page I made for myself, despite it being a decade out of date and therefore almost totally inaccurate:

https://smartovercoat.files.wordpress.com/2014/07/tblr_1407_dancecard_directory.jpg

attn: danielleh rewil kingmobuk 

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describe your aesthetic in four words go

image

KEEP GOING THIS IS GOLDEN

Rainbow polygonal space opal

Oversaturated crafting TV show

slutty femme vampire cyberpunk 

Great War soft grunge

william morris’s kawaii meltdown

Midlife crisis with pink

Utilitarian and black. (Colourblind)

Semi-formal with nerd filigree.

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tracylord:

Get To Know Me Meme  → Crucial Movies [10/10]: What’s Up Doc? (1972)

Howard: What am I gonna tell Eunice?

Judy: That’s the easy part. You go up to her room. She answers the door. Now, she will have been crying so her eyes will be all bloodshot and her nose will be all red and runny, but you look past all that. You stare purposefully into those red-rimmed, swollen eyes, and you say, “Eunice, my dear, there’s been a terrible mistake. I’ve behaved like a cad, a bounder! But now I see everything clearly and I’ve decided that Judy and I… are gonna put you into a home.”

"What’s Up, Doc?" (dir. Peter Bogdanovich), 1972.

I have a complete absence of evidence for this, but I’m convinced that Streisand’s character is called Judy because at one point in the proceedings, Bogdanovich intended to have a character impatiently, frustratedly intone Cary Grant’s immortal line that he never actually said, “Judy, Judy, Judy!"  The fact that O’Neal’s character is playing the Cary Grant screwball straight man only reinforces this.

I tried reading fairy tales off an iPhone, but that didn’t work. …[F]airy stories exist in a peculiar medieval realm. Reading about tunics and spindles off a glimmering smartphone screen just feels wrong. You need a hand-me-down Ladybird book to really do them justice. A book filled with creepy paintings to match the creepy text. In Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, the handsome prince falls in love with a corpse in a glass box. It’s right there in black and white. No trigger warnings or anything. By Charlie Brooker, “The Mr Men inhabit a godless universe”, The Guardian. 2 June 2014.