{ Monthly Archives }
May 2011
Eliot Lee Hazel
Wrap your lips around a nice, tall glass of Eliot Lee Hazel’s photography, then lay back, turn on some Acid Mother’s Temple, and prepare for things to get weird.
Videos
If there’s one thing I hate about this town, it’s all the goddamn vampires.
Wendy MacNaughton
Wendy MacNaughton is a minor miracle worker. Flipping through her “Meanwhile” series has made me enjoy living in the Bay Area just a little bit more, and for a homesick southerner, that’s really saying something. Plus, who doesn’t love to see stories and pictures from places that they’ve been in/on/past? She keeps her pictures loose, warm, and personal, like a Maira Kalman for the West Coast. Even if you’ve never set foot in San Francisco, you can still connect to the pure humanity that shines through in her work. See, minor miracles.
Wendy MacNaughton found via Drawn!
ARYZ
In my experience, with most street artists there is a disconnect between the style of their outdoor work and their works on paper. Both can be equally amazing, but they usually look very different, and rightly so. One is being drawn larger than the artist themselves, usually quickly due to the illicit nature of the work, and on a rough wall surface, the other is being drawn very small on smooth paper with very precise instruments. Of course they’re different. But somehow Spanish maestro ARYZ makes them the same. And I’m not talking about a burner on a brick back alley, I’m talking about a 40 ft. high multi-color masterpiece. I’ve never seen anyone with that kind of consistency before, maybe he should get some kind of crown or at the very least a scepter that is also a paint roller. Long live King ARYZ.
Luke Pearson
If you haven’t remembered to check out the work of the always fantastic Luke Pearson lately, consider this your reminder. You’re probably overdue for your annual marvel at how awesome his work is. You should probably double your dosage, just to play it safe.
Hampus Jageland
This dude is so clever and so sharp, that if you did cut yourself on his sharpness, he would be clever enough to figure out a way to turn it into some kind of plastic surgery so you’d come out looking better than ever. Once again proving: don’t fuck with the Swedish when it comes to design.
