Saturday, May 29, 2010

Everyone loves a good SCAM

College of the

It is one of the banes of my existence, the only student publication specific to our campus and some of the most well-loved kindling to ever line the oildrums of SCA. I am the editor and sometimes illustrator.

Here are some covers in chronological order. I swear they looked better at the time.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

You know it.

Late night stream of consciousness doodlery.

Friday, May 21, 2010


In which the protagonist is posessed by a jumper once belonging to a twelve year old boy.

There is a long, damp journey full of trial and despair.

Followed by elucidation, realisation and transformation.

[NB: This wasn't intendcd to be taken seriously, goddamnit. It was meant to be silly and nonsensical!]

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Pour ma mere

Just when I thought I couldn't be any more of a wanker I start using French. Baw.

Monday, May 10, 2010


This blogging phenomenon is very odd. I've just begun to comment on others' posts and it feels like I'm leaving overly conversational notes in the margins of a stranger's journal.

Which I suppose is, essentially, what I'm really doing.

Are people blogging to remember? To initiate conversation? To leave a mediated, improved version of themselves in cyberspace for future generations of web trawlers?

Oddness upon oddness.

Saturday, May 8, 2010


I took an animation elective last semester, and these are the results.

The first one is a class collaboration (my work's from the beginning to the death of the pinup girl, with 0:31-0:41 belonging to this sexy man) and the second's my "final work", lovingly shot and compiled the morning it was due.

One day I'm going to do some more of this. One day.

Friday, May 7, 2010


Televsision + MDF frame + tracing paper pyramids (+poor documentation) =

I don't know if I should be discussing my concepts. What difference does it make when no-one's reading it? Is the cat alive or dead?

Has a rollercoaster haircut (dyes it jet black)

Is it really that easy to draw those kinds of distinctions at wherever it is Chuck Dillon teaches?
Maybe it's a taxonomic carry-over from the whole American highschool stereotype thing... or maybe I'm just stereotyping the nature of stereotypes? Who knows!

The only identifiable-on-sight kind of social stereotype at SCA I can think of is the hipster painter.
Okay, and possibly the dirty student too. And the mum. And the club girl. And student 1.0 (though that might just be film students). Hm.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

This is not how we raised you

A few posts ago I said there'd be more of the installation series, and like a pizza boy I deliver.

These were done in Maccas and another early-morning train then left to the mercy of the public.
Mmm. Public.