Friday, December 30, 2011
Like guns, the best place to buy comic books is at conventions. I’m not talking about Comic-Con or the high profile masquerade balls where industry executives let highly motivated nerds in on what they should be stealing this year. I’m talking about the hushed gatherings of hardcore collectors in cheap hotel ballrooms and deteriorating community centers. Local comic book owners lay out boxes upon boxes of comics that have been meticulously curated for decades and sell them for a dollar in hopes that this isn’t the year that a 70+ year old storytelling tradition finally kicks the bucket.
Last month I was woken up early on a Saturday by a friend so that he could guide me through the glut of cheap treasurers to be found at a suburban Best Western. I picked up personal favorites from the 80s and 90s like Swamp Thing, Justice League International, and Preacher, but much to the dismay of my sherpa, my greatest find was the 1976 comic book adaptation of a Saturday morning cartoon adaptation of a 1940s Superman knock off. I didn’t care if the book didn’t have any nerd cred, or even if it was truly terrible. When you try to sell me something with a picture of a superhero punching a T Rex in the face to save Congress, I will buy it.
The vendor was so embarrassed to discover that he actually owned this comic, that when I tried to buy it from him, he gave it to me for free. Now I’ll argue to the death that in the last 30 years the worlds greatest literary minds have been dressing their ideas up in spandex, but when you’re dealing with a historical grab bag of pure pulp, you’re bound to find a gem that doesn’t need subtext to resonate through the ages.
Unfortunately, elitist Captain Marvel decided to shun the wishes of the simple working folk he encountered and very undemocratically save Congress. But who would you listen to? A bunch of hysterical slackers, or Hercules?
Brain and Brawn. They just don’t make 'em like they used too.
--kobi tirey, word bubble enthusiast and panel peruser
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
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Monday, December 19, 2011
There aren't many things better than lying on the floor, closing your eyes, and listening to music as it zips off an old old record, crackling from too much love 40 years ago. One of my goals over the holidays is to go through the old family record collection and try to convert these old vinyls into discs, just so the tunes can be preserved in a new texturized version I can play on my iPhone.
It's a trip to go through all the old album art. Clearly Abbey Road is a stand-out. Apple, apple, apple.
Makes me wonder what it'll be like to go through my old playlists years from now: will Spotify still exist??!! How does the CLOUD allow you to go down music memory lane??? Oh man, this Apple stuff is getting SO meta...
Related post: comme des garcons x the beatles
Sunday, December 18, 2011
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Sunday, December 4, 2011
1960s Gino Charles brocade baby doll dress
I like to have fun with my shoes; the wedges above give the brocade dress a more modern feel, while a pair of leopard heels can add a little spunk to any outfit. I believe the leopard goes with almost anything...nothing wrong with that.
1960s wool minidress with sequin sleeves and sash belt. Belt? Or headband? Yes. Love the tassles.
1960s babydoll dress with black sequins. We all agreed that one of the best parts of this dress was the swishy sound the sequins made when I walked. Not only is texture important, but obviously the way a dress sounds, too. Clothes for all the senses.
Vintage tree ornaments! Delightful. Party time?