Some may wonder why people gravitate towards certain corners of art.

Growing up in a small suburb of Illinois, I stuck out so much. Weird colored hair and crazy pattern clothing combinations do that. But so does the rest going on in the core of my being. I just happened to match a bit on the outside.

My dad was the conventional son of a visionary. She, however, rode the line. It created the juxtaposition I live in with my modern outlooks and lifestyle. Therein lies the deep rooted nature of understanding within.

Dad may never understand art to the level my grandmother and I do, but, in his own ways, he gets it. Dad just gets a different side of the glass. He has moments where he will draw outside of the lines but he really does like and value the lines. This is probably evident by his love of comic books but only choosing to read superhero books. Dad’s mantra has been, “If I wanted to think about real life, I would.”

Dad is a disconnector. He dabbles in art to escape reality. It’s a natural thing and beautiful in its own right.

I’m a polar opposite to my father in so many ways with my love of art. I have an adoration and respect for his world of function and practicality but… like to jump off cliffs at times.

For me, the line between art and reality should be a blur. It should speak to you. It should make you think.

That said, the link below is not for everyone. I know several members of society that would look away or talk poorly of this pocket of art. Despite this, I’m still associated with several. I love their words- art or reality or spaces that blur the lines.

Controversy shouldn’t have to be a controversy. Revolutions shouldn’t have to be revolutions. Even if they are both or neither at the same time. But I must say.. it does take the bold to do either one. Blurring the lines and keeping things black and white is an art in itself. And that ain’t bad.

That said, here’s an introduction to the Bemusement of Banksy with his latest pop up installation: Dismaland. Take a peek if ye dare into the superficially iconic beauty of dystopian art and reality compounded into one.

For more info, see the other press pieces:

The Guardian’s coverage

Channel 4’s coverage

Uk Reuter’s coverage

It’s been awhile…

Posted: August 13, 2015 in Uncategorized

Oh there are so many days when I think about this but yet I never make time to write on here. I think the days that I start to revisit that are upon us.

There have been some fun things happening over the years I’ve been absent.

Some highlights include:

  • Started working for a company that has blown up considerably in the past 3 years that is geek focused
  • Several moves across the city of Los Angeles
  • A thought about moving back to the place I was birthed (but no longer call home)
  • More than just a few boyfriends (one who was nicknamed the Joker for not fun reasons)
  • Had a baby (not named after a comic book but named after a rock song)

And… a bit of comic reading that sadly I didn’t write about.

So perhaps it’s time that started happening again. It has been awhile. Stay tuned for some tales of comic and geekery as I once wrote about a ton more but sadly not on this blog.

Cheers and all good things.

The New Face of Batman?

Posted: February 2, 2011 in Comic Books, Iconoclasts, Movies

Whilst pa rusing the almighty interwebz today I got wind of an interesting piece of information:  Your new Batman may quite possibly be the uber hot Mr. Joseph Gordon-Levitt.  The grid lit up with stories of the up and coming actor that you may remember from such movies such as Inception and 500 days of Summer being in the newest installment of the Batman moviefare: The Dark Knight Rises.

While it has not been disclosed what role he would be playing, I’m immensely excited at even the prospective that he could potentially be the new face of Batman.  Many people have raved about the performances of Christian Bale with the constant reinvention of the various cycles of the beloved movie saga.  Personally, I really hope that Mr Gordon-Levitt is being cast as Batman.  Frankly, the saga needs this change.

Growing up with a comic loving father, I came to consume quite a bit of the Batman story. I believe that Hollywood has forgotten much of the basics with its portrayals of the man behind the cape and cowl.  I have absolutely no idea what they were thinking when they cast George Clooney.  I could possibly see why this route was taken if they were casting for Batman Beyond but as the young sprite Batman?  Why does that casting agent even still have a job?

Don’t get me wrong, many of my friends didn’t agree with me about Christoper Bale being a bad Batman.  He had so much potential. Christoper Bale was on the right track but wasn’t I’m not sure if he was quite there.  But what was up with the whole making his voice deeper when he wore the cape and cowl?

I want to see a younger debonair Bruce Wayne.  I want more on the earlier story while keeping their darker appeal that they have finally begun to do right with these last movies.  I want to see how this next step evolves against the pages I’ve come to love.  Will this be another flop?  I really hope not.  But I’m eager to see how it turns out.  It takes a big man to wear that cape and cowl.  Mr Levitt may have to beef up a bit…

This weekend was a bit of a mess.  My life oftentimes tends to resemble a country song.  But Saturday, I met a country legend.

Well my car was towed

And I needed to get the registration up to date

AAA said they couldn’t do it

Since the Dmv said it was too late

We picked up the car from my friends place

$250 later we were on our way

To Wackos for trinkets of awesome

And some noms for the day

But then it happened.  What normally is a relatively empty restaurant, except for a few other people at the bar & this table.  I recognized her immediately and told my friend Hugh.  I started texting telling some friends that I was too chicken to approach her.  Well, part chicken, and part super respectful given that she was at dinner with her friends.  As soon as she started talking, we both knew it was indeed her.

Hugh texted a couple of friends as well.  His friend Rachel, was a huge fan and came down with her boyfriend.  At this point, the restaurant was starting to fill up a bit more.  We ate and chatted.  Rachel had already met an icon I’m envious about (Tom Waits). Rachel went by the table and passed Dolly a note.  Dolly smiled and waved at her across the tables.  But nearing the end of her meal neither of us still hadn’t gone up to her.

I sucked it up and went up.  I apologized for interrupting.  I told her that I had noticed her when I’d gotten there and that we had texted a friend because she is a huge fan.

Dolly was just as her name states: an absolute living doll.  She said that she thought I’d looked very cute and was happy to oblige our party in photo ops.  The whole restaurant looked up at us.  A few of the waiters got pictures with her afterwards.  People stared in awe.  We were all having dinner in the presence of a true legend- who, looks amazing for her age.

And for those who are wondering… Yes, her boobs really are that big.

It was midnight last night but a sea of eager nerds and nerdesses gathered together in Los Angeles for yet another piece of Iconic history: Scott Pilgrim.

As many of you know, the book has gotten a lot of limelight with its upcoming movie adaptation release.  The line outside of Meltdown Comics poured over and wrapped around the block.  Cosplayers clad as their their favorite characters of good and evil exes stood with the normal in unison of completing this mission.

photo courtesy of Kevin Winston- Digital LA

The release yesterday of the culmination of the series brought a number of conversations about its difference from the movie and the book.

While the movie is taken over the series of a couple of weeks, the book itself goes the span of a year. As the movie was written and produced before the analog series, audiences discussed how the story was effected.

Do you have a preference?

Did anyone else stand in line at midnight and get your nerd on last night to snag a copy?  If so,what about the book brought you there?  Inquiring minds want to know!

For more information and photos of last night’s event, you can check out more on the LA Weekly.

The clock tower races as I rush to get this posted before the Clock Tower strikes.  My flux capacitor is broken so I can’t fully relive the day.

Five years from what seemed like it was an eternity away… the future to one average guy and one insane doctor who mysteriously cross paths…

Today marks the 25th anniversary of the revered Back to the Future.

It would be one that changed the course of movies.  Of opening their eyes to a generation wide open to science and pop culture.  Was it foreshadowing or just plain coincidence?

The first in the series would spark something in America.  It made us remember the 50s.  It made us appreciate the present.

You were able to make connections to characters previously not encountered and touched on the taboo.  How often would you be able to help your dad get the girl and also… have to avoid potentially sleeping with your own mother.

Did you know that there wasn’t originally supposed to be more than one of the series?  It did so well that they ended up rushing along the following two.  Many would love the second more than the first.  However each story melded together to have the viewer take away quite a bit more.

And while there does seem to be a surge in things going to 3d, I don’t know if we are to the point where one will come out of a billboard to bite our heads off.

In the days of my childhood I always hoped that someday soon I’d get my own set of shoes with power laces, a jacket that would dry itself, and- you guessed it: the infamous hoverboard.

I saw a post on a friend’s blog regarding a hoverboard being invented that did not work on water either.

Twenty five years ago these things seemed light years away.  Now, with the constant steps we are making in technology, who knows.

Cafe 80’s doesn’t seem too far off.

No, you must have the special!

As it stands, the fashion is coming back anyway.  I imagine a new version of the diner would be a bit of a hipster’s dream.  Ordering from a dinner with Michael Jackson would be pretty rad in my book.  And the old Western shoot em up- Wild Gunman and Pac Man standups?  Sign me up for those too.  I’ll even take the label that goes with it for a day.

Dear Silverlake, let’s make this happen.  I’m sure one of my friends would even be the grenade and dodge sleeping with my mother in order for this to happen if need be.  Now only if I could find what I need to get that flux capacitor fixed.

And for the love of God someone please invent the floating cars.  If only just to avoid the 405.

Today marks the one year anniversary of the late great Prince of Pop.  You may remember him from such incidents as  “No Michael didn’t molest me!” and other such Thrilling headlines.

What the pop icon stood for was everything that is superficial (but wrong) with Hollywood today.  He was the precursor to Marilyn Manson.  He’d claimed the shock jock title before Howard Stern started even getting press.

It started slowly.  The one glove and jock grab.  Maybe we should have seen it sooner.

The monkey. The nose.  The huge ranch devoted to childhood…

Modern technology only further showed how much of a disaster ones public life really could be.  Perhaps Britney learned a thing or two from him.

Last year I was living in Los Angeles.  I remember the reports.  I remember the circus that surrounded his death.  It was so ridiculous, I wrote a post about it on my other blog in a moment of frustration with my beloved city.

Where was I when all of the commotion was going on?  That night, I was at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.

Now before you start, let me tell you that me being there had absolutely nothing to do with MJ.  I was there for a movie screening.  (This is a very wonderful event that happens in Los Angeles during the summer due to a nonprofit organization called Cinespia.) However, this is where the most superficially iconic moments to date of my tenure in Los Angeles occurred.

Before the screenings, there is a dj playing music as a crowd of bohemians, artists, and a myriad of color sits in the grass awaiting the vintage movie to be played on a projected screen on a building in the cemetery.  The dj, to no surprise, played MJ’s Thriller.  At which point everyone in the cemetary stood up and danced.  It was surreal.

For a man who’s life of colorful chaos shaped a generation…

Rest in peace finally sir.  Here’s to the peace this world couldn’t give you.

Today’s first episode in: “I exercise my right to veto”  is about something near and dear to the clan-descent punk rock comic subculture iconoclast: Tank Girl.

Growing up with a very corporate father, Tank Girl’s ode to a single finger raised literature made for must have fuel for the rebellion. Tank Girl embodied feminism, righteous taste in music and a hodgepodge of style beyond her time.  She was (and still is) a symbol of pure unadulterated punk rock Americana.

A little birdie told me a story was pending.  The original dosing was served fresh circa 1995.  I was 13.  Ah what a superb way to kickstart my teenage angst.  I mean despite the movie being absolutely terrible, how could you beat Naomi Watts getting all hot and heavy under the body of a plane while Lori Petty interlaced steam punk and bad innuendos all whilst toting the big guns with her cohort Booga?  Quite frankly, you just can’t.

I would take inspiration from this comic book to embrace the strength within.  That it was alright to dare to be bold.  That… ah the rad peer pressure bestowed on me thanks to a comic book allowance.  How it would continue to be embedded into me throughout adulthood.

But all my of those happy memories came to a screeching hault when I heard the news (albeit late) that they might be remaking my beloved comic movie… staring none other than… Miley Cyrus as Tank Girl.

Ok Hollywood, what the fuck is wrong with you?  Seriously.  Let’s cut through the bullshit here.  Ok we know that it’s the nature of the biz to take pop star Mickey Mousers and feed them into your army of Hollywood whore bag devoid of cognitive thought with no hope to adding something significant to society but for fucks sake, this is comics and quite possibly one of the most important dropped dominoes of my existence.

Do any of you remember some of those cut scenes?  I mean could you picture this outtake of Lori Petty and Booga’s implied romp in the sack with Miley Cyrus?

Or how about her uttering these lines of dialogue:

I’m 23. Look at me, I’m 23. I can see all from up here…. All the boys and girls…. All the dicks and fannys. And what of these sexual revolutions, boys and girls? Are you in the right sexual category? This is the question. Who gives a shit…… Dicks and balls dicks and fannys. Give me the celibate vegetarians from Mars anytime. I’d love to fuck you up. I’d love to fuck you up. Speaking of dicks, it’s Booga’s birthday today……. I’d better get the old tosser a present.. Right! Off to Dirty Fred’s Old Curiosity shop…

I think not folks.  Furthermore any one of you perverts that just pictured Miley Cyrus like that needs to be castrated… and please stay away from my daughter while you’re at it.

While I would absolutely love to see another studio go at this, I believe we can all agree that while the pickings of American actors aren’t what they used to be, she is near the bottom of whom should be considered.

For the love of humanity and all that is good and (oftentimes) bad, even the department of Water might have to trade sides if this is how American cinema is shaping up to be.  For shame Hollywood.  Seriously.

(Although I do think it would be hilarious to see Miley shave her head for the audition.  Please do it Miley.  I double dog dare you to.)

Growing up in small town middle America suburbia far away from the hubub of the city of dreams I had a desire to get as far away as possible.  Back then I would turn the pages of comic books and listen to rockabilly music dreaming dreaming dreaming of my chance to get to Oz.

Now?  Not much has changed except the backdrop.

Welcome to Los Angeles: the jungle of superficial icons.

I guess some things are embedded into you.

I still can be seen toting around comic books throughout the city.  A few comic crusaders make my everyday existence of struggling to make it in this galaxy far far away from home.

My introduction to comic books is tremendously attributed to one of the real life superheroes of my childhood: my dad.  His desire to escape from the skyscraper and cube of his nine to five corporate existence emblazoned a passion within me.  On many a Wednesday (much to my mother’s chagrin)  I could be seen in pigtails with missing teeth rested upon my Daddy’s shoulder’s as he showed me the magic within the pages.

As I grew up, the comic world further and further enveloped me.  It pushed me closer to my father, and at the same time… further away.  My dad views superhero comic books as the only form of comics acceptable.  My tastes, as you will see vary from the mainstream superheroes to the often forgotten stories of the indie world.

I invite you to join me as we embrace all that is superficially iconic in the world of entertainment… while giving some much needed love and focus to indie titles as well.

Superficially Iconic: a site for comic book intellectuals… and everyone else too.