So, before they made the abomination that was Jpod – The Series (hi, Bree isn’t asian and descended from the queen) there was a 4 minute short, made by bookshorts, (this is the OMG I am an idiot for not knowing this part) and starred none other than current crush du jour, Scoot McNairy. You can watch the whole 4 minute spectacular on the bookshorts website here. I’ve embedded the trailer below. For the record, it seems much more Coupland than the series did, Bree does look like Bettie Page and there’s Helvetica everywhere..
I am a complete nerd for Jeffrey Brown, ever since stumbling upon Clumsy years ago in Foyles waaaaaaay before I worked there, emokid that I was at the time (oh yeah, I’ve totally changed now) I fell in big love immediately. Right the way through the girlfriend trilogy he kept me just on the right side of melancholy.
I eventually got around to reading Little Things this week and it was awesome. It reads like something of a mix between Unlikely and MiniSulk with a little bit of Cat Getting Out of a Bag, thrown in. That is to say all of Brown’s trademark motifs are present. It’s the kind of book that makes you remember why you fell in love with indie comics in the first place. Sure, it can be argued nothing happens. But isn’t that the whole point. Meaning and beauty in the mundane. If you’ve got that down the whole world gets a bunch more interesting, lets face it, we’ve all got plenty of mundane. Brown is a little like Coupland in this way, super simplistic and up to you the reader to find what you’re looking for in it.
He presents his Chicago to you in a way that makes you feel familiar with the Coffee house he frequents and the neighbourhood he lives in. Almost everything Brown has done has been autobiographical but this book in particular resonates with reality. I loved the story about going to visit his friend who is a Mountain Ranger in the Pacific Northwest. I loved the story about how he started writing comics in the first place, and I loved that he was still hoping he’d make enough off of comics to go part time at Barnes and Noble.
Don’t get me wrong, Jeffrey Brown isn’t for everyone, and you either love his art or hate hate hate it. But if you’ve ever been young, in love, broken hearted, a struggling artist, underpaid or had a cat then you should find something here.
A picture wouldn’t really do it justice, so I chose the video he animated for Death Cab’s directions collaborative DVD. Warning, it’s a little sad.
This winter break I’ve been light on leaving the house all that much, and although it started with a brief bout of what looked like depression, it’s turned into me inadvertently rekindling my love of all things pop cultural and my own company not only not driving me mad, but actually being pretty enjoyable.
I’ve spent literally days just hanging out in the house on my own, reading books and listening to records and watching movies and remembering all the stuff that used to make me happy when I was young and it was all I needed. This isn’t to say I have become a complete recluse, I’ve been doing loads of daytime hangs with all my nearest and dearest(s) today was spent traipsing the streets of London town with miss Jessica and comic shopping, ranting, laughing and geeking out.
One of the reasons for this outpouring of positive literary emotion is that I just 5 minutes ago finished BAD HABITS by Cristy C Road. I’ve been a longtime fangirl of her artwork since picking up her postcard artwork book in St Marks books a couple of years ago. I recognised it from a TPB cover we used to stock when I still ran Graphics in Foyles.
It’s been forever since a book made me want to write again, but this one has me up late making notes for the book I’ve been meaning to start on forever now. It’s an illustrated novel that charts a year in the life of miss Roads when she first moved from Miami to Brooklyn. There are many, many reasons I fell instantaneously in love with this book, although different in style it reminded me a lot of the My Evil Twin Sister publication NOTTA LOTTA LOVE STORIES. I think this is because the entire thing is written from an obviously punk rock point of view, but one that is barely punctuated with band names and subcultural references. The kind of book that reminds you why we all got into this 3 chord genre in the first place (it’s cos we all, on some level feel different, but the same y’all – you dig?) and leaves you feeling sorta affirmed in the least cheesy way possible.
The reason I felt such a connection with this, besides my well publicized love affair with Brooklyn, is to me this was a story of growing up and figuring stuff out, while accepting you still kind of want to be a little bit of a fuck up. But less of an alcoholic fuck up, wandering the clubs with a little hint of desperation in your eye. About turning all of that emotional junk into something if not good, then a hell of a lot better than you ever expected you could. It made me remember what it is I know I’m supposed to be doing, and actually (maybe) gave me the inclination to start doing it.
I’ve realised the only things I can truly connect with are the things made by people who have some common ground with me, this doesn’t make me closed minded, it just makes me fascinated with why we are the way we are. This is totally different from self absorption, haha. Anyway, I now have an even bigger girl/writer crush on Christy and want to find a way to hang out next time I’m in my favourite of all places.
And on that note, I’m off to smoke a cigarette, drink some green tea and try and figure out what it is that I’m trying to say, you know, in the scheme of things.
I finished New Moon this morning, now I have to wait til next week for Amazon to deliver Eclipse, the third installment of the Twilight series.
I am pretty excited about getting it, and even more excited about the film. FUCK YES.
My teenage vampire obssesion took a pretty bad hit after the end of Buffy, but at last, I found something to fill the hole.
I loaned Lou Twilight the other day, I’m looking forward to having someone to discuss the hotness of Edward Cullen with.
Anyhow, I’m going. I’m moving out next week and I’m spending my last saturday night with Miles.
I made sweet potato fries and everything.
I love sweet potato fries.
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