Jeffery Lewis has been in my consciousness for a few years freshly sharing his soul and being awesome at just about everything he does. I've mentioned him briefly before on this blog, but I thought he deserved his own shrine of love or fandom or perverse longing to climb inside of his head and control him like a Malkovich puppet (or vice versa). Call it what you will.
Although I haven't quite found my niche here in NYC, it's comforting to think that Mr. Lewis is perusing the Brooklyn zine shops, sipping expensive espresso, or whatever it is genius artists do here. Maybe this town deserves as many second chances as I can physically give it. His video for 'Williamsburg Will Oldham Horror' makes me wish I took public transportation perchance I should run into him and mirror his experiences and questions with Bonnie "Prince" Billy...without the humping.
The video for 'To be Objectified' had to go up as well to demonstrate both his eloquent lyrics and his amazing illustration. If you take a passing glance you might mistake his repetitive strumming for any other ripped jeans wearing street minstrel, but that would be to cheat yourself of his poetic wordplay. His lyrics are hilarious, contemplative, and aptly eloquent at describing feelings that every person with feelings has from time to time. You know, like how old people are rotting children.
Don't be afraid to poke around his other youtube vids. There's nothing wrong with falling in love.
25 Jan 2010
Stewed Wanker
The other afternoon I was stewing in the bathtub and mulling over the self inflicted damage that I threw down the previous night at the best bar in Brooklyn. As I soaked, I stared into this awesome graphic of a Conestoga Wagon on the side of my favorite mug. The cup is very special for two reasons: 1.) It was a gift from the little lady for my last birthday, 2.) It's got a sippy-cup-esque lip designed to keep the sipper's mustache free of the sipped beverage. It's up there on the list of my prized possessions.
While I've definitely looked at the drawing before, it wasn't until that pruned, self loathing moment that I fully took in the detail of the hatch-work. The style kinda reminds me of a few awesome tattoos I've seen lately. It's definitely a form of illustration that I could see myself imitating/ripping off in the future. Wish me luck.
While I've definitely looked at the drawing before, it wasn't until that pruned, self loathing moment that I fully took in the detail of the hatch-work. The style kinda reminds me of a few awesome tattoos I've seen lately. It's definitely a form of illustration that I could see myself imitating/ripping off in the future. Wish me luck.
24 Jan 2010
Greetings From BrokeLYN!
There were a few doodle-yer-own postcards from the Tate Modern kickin' around the apartment so I banged this one out.
There was quite a bit of photoshop clean up to do because the card smudged like crazy and I hold my pen like a "retarded" left-handed three year old.
There was quite a bit of photoshop clean up to do because the card smudged like crazy and I hold my pen like a "retarded" left-handed three year old.
13 Jan 2010
Goodies from Fleas...
...and this time I an't talking scabies. 
Last weekend the little lady took a trip to the famous Flea Markets in Hell's Kitchen. Don't ask me where that is but I'm guessing it's in New York. Sounds fitting. Any-hoo, she picked up these two really awesome ceramic vessels for two of my favorite libations. I can't wait till my current employment situation sorts itself out (see below) so I can afford to fill and empty them and then repeat as needed.
Last weekend the little lady took a trip to the famous Flea Markets in Hell's Kitchen. Don't ask me where that is but I'm guessing it's in New York. Sounds fitting. Any-hoo, she picked up these two really awesome ceramic vessels for two of my favorite libations. I can't wait till my current employment situation sorts itself out (see below) so I can afford to fill and empty them and then repeat as needed.12 Jan 2010
Everyday I'm Hustlin'
Hey everyone, New York City is EXPENSIVE! The price of rent, booze, pens, and whatnot is higher in this lovely city then in my former stereotypically expensive home, LDN. Every time ConEdison or National Grid or Time Warner or my Landlady or my Alcoholism ask me for that Paper I thank my lucky stars that at least there is plentiful employment to be had in this, the Shitty of inexhaustible opportunity.
That last statement was intended to be sarcastic if you couldn't hear it in my voice. Since moving here I've been doing a plethora of random odd jobs to put some pennies in my pocket. After doing a day of construction here, a day of messenger work there, and a few days of Burrito delivery in between, I decided that it was high time to act like the adult my age suggests I be. Hence my new fancy work log (below, duh) with which I will sort my life out and fulfill all my NEW YEARS resolutions.
I used a few new tools to draw this, mainly pencils and a marker and while I'm not ready to throw out all my Pilot G2 05's just yet, it's always nice to experiment.
That last statement was intended to be sarcastic if you couldn't hear it in my voice. Since moving here I've been doing a plethora of random odd jobs to put some pennies in my pocket. After doing a day of construction here, a day of messenger work there, and a few days of Burrito delivery in between, I decided that it was high time to act like the adult my age suggests I be. Hence my new fancy work log (below, duh) with which I will sort my life out and fulfill all my NEW YEARS resolutions.
I used a few new tools to draw this, mainly pencils and a marker and while I'm not ready to throw out all my Pilot G2 05's just yet, it's always nice to experiment.
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