Typo Toby Funke (Fyoon-Kay)

Here's a fun poster that I made during first semester Junior year. I dug it up out of a pile of old posters that I never photographed and decided to stick it in the blog completely out of order. I was in my super collage-y phase, as you can see. Typo Toby was the name of the paper toy critter I made as part of the project. He's based off of the New York typographer Tobias Frere-Jones. The real guy is a cool cat. When you say Tobias Frere-Jones in your head, does it remind you of Tobias Funke (David Cross) from Arrested Development? It does for me, and his face always pops into my head.

S*itting on the Dock of the Bay

I couldn't get this song out of my head during this project. I just kept repeating the hook over and over. Just sing the title and you'll see. Try it. Told you.

I got a lot of crap (I guess this pun is intended) for this opening page. I meant for title to look like it was waist deep in water, but instead the blue strike-through plays a trick on your eyes.

Poo.

Faint Mistakes (Otis Stage set)

You know how you're never completely satisfied with a certain project? This was one of them. I kept wanting to tweak it a just a little more, no matter how tedious it was. At some point you just have to stop though. I guess that point is called a deadline. The materials and tools I used for this stage were tweezers, toothpicks, superglue, a million Xacto blades and a crap-ton of shaky-hand syndrome. While I was finalizing the stage in studio I felt myself go numb and weak. It was the strangest feeling because I couldn't even smile even if I tried. I was about to faint. It was a combination of 24 hours of no rest, 5 hour energy drinks, super glue huffing and lack of food. I had Alyson run to the vending machine and she came back with salty nuts. Felt better, drove home (felt like my car was floating; I was definitely a road hazard.) and slept for a couple hours before heading back to finish up.

Feed the Birds

Feed the homeless. Feed the children. Feed the needy. Feed the birds, is what I say. And what better way to feed a poor bird than to let them feast in a modern, minimalistic, ranch-style feeder? It's laid back enough for a native Texan and trendy enough for bourgeois Northeners.