
Concept art for a vampire film, as commissioned by the studio or writers or something. Not sure what their relation to the movie was, but they hated everything I did for them. To their credit, I guess, they paid me anyway.
The last post was linked to a private Flickr page, so nobody could see the full size. I’ve made it public, and put it behind the cut. It’s worth it for the cracquelure.
From vebelfetzer.
Sneak peek of an illustration that’s going up on Table of Malcontents in about eight hours.
From vebelfetzer.
The final installment in the Bee Commission, tentatively titled
Tinybee in the Bad House.

Spacegrubs
From vebelfetzer.

And Trees Sprung From His Ankles
From vebelfetzer.
San Francisco street art on a door, next to the big-headed
mannequin. Looked like a combination of white paint and Sharpie.

A Flutter of Fingers
From vebelfetzer.
Here’s another angle on that mannequin. I wonder who sells these.

Big-Headed Beauty
From vebelfetzer.
Cartoonesque mannequin with Sam Flores bag in San Francisco. This
was a fantastic alternative to the often uncanny-looking regular
mannequins.

I just don’t know anymore.
From vebelfetzer.
Mostly. Sort of. I’ll probably do them the occasional editorial cartoon and/or feature article, but for the most part my time there is up. I should probably make up some hilarious and discomfiting story of betrayal and broken hearts, but I just work for Wired now and there was no drama to be found.
While I opened up my salvo earlier this week with a tasty number about fat British children being carrot-and-sticked into getting off their asses, excuse me, arses, I will in fact be focusing on MMOs and something everyone keeps referring to as “virtual worlds”.
“That’s fine,” I drawled from under my fedora, “but the fees, man.”
Grimy rain left trackmarks on our trenchcoats like punctures on a Burroughsian junkie. In the distance, the eleven o’clock to St. Louie blew mournfully, and was joined by a lonesome pit bull.
“Don’t worry,” Joel returned, his slitted eyes lit not only by the jaundiced streetlight, but by something between madness and hayfever, “it’s all been taken care of.”
Don’t get excited, it’s not fancy Wired, it’s Wired Blogs. But with my help and the blessings of Allah, it will become fancy to be a Wired blog in no time at all.
To this end, I direct all my Kotaku readers (my darling, airborn ape brigade) to add Game|Life (soon to be renamed) to their RSS readers, and consume my frothing textuals six to eight times daily, or as directed by your physician.