i’ve used a program called poser for quite a while now, mostly for rudimentary figure studies and various parts. but in the past few months, one of my clients (spot illustrations, mostly) has been asking for more humans. so naturally, i’ve been researching the tool.
well. poser’s gone underground and has a near-religious following of self-made imagecrafters, all making add-ons and tools for each other. i’m so into this, needless to say. i’m impresssed by the quality of some of the imagery produced, and i’m also overjoyed to see a naive approach to high-quality imagery. it’s like boris vallejo, all over again. only with control issues. so dreamy: trampy imagery and psychological baggage, all in one tool. rock!
daddy’s home! and what’s funny, he written one of the smartest fucking design rants i’ve ever read. even better: it goes along with some conversations chester, tracy, roger, david, su and i had over dinner last week.
hmm. completely forgot to mention that we’ve just finished another site. (“we” in this case is my roommate, brinski, and myself). this one’s for the kiddies.
in 1992, i lived in a crappy $300 campus apartment at the university of tennessee with my best friend ana and a cute lil’ devil of a kitten named harold who got banished to the pantry when the landlord came to collect rent. of course, he’d make a ruckus every time. and of course, we nearly got caught every time. the whole thing was so laverne and shirley…i miss that.
see ya, harold. best throw pillow i ever knew.
a true chicagoan…
1) knows the phone number for empire carpet (and will sing it…with feeling).
2) measures distance in minutes from the loop (in two versions: “rush hour” and “anytime else”) but has no idea of actual mileage.
3) has no problems spelling or pronouncing “des plaines.”
4) ends sentences in prepositions: “where’s my coat at?” or “if you go to bongo room for breakfast, i wanna go with.”
5) always has at least one of the following in the trunk: ice scraper, sand, plywood.
6) automatically assumes that “downtown” means “downtown chicago” as opposed to downtown anywhere else in the world.
7) refuses to leave downtown unless great emergency (wedding/death/bat mitzvah/libel charges) dictates such action.
8) drives to the north suburbs via “the outer drive,” even though no such road exists.
9) understands that “wicker park,” “bucktown” and “west lincoln park” are pretty much the same damned thing.
10) can (and will) spend a day outside in 35-degree weather wearing a light jacket.
11) understands the difference between numeric temperature and wind chill factor.
12) can properly answer the following stupid joke: name three streets that sound like “vagina”*
13) knows the difference between amtrak, el and metra. knows which station they end up at (note preposition).
14) knows the social implications of area codes 312, 773, 847, 630 and 815.
15) has at some point used a piece of furniture to blockade a parking spot which has been arduously dug out from under three feet of snow, and will threaten any tresspasser with a knife. won’t be apprehended by police, either.
16) is from the “south side,” “west side” or “north side” and snickers at anyone wondering where the east side is.
17) knows at least four pronunciations for the name “goethe.”
*paulina, winona and lunt.
…and they’re sporting a spinning logo. obviously unaware that’s the first thing a designer’s asked for when putting a new company online. :::snicker:::
