Windy City

Last weekend JB and I took a splendid trip to Chicago to visit Strider and his wife.

Here are some sketches:





Plane on the way there.


The kitchen of said Strider Family (drawn while they were making us tasty pancakes).



Mr. Toby, Mrs. Strider's 18 year-old cat, waiting for food.


Mr. Toby sleeping on the couch in the morning.


My poor rendition of Degas' Ballerina (@ the Art Institue).


The Thorne Room, an amazing exhibit of tiny tiny rooms furnished with the utmost detail.



An incredible Latin fusion restraunt we ate in.
I can still taste the tapas, steak and sangria if I close my eyes.



Since last session:

* Read: Bleach Volumes 1-7, Tite Kubo hhhh
If that little kid from the 6th sense not only saw ghosts but also carried around a giant sword to fuck up the meddlesome ones you would have the protagonist from Bleach. Well drawn, with better paced action scenes then the rest of the Shonen Jump comics. I am obsessing over this manga right now and will read the next three volumes by week’s end.


* Watched: Everything is illuminated hhhh
The mood shifts in such a subtle manner that the audience is not even aware of it happening. This is good storytelling and a nice cast to boot. I particular like the use of striking warms versus cool texturing in almost every shot. Makes me wish I had read the book.

* Listened to: Pet Sounds, The beach Boys hhh
I never owned this on CD and decided it was about time. Over and over I have been listening. You all know it’s good.

RATING SCALE h Utter shite hh Don't bother hhh Average hhhh nicely done hhhhh farking brilliant