Stereo Deviance

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Pixcut

New type I designed yesterday while in the office. I like big, chunky,
modular types, even if they are played out, so I made my own.

Inspired (or could be considered more of

an extension of) Minusbaby's CD cover type.
Available for free download at fontstruct.fontshop.com

Pixcut at Fonstruct

v2.0 Stickers

Some self-promotional stickers.

Planning to stick them everywhere I can a la sheperd fairey.

So what if I'm obsessed with 8-Bit pixel robots.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

8 Bit World

Don't know why I didn't post this earlier. This is a project I did a while

back in school, a book about the history of video games and pixel art.

First photo: front cover and final printed product.

Second and third photos: spreads from the book.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

"We were the Menace—not in disguise, but stone-obvious drug abusers, with a flagrantly cranked-up act that we intended to push all the way to the limit . . . not to prove any final, sociological point, and not even as a conscious mockery: It was mainly a matter of life-style, a sense of obligation and even duty. If the Pigs were gathering in Vegas for a top-level Drug Conference, we felt the drug culture should be represented. Beyond that, I'd been out of my head for so long now, that a gig like this seemed perfectly logical. Considering the circumstances, I felt totally meshed with my karma."

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Altos de Chavón is completely and utterly doomed for all eternity.

Forget 2012, the end is nigh.

Those of you who were in Chavón with me for the last 2 years will understand.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Fear and Loathing

"We were someplace around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like 'I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive . . .' And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming:'Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?'"