Whims

I did the cover art and a couple of illustrations for this cool travel zine with my girl Eleisha who now is in Australia while I am in Angoulême. We both finished this about 3 days before we both left the paradise of Oakland to go back home / go to school respectively, so the sense of adventure is part of the making of the zine itself!

Next one will be coming soon!

It’s up on issuu now, so you can enjoy it online or in print.

Woohoo! 

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I did the cover art and a couple of illustrations for this cool travel zine with my girl Eleisha who now is in Australia while I am in Angoulême. We both finished this about 3 days before we both left the paradise of Oakland to go back home / go to school respectively, so the sense of adventure is part of the making of the zine itself!

Next one will be coming soon!

It’s up on issuu now, so you can enjoy it online or in print.

Woohoo! 


Oakland mayoral candidates court voters via Tinder dating app →

oaklandunseen:

Nine frontrunners for Oakland’s 2014 Mayor’s race are on Tinder, Oakland Unseen recently discovered through an anonymous source in City Hall. These candidates are using Tinder to connect with Millennial voters in Oakland who will likely decide who will become Oakland’s next mayor in the November…

I did the illustrations for this and it was real fun. Enjoy!


when i was 15 i went to this camp thing with my french sister and we drove around Greece on a big orange bus going to monuments really briefly with no introduction and then eating huge hunks of feta and going swimming and then sleeping under the stars. one of my friends on the trip was a guy named christopher. every night we had this routine before we went to bed where i would scratch under his chin and then he would scratch under mine and then he would pull my toes to crack them and i’d pull his back and it was the most oddly comforting routine i’ve ever had but i’ve never tried to reinstate it.

christopher, where are you??

translation note: tirage should be on se tirer les orteils View Larger

when i was 15 i went to this camp thing with my french sister and we drove around Greece on a big orange bus going to monuments really briefly with no introduction and then eating huge hunks of feta and going swimming and then sleeping under the stars. one of my friends on the trip was a guy named christopher. every night we had this routine before we went to bed where i would scratch under his chin and then he would scratch under mine and then he would pull my toes to crack them and i’d pull his back and it was the most oddly comforting routine i’ve ever had but i’ve never tried to reinstate it.

christopher, where are you??

translation note: tirage should be on se tirer les orteils


CHICKEN DREAM RUBBER WIND (A SOUND COLLAGE) →