From kindergarten to second grade, my school had us wear self-made shirts with our name on them for PE class. Somewhere in that timeframe, I remember my mom asking me what I would be putting on mine for that following year. Enthusiastically, I responded with something to the extent of “a skull! With a sword going through it! And there’s blood!” A hissing snake may’ve been involved too, I can’t remember at the moment.
Obviously horrified, she put an immediate kibosh on the Hell’s Angel imagery and did the shirt up herself as plainly as possible. The result was a less-than-exciting Gym class, a Polaroid of the world’s surliest-looking six year-old (fig. 2), and a probable justification for why I am the way I am today.
Ty Dale and I made some basketball teams over at Behance. Give em a look.
Also, if anyone out there is interested in doing their own, drop me a line.
Collaborating with the obscenely talented Ty Dale.
"With all the attention and unlimited access to film making equipment, he went balls out in an attempt to revolutionize the very concept of filmmaking. He would scream at the reels of film saying that his emotions would be transferred into the film. He would pee on the film and dance around the projector while it was showing his movies."