I like these kids tees at Little Red Head. The designs are great and the colors are modern. The Australian designer is inspired by fabric patterns and mimics the sewn applique technique with the silk screen process and sews on button eyes to complete the trompe de l’oueil. It’s all good at Little Red Head and keeping it planet friendly is all part of the great designs. Bigcartel stores are awesome when you find one like Little Red Head!

This is a new design that I’m working on for a kids tee to add to the orangeheat line. I had my 2 and some change year old son Jett add some color and I like the results. There is plenty to learn from the young guns but this is a great lesson in painting outside the lines. Why is that so hard to do as an adult and so easy to do as a child? I think I’ll do a Jett version as a full color heat transfer, why not it’s kids apparel right? I can just feel the fun it was painting this home-run-hitter.

This slugger is swinging for the fences and breaking outta the box!

I remember the temptation of drawing on a new pair of Chuck Taylor’s, the white canvas crying out for something more. These pink bad boys from Houston, TX, are pretty sweet! Excellent stuff here. I really like the retraced Star, very nice touch, blending with the existing art, while enhancing simultaneously. The rubber soles perimeter was always a favorite section to draw on, as the ink gets soaked up nicely and welcomely. Doddle your shoes and enjoy. Kids can’t have all the fun; besides, what else are you going to do in that 1930s-era soup queue?

Vous les avez tenus au moins une fois dans votre mains quand vous etiez enfant les avions et les bateaux en fer-blanc, les robots a remonter ou les belles americaines. En plus des jouets en fer-blanc et autres, les caisses a joujoux abritaient un pele-mele bigarre de reves et de desirs enfantins.

Les tin toys nous remettent en memoire une epoque que nous pensions avoir oubliee, et grace a eux nous pouvons revivre notre enfance. —Teruhisa Kitahara

I like to find art hiding in cracks and nooks, like this poster from my lost pet flyers collection. This is the only flyer featuring a drawing of the beloved pet, rather than a photo. The colors and text are quite artful, and J.J looks like a tricky little birdy if there ever was one, with one eye cocked over his shoulder, ready to take fast flight, even with his puny T-Rex wings. 

So if you happen to be in the Laurel Canyon area and see a long-tailed green bird speaking some words, please call the number and catch him if you can!

I loved the Harlem Globetrotters and had this poster on my bedroom wall for a very long time. The other two panels not shown here have Curly and Twiggy my favorites along with Meadowlark Lemon. Their moves were awesome and I was always convinced that they could kick any teams ass in fine style. I kinda wondered why they didn’t just join the NBA and destroy all the teams like the team they toured with and beat every night. The amazing thing about the Globetrotters was that as awesome as they were the anonymous team took the beating without looking too weak.

Imagine knowing you will lose every time you step out onto the court, even if it is only a demonstration slash entertainment style pickup game, it still would be a tough gig. Wouldn’t you wanna just once break out and slam dunk the ball?

What is not to like about this awesome promo picture from the days when the Expos played ball at Jerry Park. The yellowed paper and shrink wrap are great, but the strange font that was not kerned is pretty sweet, and so is the overall casual vibe of the whole photo shoot; this could be a high school photo! The players seem like a team more than anything. With their faces all shaded out by their hats they seem to dig their privacy. There are some great names in the ranks like the rockstars Bob Stinson and Ron Wood. I seem to remember getting popcorn in a cardboard orange megaphone that I could yell GO EXPOS into once it was empty.

This is a great plate glass window that flashed the hood before it was junked! A failed restaurant briefly moved in and used a silhouette of the watusi girl on their menu as a nod to the history of the building. I think the place was called the auto bar in the olden days. I’m glad I snapped some pictures before the image was destroyed forever. If you know the name of the artist who painted this window please hit the comments button below the post and clue us all in. I like the graffiti beard on the girl it seems kinda perfect and the 7up sticker in the lower right corner.  The shattered glass adds a special touch also, moments before the dumpster strikes. Sometimes the past winks at you if you pay attention.

Here is an example of something I was trying to hit on with the ugly murals post. This font which shall remain nameless is as hideous as a typeface comes and yet it is as widespread as the common grackle bird which overpopulates Austin. I almost understand using this font for a cheesy hair salon with an egyptian motif but to cut thru one inch thick metal trying to imitate the way ink bleeds on parchment paper is so ridiculous it almost elevates it to high art. Like the ugly murals that have a hint of high art in the terrible execution and weak conception. A fluke in a way creating something great by being clueless. Kinda makes you wanna keep your punk rock on!

The year is 2018 and all service stations are pretty much moth-balled. The air is fit to breathe again and everyone zips around at the speed of electricity. Plugging into big box retail three prongs for some extra juice, while the huge propellers labor and spin. The sun kicks down some extra power for the lights and we are living large in the age of space.

Remember when you could get a clean windshield and oil check free of charge. I’m sure there is a perfectly good reason why we need to tip the homeless for a service we should be getting free of charge. I guess the 9/10ths of a penny surcharge per gallon also makes perfect sense. If I buy half a gallon will you round down the amount and let me keep my shiny penny or will you pocket that bad boy? Nevermind nickels and dimes Pegasus wants my pennies.