DALEK Propaganda Style Poster by Francesco Francavilla
It’s the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who so expect a few Whovian posts here on the blog.
Today features a WW2 Propaganda style poster of the Daleks, inspired by the WW2 episode aired a few years ago.
Please note: this is simply what you see, a poster about DALEKS and their being the meanest villains of all. No other message is implied here.
22 Jump Street is starting their viral campaign early.
Everybody read this.
Young creators, please know that “getting published” is not the be-all-end-all of doing comics. There are so many people in this industry who will take advantage of your eagerness to be a “real comic artist.” Yes, you DO need a lawyer, I don’t care how must you trust that publisher, how big or small. Every contract, every time. Don’t sell something for what you think is a fair price. Know what the fair price is. Know what your value is. Know what the industry standards are. If you can’t get a good deal, don’t take a bad deal and hope for the best. Don’t take a bad deal and tell yourself it’s better than no deal at all. There are so many other avenues.
A precursor to Halloween.
They brought up this point exactly at the Women in Comics panel I attended at NYCC this year. People go on and on about lack of female creators in comics, but what they really mean is lack of female creators in “mainstream” comics.
Which of course led to another discussion: when people say “mainstream” comics, what they really mean is “superhero,” because if you define mainstream by the size of readership, those of female-created webcomics certainly rival that of Marvel and DC’s sales figures.
The VMAs this year opened with Lady Gaga alternating between a dozen wigs and backdrops in a visual spectacle, which was pretty impressive, but was it as fun of a show opener as Greta Gerwig madly dancing with a bunch of children to Arcade Fire’s “Afterlife” in one long steadycam shot through several sets? Nope.
It Was Boobies Killed the Beast
Friday night in Brooklyn, and I thought the right thing to do was to watch a person in a monkey suit flip off an audience and destroy a cardboard city. No, it wasn’t a sex thing. Well, actually, sort of.
The IFC Center in New York will ignore Blue is the Warmest Color's NC-17 rating and allow teens to go in and watch the film.
Absolutely fantastic. I will never understand why so many honest, important movies about high school kids are made unsuitable for high school kids to watch by the MPAA.