Word: scrapbookers
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...sort of non-superhero, "underground" comix origin seems to be "Nine Lives of Fritz the Cat," a 1974 sequel to "Fritz the Cat," based on the Robert Crumb character. Am I wrong? Write me Watch for Clowes' artwork making a cameo in Seymour's "Cook's Chicken Inn" scrapbook as well as a masterfully saccharine unicorn in an art display. Similarly, Robert Crumb's daughter, Sophie, contributed all of Enid's drawings. Lastly, stick through the end credits for an alternate Seymour scene...
...weapon from Dial M for Murder. Each object - a bread knife (Blackmail), a ruby necklace (Vertigo), a glass of milk on a silver tray (Suspicion), a black lace bra (Psycho) - is placed on a square of red satin in a glass case along with a small black-and-white scrapbook-style photo of the object's film role. The room is dark, Bernard Herrmann's music for Vertigo and Psycho fill the space, and the observers are cast in the role of detectives examining evidence from the crime. It doesn't seem to matter that Mrs. Bates' wax head with...
...Howard Lee, CEO of Photoworks, one of the leading online photo processors. "Many people are using their digital cameras but not printing much out." If that doesn't change, Kodak may soon end up like so many of its devoted customers years after a great vacation, combing through a scrapbook and longing for the good old days...
Haney’s paintings read much like a scrapbook offering the viewer numerous glances into the domestic life of suburban America. Haney’s art tends towards abstraction, showing several motifs and scenes within one piece. She reduces household imagery such as fruit, bowls and cooking implements to their basic color and form. Haney combines shapes in a manner that emphasizes their proximity to the other shapes in the painting...
...picture to the media, with her parents' consent and the rationalization of putting a face to Palestinian violence. She lies on her side, her dead eyes half-open, her blackened lips slack. A trickle of blood beneath her head stains her cheerfully patterned sheets. The photo is intimate, scrapbook-like; you do not ever want to see it, if only because it is nigh impossible to look at without imagining being the one taking...