Sunday, October 9, 2011

A friend of mine was telling us strange confessions recently, and she mentioned that in order to help herself sleep at night, she tells herself a story. In it she's a supernatural hero, wearing a child's fox mask, dressed in a black turtleneck and jeans, righting the wrongs of the world. I did this over lunch. I couldn't help myself.

I was designing this alien species that have alopecia universalis. Completely hairless. So they cultivate flora all over their heads, like people style their hair. The more luscious and exotic your garden head is, the wealthier or better provider they perceive you to be.

Cowboy that looks a bit gay..

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