Come on Nobody, it's not like this could possibly come as a surprise...I saw a concept today that made me feel ill with covetousness...i am not being a drama queen here...i got woozy with want...i panicked knowing that a thing of such beauty and form must only exist as a concept and if, by some miracle of carbon and nivachrom, this wonder actually defied all reason and indeed inhabited this material plane, what could i possibly do, how far would i have to go and what would i need to sacrifice in order to possess it? okay, so maybe i am being a little dramatic...
check out Peter Dudas' take on the citybike...
okay one image just doesn't do this thing justice and for those (pfft..) not willing to check out the designers web page..
...were in a punk band i'd be in Frank & the Semantics.
...started a theater company it would be The Glass Globe Theater Group.
...made documentary films they would be No Guff' productions.
...was in a no depression folk group it would be called The Shiny Buckles.
...had a blog i'd call it Xebeche.
...wrote a sci-fi novel in the form of a ficticious autobiograpy written by a cynical man named Spec living in a massive bunker under a mountain in the Swiss alps generations after a nuclear holocaust, it would be called Welcome to Praxis.
...owned a coffee shop it would be called The Open Palm Café.
...was a gangster i'd be known as Fishhook...and i would make guys tell me what i needed to know by tearing their cheeks...you know like in gangs of new york? and i would tag my hits with little stainless steel fishooks..yeah..
...were to write a superhero-esk screenplay it would be called Mizaru: monkey see, monkey do.
...was a D.J. i'd be known throughout the underground clubs of London and the beaches of Ibiza as Bob the Head.
...ran a café/gallery for up and coming artists it would be called The Evil Eye Café.