I'm interviewed in this month's Advanced Photoshop Magazine for a feature about home studios and tips on how to build a successful one. Check it out ! Download PDF here.

Brian Singer, the brains behind the 1000 Journals Project, invited me a while back to decorate a Munny doll for the San Francisco AIGA annual Gala event. The theme was "A Night of Adult Toys" and the Munny dolls were sold in a silent auction as a fundraiser. I had a blast collage-ing my munny dude with bits and pieces of scrap paper, polaroids, melting crayons all over him, and giving him long luscious legs instead of short stumpy ones...

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A while back, the guys who run Sneaker Pimps, the world's largest touring sneaker hip-hop lifestyle exhibition, contacted me to customize a pair of high-tops. The show which travels all of the world, features over 1500 pairs of rare, limited edition, vintage, celebrity signed and artist-collaborated sneakers. My pair are inspired by the urban obsession with sneakers and how people literally commit crimes to steal shoes straight off of people's feet... hence the industrial locks instead of laces. It was a lot of fun and I accidentally glued my fingers together several times with high-powered super glue.

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A reproduction of my original handmade book "NYC SOUL CITY" is available for sale at blurb.com ! Click here if you want a copy.

The intro was written by my good buddy Jim Macnie:
A cab cracks into a hydrant and keeps going. The fare it bypassed screams
and flips it the bird. One big SPLASH and dumpster juice is everywhere - you know, remnants of a shitty hamburger rubbing dirt mustard on a crumpled Daily News shot of Hillary hugging a five-year-old. New York's coarse side has been lauded by all sorts of artists. The most shallow romanticize the filth. But those who accept the vulgarity and tension for what it is usually reveal a bit of its heart too. Tension. Calamity. The urban obstinance that turns a jackhammer into a musical instrument. Linda Zacks finds the mess both engaging and reviling. In NYC SOUL CITY she scrutinizes those mixed feelings, and the middle ground she settles for makes sense: one clear ray of sunshine can momentarily illuminate the turd-tinged Hudson, and bumper-to-bumper car coitus does have its erotic side. Want a little study in the way we strain ourselves each day? Want to see how living all over each other has its intrigue? Walk the streets with her, and keep your eyes open. One person's pissy alleyway is another's pied a terre.