Still no photographic backgrounds. Hope no-one’s noticed.
I’m just hoping the original magazine cover is famous enough for people to get the joke…
I’ve run out backgrounds, hence the plainness. Just got back from the centre of town, where I’ve been taking photos of deserted streets. It was depressing to see what a shithole Aro Valley is becoming -there’s been an explosion of graffiti, and it’s not the pretty, artistic kind. It’s the depressing, squalid kind that looks like mental illness on a wall.
Okay, back to the cafe for a second, but I think that’s the last Fidels shot. Finn has an older brother called Lysander. This is an incredibly convoluted literary joke referring to Evelyn Waugh’s Sword of Honour trilogy, so well done for spotting that there. I’m drawing Jitterati and then going out to photograph Central Wellington just as the sun comes up for reasons which will become clear in the next few days.
Time for a setting change. Aro Park. Plot plot plot. Glad to be out of that cafe? I met a friend there last week, and realised I’d been drawing Alex and Finn sitting way too high in their seats -about 30cm. Am I inclined to go back and fix it? Am I bollocks.
It’s been a while, hasn’t it?
I met Joe Sacco at the Readers and Writers Week on Thursday, and again on Sunday when I was just passing by and thought I’d pop into the Embassy Theatre to see if there were any cartoonists there. We arranged to meet him in a cafe tent set up in Waitangi Park for the Festival, but he didn’t show. So we were forced to endure the company of authors Michael Cunningham, Robert Hass, Louise Erdrich, Ronald Wright and the festival organiser, Carla Van Zon, who were sitting next to us and networking like crazy. Wellington is like that sometimes.
I was going to start updating Brunswick tonight after finishing the play on Friday, but I’m still wiped out. The strip may be getting a bit more publicity on the 1st of April, so I’ll try to be vaguely up-to-date by then. The play has six musical numbers, stars Fitz, and has the potential to be the most monumentally daft thing to ever appear on stage at Bats, so more about that in April as well.
For some prime examples of evil Finn see here: How To Freak Out Lovely Mormons