Demonic Frenchies Take Over the Hague!
Uh oh.. we knew it had to happen sooner or later. Yup, it’s giant demonic French Bulldogs, possessing an entire office building in the Hague.
Close up footage here – http://www.maxalot.com/xhbtn/ta07.shtml
Actually, this was a way cool video installation held in the Hague during the Today’s Art festival –
we’ve come up with another very exiting installation where we will use 2 DLP video projectors (20K ansilumen each) and a set of Wacom pads to enable severeral artists to create artwork live during the 2 festival evenings from 20.00 to 23.00hrs. Performing graphic wizards are Antistrot (4 members simultaneous drawing action), Inocuodesign (JAVIER GUTIERREZ GIL and DAVID FERNANDEZ ORENGO)and Kustaa Saksi or Mike Young of Weworkforthem (not defined yet).
Frenchie artwork is by DestroyRockCity. You’ll find more of his weird, wonderfully funky stuff on the nav menu on his site – just look under anything with ‘devil dog’ in the title.
Tip o’ the hat to Luisa at Lassie Get Help for the link. See? I told you she always has the cool stuff.
(Almost) All the ladies love McLovin
Squeamish readers take note: This post contains descriptive terms you might not enjoy reading. Feel free to skip by looking at this cute video of a kitten.
McLovin is slowly losing his mind, and I can’t say I blame him. Poor Elliott – it’s not easy being the only mature boy in a house full of French Bulldog ladies in the mood for love.
The progesterone fest, however, is slowly winding down. Only Paris still remains committed to her one true love (or at least her one true ‘you’ll do for now’), with Penelope and Tula having come to the conclusion that he isn’t, in fact, all that and a bag of chips.
It was a different story last week however, when Penelope spent most of her time either pining for her beloved, or screeching at the top of her lungs whenever she caught sight of him. Elliott was busily peeing every place he caught scent of her, which apparently included the leather recliner and my suede Converse running shoes.
Tula’s infatuation wore off mighty quick. Within 24 hours, she went from “Ooooh baby” to “Ewwww, icky”, a sea change she expressed with her fine white teeth and an impressive show of snarling. Elliott, being a typical, easy going male French Bulldog, shrugged off her change of heart with some befuddled confusion and a great deal of sangfroid.
Penelope, on the other hand, objected mightily to Ms. Tula dissing her beloved, and a quick and fierce battle over whether or not Elliott was, indeed, the most handsome Frenchie alive was only broken up when I intervened with a bucket of water and a hose. Rumors that the other dogs were hanging around in the background chanting “Jerry, Jerry” and that Sailor, Penelope’s mom, stepped in and swung a chair at Tula’s head are unsubstantiated.
The fight was declared a draw, with Tula walking away muttering “I still say he stinks“, while Nell, gazing at Elliott with moony love struck eyes, hummed “one day, my frog prince will come”.
Less than a week later, and oh how things have changed. Nell and Tula are now united in their disdain for Elliott’s manly ways, and have expressed that opinion with several “Get the hell away from me or I’ll neuter you with my teeth” conversations. Elliott has decided that he’ll just stick with Paris for now.
What a surprise he’s in for when Paris falls out of love with him. That girl will eat him alive if he comes sniffing around too insistently…
Tessa, being old and experienced in the ways of amour, has said that love and romance are dearly over rated, and pale in comparison to a nice nap in a sunny spot in the garden.
Thursday Thirteen – 13 of my favorite French Bulldog photos
I just finished scanning and re touching some old print photographs. I had forgotten how hard it can be to get details out of print images, even ones done at decent photo developing places. Working with digital images for so long has made me complacent about being able to turn little images into big ones, without losing details. Not so, with prints.
Uploading all of these old images sent me on one of those memory lane trips that only old photos seem to be able to inspire. It gave me an idea for this edition of Thursday Thirteen – 13 of my favorite old French Bulldog photographs, in no particular order. You can click on them to see them full sized.