Been away from shoes for a while--working way to hard to do anything but sleep in my free time. Recently I've been trying to scale back at work so I can come home and get some quality chemical huffing time. Nothing really relaxes me like the fumes of brand new shoes, sharpie, fabric marker, and sealant spray.
On an unrelated note, I've noticed that I can't taste food anymore.
Imagine my excitement when an Art Director at Goodby commissioned lil' ol' me to do a birthday present for his awesome wife. I have yet to meet her, but I can infer her awesomeness from the fact that she rocks gory zombie kicks.
The sides are a tribute to the lettering on 1970s Zombie film posters. As a present to myself (justified by an "investment in a project") I bought a massive book on 70s lettering and proceeded to rip off the coolest stuff in the horror and comic book chapters.
The final shoes being modeled by a happy recipient: