Category: DIY

I was sitting on my studio floor yesterday, surrounded by my latest haul of 1950s sailor flash, when I caught sight of that jagged, ugly puncture in my hallway wall—the kind of…

There is something profoundly disruptive about a door that refuses to cooperate, isn’t there? I was sitting in my studio yesterday, surrounded by my latest collection of 1950s sailor flash—I’m even wearing…

I was staring at my collection of vintage flash sheets—the ones with the most delicate, century-old linework—when I realized my cheap, particle-board shelf was bowing under the weight of their history. It…

I was sitting on my studio floor last Tuesday, surrounded by a chaotic sprawl of vintage flash sheets and a half-finished sketch, when I realized my cheap, particle-board shelving unit was bowing…

I was sitting on my studio floor yesterday, surrounded by a chaotic spread of 1940s traditional flash sheets and my mismatched polka-dot socks, when I realized something startling: we treat home safety…

I remember sitting hunched over a tiny, cluttered drafting table in my studio back in SF, my neck screaming in protest while I tried to meticulously trace the fine linework of a…

I was sitting in my studio yesterday, surrounded by the heavy, comforting scent of stencil primer and old paper, trying to focus on a delicate neo-traditional piece. But every time my pen…

I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, the sharp, metallic scent of cutting oil thick in the air, watching a single sliver of steel curl away from the tool like a…

I was sitting in my studio last Tuesday, surrounded by a chaotic spread of 1950s sailor flash and my latest collection of vintage botanical prints, when I realized how much we overcomplicate…

I was sitting on my studio floor last Tuesday, sorting through a particularly weathered batch of 1920s sailor flash, when I realized my mind had drifted far from ink and onto the…