Friday, November 30, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Iz bilježnice 3
Mejo, Maxime, Biuk, hvala na pokušajima, ali sve vam je krivo. Prošli tjedan brkovi su bili redom: S. S. Kranjčević, Honore de Balzac, Sam Elliott i Freddie Mercury. A tko su ova četvorica?
Skenovi su ovaj put malo bolji. Kliknite na slike da se povećaju.
Skenovi su ovaj put malo bolji. Kliknite na slike da se povećaju.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
Iz bilježnice 2
Vlasnici prošlotjednih brkova bili su redom: Ivo Fabijan, Antonin Panenka, Ljudevit Gaj.
Krešimir Biuk bit će prigodno nagrađen za pokušaj, a vi prepoznajte ovu četvoricu:
Friday, November 16, 2012
Šumska zgoda II
Prije godinu dana, na drugom 24-satnom crtanju scenarist Glasnović i ja počeli smo drugu epizodu Šumske zgode, ali je, avaj, ja nisam dovršio crtati. I evo, već godinu dana poslije...
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Iz bilježnice
Nikad mi nije išlo crtanje portreta prema slikama, pa to nikad nisam radio, a onda sam se sjetio da mi možda baš zato nije išlo. Kako bilo, uzeo sam bilježnicu (A5, bez crta, s tvrdim koricama, pravi endem) i počeo crtati portrete. Prvi je slučajno bio porter čovjeka s brkovima, pa je uz sugestiju sa strane to postala bilježnica s portretima ljudi s brkovima. Evo prva tri, a vi pogodite tko je tko. (S vremenom postaje bolje.)
Friday, November 9, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Ma daj 76
Na blogu sam dosta u zakašnjenju sa stvarnim stanjem, tako da u nedjelju izlazi već 100. (stota!) pasica u Jutarnjem.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Movember
Ne zaboravite da danas počinje MOVEMBER, mjesec puštanja brkova (moustache + november). Danas se obrijete i do kraja mjeseca brk je spreman. Detalji u linku.
Rudyard Kipling jednom je napisao ovu dugačku pjesmu o tome kako postati čovjek/muškarac:
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Ali je i on uvidio da je jednostavnije pustiti brkove:
Pa zašto ne biste i vi?
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