Retro Is Crazy (concepts part 2)

i had been told that retro are actually vintage and something old, not about to the style that we used to understand but the real story and the meaning behind it.

old jazz are playing, i believe that the music was produced even before my existent. the alcohols remain the same, it is not like some cheap bar here, instead, it looks classy for me. no stripper, no annoying music, just some dim lights and few professionals sitting inside; the well known burp cafe.

boss smiles wider today, he handed me my reward with an extra letter, it seem different today. sitting in a corner with this tiny cup of whiskey, i am reading the paper. i never realize that this retro paper has cause me to have 5 more cups, a 10 year old paper.

i believe that you are with great skills now, and definitely you killed. not surprising because of your genetic and inheritance, your parents are great assassins. you might be surprise because we ain't got blood relation, i was told to take care of you because i owe them. they are not irresponsible but things had been complicated. if you're to find out who your parents is, ask from the cafe's boss and he will tell you what to do. sorry, but i really treat you as my own.

boss smiles again, more expressional this time. onto my realization, i found it was very ironic. he say that "hand them the flowers during rain, that one who sells skins, and the other one who are still beautiful in her age."

the truth is entertaining, if life ain't just a joke, then why are we laughing.
things that happened in the old days, retro enough, crazy enough.



the clown, and the prostitute?

kenny wang

Keep One Eye Open At Night

So we’ve been away, and we wondered how many still stop on by as part of a routine retro update. Things did go blah for a while, as they inevitably do, when you have the pressure mounting up. After pouring in much absurd thoughts, we firmly knuckle down to the final design and had even completed the silk screening progressing. We will start off with the very original early sketches on the concepts as a continuous from the previous post by Tiny.

The original early sketch of mine.

The negative black and white spacing was both produced as an experimental set. We were quite appalled after being pointed out that the line refining was a slaughter for dinner. Moreover, the whole composition to lead the storyline was remained unseen.

The original plan was to overlay the wallpaper piece with this 1970’s repetitive lady background to enhance the powerful society. Instead of a captivating piece to come by, the result was cluttered and unoriginal. Same goes with the early planned overlay background vintage wallpaper.

Therefore, we started constructing a completely different composition design inspired by poker card like the image above and we focused the contrast reflection on the main character- the clown and the prostitute looking ahead a dark side of the 80’s street. I constructed this piece with a building and smoking hand overlooking the background to enhance the focus on our storyline.

Unfortunately for me, I invented an old prostitute sad to say. And while we were trying to replace the face, Zhi Kang from the Illus dept tried to help me fix it by tracing another face and haha it turned out to be the prostitute of the year cause

Jeng jeng jeng, She looked like an Ah Gua (Thai Transsexual) Hahaha. Disqualified, obviously.

Okay moving on.
We started on the hunt for the right prostitute and did a handful of bare back ones.

Tiny managed to replace it with a sensational one, check out the vintage dress! Not to forget a decade amount of time spent on experimenting the streets and building with the many used of Threshold, plus the arrangement of compositions.

Like these two.

And this came up. However, Li Wen prefers the clown to be moved and so we moved.

In-the-progress work. We took upon streets and building structure references among these 2 references and edited most of the effects with much blending and combination. Later on, as we grew more fondly into the topic, ideas began to blossom in many forms.

Kenny suggested the use of raindrops to function as a third point perspective whereas I imply on the very much retroish flowers on the wall and fully intend to experience it with colors from the 70’s and 80’s.

The final piece.

As readers have probably figured out by now, our concepts settings are based on the 1980’s street where a clown hunts for human skins to create tatoos, meanwhile sharing an intimacy with the prostitute across the street who suffered from insomia. We will be posting up the rationale alongside with the final silk screen piece. Meanwhile here's to the story and a little tadbit of concepts all adding up.

I knew my dad profession when i was 10, it is when i start to learn the philosophy. it's not that hard after all, because i grown up in such a place. i don't even know i have a mom, i never thought of anything about my existence. dad left me some tools, and the only word he told me was to 'find your life' when he slipped away. i got a friend, she left me when we were 16, she don't have a dad, that's why we were friend. we did a mistake that night, she fell and cried. i don't know how to respond, but i had a strange feeling, that was sad like grief of losing someone. this was a common thing happened in our lives, some went and never come back. my eyes was wet that night, i barely know the water fell on my cheek was rain or tear. i knew my life after that , so i carried on. we kill to survive, we trade money by lives. what other treasured, is what we hunt. i killed and i felt nothing, cause the nly thing i treasured had already left and told me the life.

today is another ordinary night, walking toward the Burp cafe to gain my reward.

down the street, the trader wore like a clown smoking a cigar and sell the precious. the skins from those that might have the same job like us, he kills those who kills. to own the skins was a glory, but for him it's just some business for more money,moreover an act to be an attention seeker, because he was lonely. norah was walking down the street, seems like she is suffer from a sleepless night. she sells her soul as the channel for them, letting her body being torture sweetly. she was the clown's favorite, i saw them when i was young. i still remember her beautiful face, the day when my dad left. i heard her compliment, they say she killed more than i did. -Kenny

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Clowns are performers. They are stereotypically characterized by their disguise. Colored wigs, stylistic makeup, outlandish costumes and large footwear. Always hiding their face under a mask of illusion, trying to amuses other by ridiculous behavior. Hiding their thoughts of loneliness, hoping to be acknowledged. Every time someone met a clown, after a moment, like a curse of forgetfulness, people tend to forget about them. Like the stars in the night, always shine brightly at night, but forgotten during the day. Night are for dreaming, not for a world without light. The town at night is a place of illusion yet it is the reality. As the clown fades into the dusk and darkness, the night had stolen the shadows from the tower of dream. -Tiny

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Thats for now. Toodles.-Zheng Joo

Sunday Morning, Rain is Falling.

Sketches

Concept:

Clowns are performers. They are stereotypically characterized by their disguise. Colored wigs, stylistic makeup, outlandish costumes and large footwear. Always hiding their face under a mask of illusion, trying to amuses other by ridiculous behavior. Hiding their thoughts of loneliness, hoping to be acknowledged. Every time someone met a clown, after a moment, like a curse of forgetfulness, people tend to forget about them. Like the stars in the night, always shine brightly at night, but forgotten during the day. Night are for dreaming, not for a world without light. The town at night is a place of illusion yet it is the reality. As the clown fades into the dusk and darkness, the night had stolen the shadows from the tower of dream. Radios always have everything, playing music loudly and lively which always a dream of the clown. Clown crackled like a radio, so lost in airwaves, without a word he is always sounded so lost, hoping to find the right key to get back on track. -Tiny

Blurish Memory

Retro graphics and style









Back to the retro future. Build with modernism designs.


Photos of nobody.

by Tiny

11.52 p.m.

Sketches of the design.
1, the arrangement, the street, clown, prostitute, burp, and human skin tattoo :)

2, tattoo design. it will be nice if in colors.


3, some of the graphic elements that i am blending in. the Beatles, and Bob Dylan! XD

the finalize or the almost finalize want are coming soon..

kenny wang

Imagination That Sound Reasonable (Concepts)

i knew my dad profession when i was 10, it is when i start to learn the philosophy. it's not that hard after all, because i grown up in such a place. i don't even know i have a mom, i never thought of anything about my existence. dad left me some tools, and the only word he told me was to 'find your life' when he slipped away. i got a friend, she left me when we were 16, she don't have a dad, that's why we were friend. we did a mistake that night, she fell and cried. i don't know how to respond, but i had a strange feeling, that was sad like grief of losing someone. this was a common thing happened in our lives, some went and never come back. my eyes was wet that night, i barely know the water fell on my cheek was rain or tear. i knew my life after that , so i carried on. we kill to survive, we trade money by lives. what other treasured, is what we hunt. i killed and i felt nothing, cause the only thing i treasured had already left and told me the life.

today is another ordinary night, walking toward the Burp cafe to gain my reward.

down the street, the trader wore like a clown smoking a cigar and sell the precious. the skins from those that might have the same job like us, he kills those who kills. to own the skins was a glory, but for him it's just some business for more money, moreover an act to be an attention seeker, because he was lonely.

norah was walking down the street, seems like she is suffer from a sleepless night. she sells her soul as the channel for them, letting her body being torture sweetly. she was the clown's favorite, i saw them when i was young. i still remember her beautiful face, the day when my dad left. i heard her compliment, they say she killed more than i did.

kenny wang

Remembrance Of Innocent

Remember when coke only cost RM0.80

and dad used to fetch me with this.

this was every boys dream.

And i was 7 back then.

this were the memories :

GAME OVER.

Mom : boy ah, faster go and do your homework, stop playing already! - kenny wang