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The Chairman on the Beach

February 24th, 2011 by Corey A. Edwards

Some more, some more …

October 15th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards


Geddum while they’re hawt.

Monsters n’ Robots n’ T-shirts: oh my!

October 13th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards

As I continue to work at upgrading my pokey, old website and organizing the photos on my harddrives (!), other, long-forgotten projects continue to rear their heads. One of which is before you, now:

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The Chairman

November 15th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards

You’ve seen this before – or variations of it, anyway.

This is one of my friends, lovingly referred to by a small knot of Japanese toy fiends as “The Chairman.”

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Chiburu Chiburu Chiburu (no pepsi: coke)

October 25th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards

In case it isn’t clear, I love me some Chibull.

Of all the toys I own, I think I’ve shot more images of the Chibull than any other.

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Hatless Hill

March 28th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards

Another friend, seen here in a way that is extemely rare: with naked hair.

Unca Sjoen

March 26th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards

This is a friend of mine. Actually he’s a mutant bastard who threatened to pull my lungs out through my urethra if I didn’t sketch him up.

And he could do it, too – he’s all about the urethra, Unca Sjoen is.

Watch it, kiddies.

Peer Pressure

January 28th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards

So I’m in San Francisco last weekend with a buncha danged professionals and I’m feeling the odd man out. (I mean I felt strange in their company. Get your mind out of the gutter)

Anyway, they’ve all got nice cars, successful careers, wallets full of cash, and really great clothes. Especially the shoes. Every one of these bastards has what appears to be a brand new pair of shoes on their feet – sneakers or leathers – that probably cost more than my diet since September, and there I was in my four year old, beat to shit, steel-toed, brown hiking boots with obvious, whisker-like black laces. The original, brown ones were worn out and all I had were these stiff black things that I stupidly decided to replace the others with just before the trip.

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