Including too many attempts at melissadowell. That's what you get for being pretty at the next booth all weekend long.

Tags: art_mine, new_york, sketches

Stéphane Peru, already the studio hero for making so many of our books look so good, was our Colossus once again and drove the rented SUV down to NYC and back. Through a fucking snowstorm on the way down, no less.

I only discovered once I was standing in it that Hell's Kitchen is the real name of a place. I thought it was made up for Daredevil to have a creepy neighborhood under him. I'm not much of a traveller, New York and London are the only two places in the world that hold any childhood-reading-bred wonder for me, and the wonder New York holds is almost entirely negative. It's the place where they mug you if you look upwards, it's the place where the other kids in school beat you up on your birthday, it's the place where you make up Spider-Man to feel safe. Whereas London is the place where Peter Pan'll pull you into another dimension if you get bored, where even the wifebeating graverobbers have some good in their heart, your one true love is always the sole survivor of that ship lost at sea and your surly doppelgänger will volunteer to go to the guillotine in your place.

So, whereas I walked London wide-eyed, in NYC I'm always vaguely surprised not to find myself in Hell. And to see expensive coffee shops when I do find myself in Hell's Kitchen.

The burnt-to-shit yellow cab and the traffic accident directly behind us within one minute of our arrival on Manhattan island were nice touches, though.

Photographs of our adventures here, I'll upload my few acceptable sketches of that weekend soon.

Tags: comics, new_york, serge_lapointe, stephane_peru, studio, yanick_paquette