/Peekaboo, or, why I need to live in a real city

Mi madre studied urban planning in college and maintains that she "is an urban child," a startling revelation in the face of the fact that I live in the smallest of towns and have always done so. And while I appreciate what small-town, rural, Southern life has to offer, I also realize that, fundamentally,  I too am an urban child. I need museums and music and art and food.

Enter Munky King, home of some sort of indie art scene and an event hosted by StrangeCo, some sort of indie designer toy store. The flyer to your left is for an exhibit featuring 6 years worth of Dean Bradley's character designs and the release of the Mainframe vinyl toy.

It's a cool flyer for a cool toy, one for which I have neither the money, nor the shelf space (I fill those motherfuckers up with books, learning, and science). Hell, I don't even know who Dean Bradley is,  but, goddamnit, I probably would if I lived in New York or San Francisco, or at least in the swanky suburbs thereof.
 
In any case, poking around on StrangeCo and Munky King have left me wanting to see more of these designer toy-model things. I enjoy them from an aesthetic, nouveauretro perspective -- beauty and badassitude for badassitude's sake, not because I particularly need them or cluttering up my shelf space which, like I said, has science on it.