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Draplinformation:
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“All the Warts and Moles.”
Employment History
Draplin Design Co. – Portland, Ore. - - - - Cinco Design Office – Portland, Ore. Our first "big time" studio gig. I worked primarily on Nixon watches, Gravis footwear and Helly Hansen outerwear. Gigantic thanks to John "Goo" Phemister and Kirk James for believing in me, as well as to the colleagues I did battle with day to day: David Nakamoto, Dean Gross, Chris Soli, Ben Munson, Josh Nelson, Ed "Little Hands" Morales, Kristin Denight, Gary Vossenkemper and Sunny." - - - - Snowboarder Magazine – San Juan Cap, Calif. What started with a loose-lipped phone call from Mark Sullivan promising fame, riches and an upgrade on my tan turned into 22 months of making pages, being hot, sitting in traffic, paying way too much for way too little and the occasional wearing of flip-flops. Much love to Pat "the eYe" Bridges, Evan Rose, Jeff Baker, Michael "Chief" Nusenow and Mark Sullivan for taking such good care of me down in that hell hole." - - - - Charles Spencer Anderson Design – Minneapolis, Minn. We scanned, scanned and did some scanning. Just happy to help out. Real Good™. - - - - Princess Tours – Anchorage, Alas. "Wash To Live, Live To Wash," and, "Don't Take Any Shit From Those Servers," respectively. Another quote we were famous for during those "summers on the rail" went something like this: "We're not here to make friends." - - - - Draplindustries Design Co. – North America And so it began, in a shit-ass rental house just off Century Drive in Bend, Ore. - - - - Nickel Ads – Bend, Ore. My first "design gig" and almost last due to "Nickel-gate," or, the informal launch of the Bend-famous "Volcano Magazine." - - - - Sunflower Productions - East Jordan, Mich. Step right up! Read all about! You in the Billy Ray Cyrus t-shirt! Win yer girlfren a Bart Simpson mirror!" - - - - Mt. Holiday Ski Resort – Traverse City, Mich. We owned that place. - - - - China Fair – Traverse City, Mich. That, by far, was the dirtiest walk-in cooler I have ever had to “clean.” Insurmountable filth. - - - - Crusted Creations Pizza – Traverse City, Mich. An infamous lawsuit—which we won, goddammit—soured the business relationship. - - - - Second Chance Body Armor – Central Lake, Mich. On a big stretch of land a couple miles outside of the town I grew up in was the estate of the local business man, Rich Davis'. He ran a body armor business in town manufacturing kevlar bulletproof vest. The motherfucker would even go as far as shooting himself in the chest wearing one, hit the deck and then jump up to shoot some bowling pins, or, crooks dead. These were the days of insanity. Well, each summer they held an event called the "Second Chance Shoot" complete with shoot 'em up competitions where cops, swatfucks and sketch-ass Vets would shoot up bowling pins for prizes. It was VERY intense and for a couple week this one summer, I was a brass rat. In between these animals shooting shit up, I'd run and pick up the shells for a local recycler. Hence the term, "Brass Rat." It was an exotic event. Cops and crazies from all over were attracted to it, and there was this sense of lawlessness and chaos lingering everywhere. I remember having a pocket ful of firecrackers and knives and a lighter and matches and well, just all sorts of rogue shit a 12-year-old shouldn't have in his pocket. I'll never forget walking up to a picnic table of vice cops laughing at a scrapbook. When I got closer and on my tippie-toes, I could see the center of their guffaws. A crime scene photographer from the Chicago Police Dept. was showing off some of his prized "scenes." I remember a picture of this little girl...bloody, crumpled up in some barb wire after being murdered...and this guy making some joke about her guts being spilled or something. And all of them laughing. I was 12." |