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Aug 13, 2012
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Amazing work on all these platforms from Stuart Witter. Seems that every commission customer wants Troopers!
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Teddy Stormtrooper, 10 inch
Fonzo Trooper
Buff Trooper, 3 inch
Android Trooper
Stormtrooper MAD*L, 5 inch
Stormtrooper Dudebox, 8 inch
Stormtrooper Munny, 4 inch
10-Doh Trooper, 8 inch
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9:45 AM
Just arrived from Dudebox is this 7.5-inch Punchy the Clown figure designed by Attaboy!
Attaboy is an internationally acclaimed artist, creator and toy designer whose work is seen in galleries, museums, boutiques, magazines, books and so many more places and spaces. In 1996, Attaboy started his career designing and inventing toys for Milton Bradley and Hasbro. In 2002, Atta released the Axtrx, one of the first western vinyl toys to be distributed en mass. Axtrx, with its interchangeable mouths, has often been referred to as the "gateway toy" for many burgeoning collectors.
Scores of Attaboy vinyl, plush and specially made resin sculptures soon followed, along with art licensing deals with many of the top creator loving companies. In 2005, Attaboy co-founded the acclaimed and best selling new contemporary art magazine Hi-Fructose with his wife, the artist, Annie Owens. Since its premier, it has gained an enthusiastic worldwide distribution, launched the careers of many artists, and spawned a best-selling series of Collected Editions. Attaboy lives in the East Bay of San Francisco with his wife, a pug named Donut, and a pesky bunny named GiGi. With so much under his belt we had to spend some time with him to see what makes him tick!
To rad an interview with Attaboy on the Dudebox site, click here.
9:30 AM
Spektor, designer and founder of B|Sides Toys in Brooklyn, New York, presents a new line of designer vinyl toys. Finger Mafia combines Spektor's passion for designer toys, his love of New York city and it's diversity and his love of gangster movies and TV shows. "The idea for Finger Mafia came from an article I read about Japanese gangs, or Yakuza. It described an act of contrition called yubitsume, which is when a gang member ritually cuts off a finger as a way of apologizing to a Yakuza boss for some act of disrespect. " To get the project up and running Spektor has setup a Kickstarter project offering tier levels from $5 to $1000. At the higher levels you can even have your own idea designed and hand painted by Spektor himself. How bad ass is that? Plus there is a super limited exclusive Shiny Black Mafia available to the first five people to donate at the highest level. Throw in some great t-shirts and stickers in addition to the figures and this is definitely a project that collectors will not want to miss out on.
More photos and production pictures after the jump.
8:40 AM
TO Designs made these excellent Female Ninja Dunnys. The yellow and green ones are still available: $80 shipped worldwide. All come with a mini canvas to make it even more special. Contact TO Designs here!
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Aug 12, 2012
10:30 AM
Just arrived from Dudebox is this 7.5-inch Neesh figure designed by Hicks.
Hicks learned all about the spray can with the 54 Crew and still adopts the number as a part of his artist signature.
His prolific creation process often means his studio was overflowing with paintings, so he left them out on the street for people to help themselves to. He has perfected his brush line and the results have been numerous exhibitions and being crowned the winner of Secret Wars. With fans and commercial jobs all over the world he spends his time illustrating, painting murals and singing the blues. You can always count on Hicks to get it done right, make it look easier than it is, and do it wearing an impeccable suit.
To read an interview with Hicks, click here.
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4:58 AM
EL HOOLIGAN presents his Nordic Warriors (7 inch Munny). They are called Olaf and Bjorn (Olaf has red hair and Bjorn has blonde hair).
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Aug 11, 2012
10:30 AM
Mark Gmehling is one of the leading names in German Street Art, and is best known for his digital illustration and animations (see video below for proof). His creations are the perfect fit for us here at Dudebox. In his world everything is possible, including an interview with us, so we had a sit down to go over what drives his imagination wild!
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6:38 AM
Amazing artwork from Fplus, read this all and enjoy this piece!
As he ventures deep into the harsh and inhospitable nether regions of the outlying area simply known as "The Wastes", he knows he can not go back now, not when he has come so far. The Ghouls and horrors he has seen along the way would have broken most men, but not the knight they have grown to affectionately call "The Stag" (from his name sake, Sir Taenius of the Alussion Gardens). As he struggles to gain purchase up the slippery cliffside, he realizes the toll the trip has taken on him. It would be so easy to let himself go and slide like a forgotten doll, back down the jagged slope into the unforgiving darkness. From the faint, yet savage sounds below, there is no doubt of monsters laying in wait in that impossibly black pit. All manner of creature poised with anxious ferocity, for his inevitable misstep. He pictures the face of his beloved. Her night sky hair, like gently spun onyx. Her eyes, deep as the great oceans, and as hypnotic as the waves on their shores. Her stunning beauty, quickly replaced by the twisted face of her certain terror. It burns our hero in his chest, like he just swallowed a fistful of white hot coal.
With freshly stoked determination, he pulled his heavily armored body over the summit, standing to find the lost Cemetery of the Ghonne. The graveyard that lay in front of him was chillingly desolate and bereft of even the whispers of wind. The Ghonne, a cult of dark alchemists that serve their Demon masters beyond the veil of mortality, had a reputation for blood rituals. in their last days, they had kidnapped and killed every member of a small neighboring village, resulting in an all out attack by the Queen's guard, where every member of the cult was slain without quarter, and their entire village was turned into a graveyard, the ground salted, and every building set aflame.
It was rumored that this place was haunted by the vengeful spirits of those Dark artisans, but the Stag knew the truth of it. It was no rumor, he had seen that Nightmarish angel with his own eyes, with skin that must have been made of blue flames, the alchemical symbols on his robe unmistakable to his scholarly eyes. The monster that took his love was some how related to the Ghonne, and this God forsaken place was undoubtedly where it had taken her. As he wandered deeper into the seemingly endless dead lands, the silence was broken, by the unearthly sound he had first heard a few days prior. As the sound grew, so did a faint purple glow in the distant fog. With a slight reluctance, the stag pressed forward, now seeing a familiar blue color framed by the purple glow. as the mist parted, and the vague features came into focus, he stood, more than slightly stunned at the realization, that odd, faint sound was of flesh burning with the blue flame of a Demon.
Fear struck him like a ram charging headfirst into an anvil. The Demon was looking right at him--no, right at his very soul. As he raised his blood soaked battle axe for combat, the Demon's mouth opened to make a cacophony of sound. It was like a thousand guttural voices screaming in pain all at once, yet somehow he understood the message with crystal clarity: "Death is infinite". Just then, the ground began to tremble and split with the same haunting blue light erupting from below. As the land beneath shifted, arms started to burst forth violently from the blighted ground, as the restless corpses of the Ghonne cultists started to frantically grasp at his cape and armor.
The Stag stood frozen, absolutely shocked as the dark world in front of him transformed into an absolute masterpiece of certain death. This time, he did not think of giving up, but of something his father told him "Bravery is not about being fearless in the face of danger; bravery is when you are filled to the brim with fear, and you fight with everything you have despite it."
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As he ventures deep into the harsh and inhospitable nether regions of the outlying area simply known as "The Wastes", he knows he can not go back now, not when he has come so far. The Ghouls and horrors he has seen along the way would have broken most men, but not the knight they have grown to affectionately call "The Stag" (from his name sake, Sir Taenius of the Alussion Gardens). As he struggles to gain purchase up the slippery cliffside, he realizes the toll the trip has taken on him. It would be so easy to let himself go and slide like a forgotten doll, back down the jagged slope into the unforgiving darkness. From the faint, yet savage sounds below, there is no doubt of monsters laying in wait in that impossibly black pit. All manner of creature poised with anxious ferocity, for his inevitable misstep. He pictures the face of his beloved. Her night sky hair, like gently spun onyx. Her eyes, deep as the great oceans, and as hypnotic as the waves on their shores. Her stunning beauty, quickly replaced by the twisted face of her certain terror. It burns our hero in his chest, like he just swallowed a fistful of white hot coal.
With freshly stoked determination, he pulled his heavily armored body over the summit, standing to find the lost Cemetery of the Ghonne. The graveyard that lay in front of him was chillingly desolate and bereft of even the whispers of wind. The Ghonne, a cult of dark alchemists that serve their Demon masters beyond the veil of mortality, had a reputation for blood rituals. in their last days, they had kidnapped and killed every member of a small neighboring village, resulting in an all out attack by the Queen's guard, where every member of the cult was slain without quarter, and their entire village was turned into a graveyard, the ground salted, and every building set aflame.
It was rumored that this place was haunted by the vengeful spirits of those Dark artisans, but the Stag knew the truth of it. It was no rumor, he had seen that Nightmarish angel with his own eyes, with skin that must have been made of blue flames, the alchemical symbols on his robe unmistakable to his scholarly eyes. The monster that took his love was some how related to the Ghonne, and this God forsaken place was undoubtedly where it had taken her. As he wandered deeper into the seemingly endless dead lands, the silence was broken, by the unearthly sound he had first heard a few days prior. As the sound grew, so did a faint purple glow in the distant fog. With a slight reluctance, the stag pressed forward, now seeing a familiar blue color framed by the purple glow. as the mist parted, and the vague features came into focus, he stood, more than slightly stunned at the realization, that odd, faint sound was of flesh burning with the blue flame of a Demon.
Fear struck him like a ram charging headfirst into an anvil. The Demon was looking right at him--no, right at his very soul. As he raised his blood soaked battle axe for combat, the Demon's mouth opened to make a cacophony of sound. It was like a thousand guttural voices screaming in pain all at once, yet somehow he understood the message with crystal clarity: "Death is infinite". Just then, the ground began to tremble and split with the same haunting blue light erupting from below. As the land beneath shifted, arms started to burst forth violently from the blighted ground, as the restless corpses of the Ghonne cultists started to frantically grasp at his cape and armor.
The Stag stood frozen, absolutely shocked as the dark world in front of him transformed into an absolute masterpiece of certain death. This time, he did not think of giving up, but of something his father told him "Bravery is not about being fearless in the face of danger; bravery is when you are filled to the brim with fear, and you fight with everything you have despite it."
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