samuraaaaaai deli is now open.

friend of frank mysterio: yoste just kicked the shit out of a muttpop tequila. and when the dust settled and the training was complete, he was left with a fire-breathing devil-horned prison-physiqued madman. wicked tattoos that walk the line between yakuza and red dragon, with eerily realistic skin tones for ink that has been slowing spreading through years of abuse. impeccably detailed armor and sword really put this in the elite. i'm just amazed at how perfect it all is.

workin on his sumo stance.

...or maybe dropping a deuce in his hakamas.

dragon for protection, lotus for rebirth and koi for lunch.

for some reason i'm craving spaghettios.

oh, and he's available for sale.

five gees.

$5000

you have five thousand dollars to spend. [obviously this is bullshit, but play along] would you invest in a handcrafted, one of ten, 1:3 scale resin accident victim from coarse? possibly. the piece is a nice step forward for mark and sven. everyone loves more blood and bandages right? the prone "pain in dreams" is just one of an emergency room full of maladies from the glimpse of truth show that's currently showing at rotofugi. the guys must have been working nonstop because there is a shit ton of new stuff.

should've never challenged nolte to a screwdriver fight.

this life support diet makes these abs look tiiiiight.

or there's option #2. [yes, the piece above really costs 5000 american dollars]

ricardo de montreuil took $5000 and created an amazing little dystopian short film. he shot for exactly one weekend to create the raven, and now he's in talks with universal to make it a feature.

so what's it gonna be? a kick-ass piece for your shelf? or commission mr. de montreuil to create a sweet five minute movie with you as the ass-kicking star? [pretty sure he'd never do this]

this isn't really a legit question because there are billions of other things you could spend the money on, most of which are less ridiculous than these. but you see my point. hell, if you're gonna get a toy with your money, at least get something huge like a 4ft dissected or an entire platoon of 1:1 squares.

addendum: let's leave the question as a discussion of two wildly disparate endeavors. it was hasty to write off a piece like the one above without thinking about how much intimate work goes into something that complex. when something has that level of finish, it's easy to forget the hands that brought it to be.

don't swallow your gum.

chomp chomp chew squish smush push blow pop chomp chomp chomp spit

...and one more of the uber rare bubblegum muscamoots gets released into the wild. albino eyes and a very scrotum-like dewlap highlight this fine specimen created by kist. just keep him out of the collagen, or he'll be cramming it in his lips faster than a chipmunk on chex mix. i love the direction this chewy little bastard took. he's a proper new addition to the order of muscamoot.

this is what baseball card gum always tasted like.

raw stringy greasy amphibian meat.

his gills are evolved to breathe in bile.

so don't swallow your gum.

or he'll be kicking you a new ulcer for the next 10 years.

pray to the porcelain god.

it's a bird... it's a plane...

it's fucking badass is what it is.

leaked and congealed from the mind of mr. brent nolasco, "a fond farewell" is a total mindfuck of a creature. with at least eight different vinyl abominations melded together, along with other found objects, this thing has the presence of an alien god from the fourth dimension. it also marks the conclusion of his fusion sculpts. all 3d adventures that brent takes from here on will evolve from his own artwork. which is fine by me, because his art is even more mental and awesome. i can't wait to see what escapes from his studio next.

you can glimpse the perfection yourself at sdcc.

this guy will be roaming the dragatomi booth.

cardboard spaceship will also have some custom brent resins for sale.

a room of one's own.

this is the highly inspirational workspace of the wildly talented cris rose.

looks quite cozy. and it seems we share the same taste. really makes me

want a kickass studio to hide in... just some nice thoughts for a friday.

trudging through the sludge.

the third one with a soundtrack... scroll to the bottom of the post.

hit play on the youtubes and then come back up here for maximum experience.

men are always enthralled by things that are more extreme than themselves. like the ability to lift heavy objects over your head, zero fear in the face of danger and the ability to rock your face off. when you can do all three, you become a god. the madbattleman from mike sutfin is shooting 66.6% (rock). we could almost bump him up to an a+, but lifting heavy things over your head also includes not crushing your skull with those heavy things, especially when they're spiked. the new sculpt, soon to be released by reckless toys at sdcc, is so metal it hurts. production is very limited, which means only a few of you will have the opportunity to awesome up your shelf.

one look at this guy and skeletor would piss himself.

probably why american apparel is always out of purple leggings.

his arsenic flame is perfect for poisonous marshmallows.

creamy white pictures courtesy of toybot studios.

the dude might actually be even more hardcore cast in porcelain.

the solid white is just so crisp.