shark shark attack.

well that's the end of jaws. he was either attacked by another shark man, or fell into an industrial garbage disposal, or was ambushed by a band of chipmunks with katanas, or doesn't know how to use nail clippers, or fell in love with a weed whip, or swam less than 30 minutes after eating, or... i could do this all day.

motorbot has put the finishing touches on his custom coarsetoys pain jaws and it's ridiculous. he tore this guy to shreds; buckets of blood, teeth marks, eye gouge, bruises, shredded skin, exposed bones. i don't think this was a fair fight. he's truly in pain now, although the glare stays stoic.

he's all out of hello kitty band-aids...

i think i know who the culprit is...

karma chameleons.

i went to toy karma.

it was like willy wonka's factory. colorful. bizarre. dangerous?

a lot of fantastically detailed work by some toy-lovin fools.

respect the bear steed.

bring on the panthor variants...

looks like dinner for the zag...

but you don't mess with the clawed creamsicle.

invisible prey is scared shitless.

candy-coated stoners.

waiting for his kiss.

blasted in the ass by the mongler sherman.

like pompeii...

...with godzilla.

you can still buy a decent number of these guys. they're all very anxious to take over your shelves. support the artists and shops that make sweet things like this melt in your mouth.

toy karma iii is two years away... what are you going to create?

all pics came off my shitty iphone camera.

bucket of fish heads.

in honor of toy karma 2 opening this weekend at rotofugi, i'm showcasing all the custom muscamoot smelliness you can handle. for anyone who doesn't already know, toy karma is an art exhibit curated by mark nagata all inspired by classic japanese toys. six different muskys will be on display, and some are still available if you hurry. so all you chicago-inos, now you know what to do with your weekend.

battlecat/cringer by steve seeley

brilliant. but needs more armored saddle.

koi by leecifer

koi's got a thing for battlecat... checking out the undercarriage.

by dead presidents

panic is acceptable when your bruise grows lips.

spawningfrenzy by paulkaiju

been spawning with a cheap louis v bag...

by dead presidents

looks like something i puked up at a carnival when i was 7.

...in a good way.

gasparilla by chris ryniak

jackpot: pink gills. eye stalks. juicy claws.

dinner is served.

you should probably put a coaster under that...

not part of the show, but too good to pass up.

by motorbot

meat grinder in a green whale head.

piranhas ain't got shit.

albino by nebulon5

this is what vampires look like when they're born.

right before they're eaten by werewolves.

toy karma opens at 7pm on saturday.

by the power of greyskull.

i was a he-man kid. i was also a star wars kid, a lego kid, a baseball card kid... you get the picture. but for a few short summers it was all he-man all the time. in between popsicles my neighbors and i would wage epic battles in the dirt, building caverns and pits. then birthdays came and they got greyskull. and i was jealous. but shortly after, my parents redeemed themselves and bought me skeletor's castle: snake mountain. you know, the purple greyskull with the sweet microphone that made it sound like you were a possessed slinky. after that, our dirt building escapades were elevated to moats and dungeons... way fucking cooler.

so with that long ass intro, we get to the real meat. apparently other kids liked he-man too... as evidenced by these sweet customs in all the flavors of eternia.

mighty mugg he-man by legendary customs

the pageboy haircut is the real source of all his power.

battlecat by legendary customs

...just a cowardly tiger who stole hawkman's mask.

skeletor madl by rebel wookiee

does crest make whitestrips for your face?

also, needs more havoc staff.

beastman mongolion by d-lux

blue feather diaper and all...

trapjaw scavenger by jonpaulkaiser

somehow tougher with a birthday hat than his purple football helmet...

skeletor rxh by motorbot

who knew he was rocking a mohawk under his little hood?

stinkor rxh by motorbot

gotta rub a little stank on it.

put your hands together for my childhood toys grown into my adulthood toys. i fully expect someone to pump out a queen marlena in astronaut gear sometime soon... or at least an orko.

i gotta go dig through my parents basement now...

artist spotlight: [ motorbot ]

the man behind the curtain could not have chosen a more fitting name. just fill with fuel [coffee, redbull... insert drug of choice here] and stand back. motorbot has been pumping out top quality customs for some time now. his seemingly tireless work ethic is only trumped by his wide range of abilities. there may not be a more versatile customizer on the planet.

deep in the heart of texas, the motor is always running strong.

bone, metal, wood, muscle.

he's the captain planet of elemental techniques.

the godfather would have been so much better

if the horse's head had a skinned gnome strapped to its base.

real men wear armored skirts with their ferragamos

metal horse head from hell?

looks like the little man is auditioning for gwar.

what's with the sour face?

nothing better than a midget skull that can chase you.

if the neth entered the matrix

retro krang still loves turtle soup

my childhood collides into my adulthood and a companion is born.

destro's going on the barry gibb talk show

to pimp his crazy cool medallion.

this bulldog of a maw ate a mutt

a rhinos butthole is terrifying

even when it doesn't have 30 rows of teeth.

the stitch disney hides in the basement to "handle" lost children

who doesn't love a cuddly woodchipper?

the paw with brass knuckles

when easter met bike week.

crappy cat goes to prep school

...and bangs every cheerleader they have

madl-tie-fighter-pilot-sweet

he eats the force for breakfast.

i might be possessed with star wars

if looks could kill... vader'd be two uzis

mummy only needs his cleopatra

you know the egyptians invented atari right?

the yoka king of testicles with teeth

he laughs at his own lack of a throat

the armored sug arrives home. after months of training and rehabilitation, the raw mutant is strong enough to walk outside. he is fantastic in person. a roughed up titanium shell with freshly skinned appendages, he's not to be fucked with.

surveying his scorched kingdom

he's not so good at winking

walking on raw muscle's gotta hurt, maybe i'll get him a flip flop

awkward as two middle schoolers at their first dance

thanks to the motor for a fantastic piece in my collection. he will watch intensely over his haz-mat suited brethren. i have dubbed him "iron fist." his cauldron of a potbelly will be a centerpiece for years to come.

this is just barely scratching the surface of what the motor has burned out. you have to check his flickr to really see the depth of what he's accomplished. don't lean over too far though, it's a deep chasm. the man has mentioned slowing down his custom projects to focus on some more of his own originals. so if you want in the club, you better do it soon.

for the latest on all his fury, follow him on twitter. seriously. you get sneak peeks at stuff like a custom muscamoot...

all pics are from the man himself. except for the armored sug, those are mine.

and now i want frosted flakes...

file this under: things i wish were mine

so damn awesome. released a few years ago, but no less fresh today.

tiger baby by sam flores.

from pata

don't fuck with the man in the tiger suit.

from pata

especially if he's been watching the ring.

...as long as his head doesn't swivel 360, we'll be cool.

from pata

emo tiger is listening to depeche mode.

from espritmenthe

anybody up for a round of bloody knuckles? no? anybody?

from fuuuuuunk

for a tiger, those are some bitch-ass teeth.

...hope you like pudding, tiger.

from fuuuuuunk

lining up for a birdie putt.

from fuuuuuunk

no teeth AND no claws?

do you work for siegfried or roy?

from pstarr

now THAT is a fucking tiger.

despite his lack of deadly weapons and the fact that the boy inside the tiger is possessed by at least three kinds of demons... i still really want one. tiger baby, one day you will be a man.

billy bronze

from hello-d

working the floor at the mime convention.

i couldn't talk about sam without also tossing out some of the amazing customs that have been made from his main lady. fatima.

from betso

long dresses are great for hiding extreme cankle cases.

from betso

is she on his head? or is he in her butt?

what say you mr. betso?

from the motor

motorbot brings the pain with the iron maiden.

from kathie

kathie olivas can always make the creepy, creepier.

from kathie

this white rabbit would've eaten alice.

and last but not least on this illogical journey is the newest addition to the flores family...

dragonboy.

dragon's with no eyelids always win staring contests.

love the double knuckle action.

dboy pics from montreal vinyl

dragonboy was already up for preorder, but has yet to see the light of day. there is also a purple colorway, with plenty more to follow i'm sure. keep checking upper playground for any updates.

now back to the tiger hunt.