A funny, touching, website of great humanity about a designer and writer making his way in the dangerous seedy underbelly of the cold hard uncaring streets of the “jet” city: Seattle.
Grit and determination
A kick in the pants
©2022 Martin McClellan Foxy Faux Films Incorporated, a company that doesn't exist. You have just watched Martin McClellan, A funny, touching, website of great humanity about a designer and writer making his way in the dangerous seedy underbelly of the cold hard uncaring streets of the “jet” city: Seattle. All rights are reserved. All lefts are swerved. I once heard a comedian sing that two wrongs don't make a right but three lefts do. I wonder if that comedian ever had a milkshake duck moment, like, really showed themself on stage? It seems to me they worked clean, but who really knows? I mean, look at Bob Sagat, for example. The idea to make this a noir-inspired page was really from the main typeface, Filmotype Glenlake, a lovely movie-style title font that is always fun to play with. And, also inspired by Jez Burrow's project And Introducing. Also, the title card from the amazing film Double Idemnity. I think I need more stuff down here, so I'll tell you about the one time I went and saw a film being made. It was down the street from my house and this giant skateboard halfpipe had been set up, sponsored by Pepsi. It had big Pepsi logos on it. A bunch of fancy-pants skaters were there doing big tricks right in front of the movie theater I saw so many films in. There were dudes there filming with 16mm cameras, back when that was state of the art. Like, yo, nice Bolex, bruh. Anyway, they pointed one at my eleven-year-old face, and I remember picturing what I must have looked like on film. This was in Los Angeles, right across the street from the Motion Picture & Television Fund, where movie stars went to convalesce, and oftentimes, pass away. Zsa Zsa Gabor, Bud Abbott, the original Harrison Ford (a silent film actor), Lee Meriwether, Charles Lamont — this is why when a movie star passes away the dateline is often Woodland Hills, California, since that's where the home is. Anyway, while I was being burned into 16mm film, across the street were classic old movie stars. I wish I had known enough to volunteer and get to know some of them, but I certainly wasn't culturally aware enough at that age to think of it. Think about all you would do if you could carry your knowledge from your now-self back to your young-self! I mean, set aside unethical dumb stuff about playing the stocks and making millions. Just being able to say "yo, little me, why don't you go and hang out with these old people. I know it will be weird, but trust me, some of them will have stories that will knock your socks off."