Pizza Box Tilley
My old roommate and I would rummage through the used magazine section at Half Price Books stores for New Yorker magazines, drawn to their illustrations. And as an unabashed “Spaced” fan, he made his own Flaps magazine by slapping his own rendition of the fake women’s mag’s nameplate onto a New Yorker. He proudly displayed his creation in the living room. (No photographic evidence is available, but below is the reference.)
I also dedicated most of my afternoons and evenings to the college newspaper. With no time to cook, my diet boiled down to alternating nights of pizza and frozen dinners. Too exhausted to get any plates, napkins, etc. I would sometimes sprawl across the couch and eat the pizza straight from its box, as it rested on my belly. And I would watch “Clueless” while doing this. Needless to say, two or three pizza boxes would accumulate in my room or the kitchen by the time it was Garbage Day.
So my entry (below) for The New Yorker Eustace Tilley contest is a juxtaposition of my roommate and I’s mutual love for The New Yorker and my lazy eating habits. That’s classy for this magazine, right?
Materials: Pizza box cardboard, newspaper, red sticker dots, thread, bread tie, Reese’s cup papers, toothpick, paper towel, soap box card stock, pastels, artificial leaf and other miscellanea.
Also sift through the gallery of submissions; there’s a bunch of dexterity on display.