Now I can grasp the concept of why women spend hours meticulously painting their fingernails. They’re mini canvases. Blank canvases. Of masterpieces.
A Twitter friend linked me to this. Naturally I’m going bananas over how detailed these are. The closed eyes as he howls, the dotted stubble on the muzzle, even the exact brushstroke of the letter in the scrawl of his autograph… Holy shit.