The weird caryatids that he’s sitting in front of are actually somebody’s front gate in Santa Fe, on Alameda Road right at the edge of town. I have no idea who lives in that house, I like to imagine it’s the guy from Beirut. The dragon on the stairs came from Copenhagen, right near the train station. The dog came from a magazine ad selling heart disease pills. The plants are from a really cool greenhouse on Maxwell Street in Lexington, Kentucky.
The shoe could really use some work. I nabbed a pair of Chuck Taylor’s out of the pile when a tow-truck driver two streets over got addicted to crack and got evicted by his landlord, who dumped everything on the curb right as I was walking by. So now that I have really good reference I plan to go through the first two hundred pages of this book and redraw Dan’s shoes in every single page to look better.