I thought it was about time for another Wes Anderson collage and I don’t know why because I spent way too much time and effort on this. I have so many Wes drawings now that it’s impossible to fit them all in
M. Gustave: What happened, my dear Zero, is I beat the living shit out of a sniveling little runt called Pinky Bandinski, who had the gall to question my virility. Because, if there’s one thing we’ve learned from penny dreadfuls, it’s that when you find yourself in a place like this, you must never be a candy ass; you’ve got to prove yourself from day one. You’ve got to win their respect. You should take a long look at HIS ugly mug this morning.
“I was a wild, mischievous kid, and I had tremendous imagination. Any experience I had, I'd try to reenact it.”
Happy 42 birthday, dearest Adrien Brody! My big ball of sunshine, inexhaustible source of my inspiration. Thank you for your matchless talent, distinguished intelligence, and humaneness, that goes straight from the heart.