Is a nickname given to me by my parents in my teenage years of
graffitiing and getting into artistic mischief. My full name is Billy
Bogiatzoglou and I am a Digital Artist, Illustrator and Art Director
currently residing in the UK. I have spent countless hours
experimenting, learning and expanding my Digital skill set in order to
create a personal style that can be best described as
a colourful graphical explosion. Equipped with an overactive
imagination, my sketchbook and my beloved Wacom tablet I aim to be a
distinct source of creativity.
- As the popular Fourth of July holiday weekend approaches, a New
England resort town is terrorized by a man-eating great white shark.
Due to the risk to human life, Chief Brody demands the beaches be
closed, but the mayor overrules him due to the impact to the town’s
economy. Setting sail with two other men, Brody embarks on a dangerous
mission to kill the beast.
the temperature rising, and the summer movie season heating up, we
thought it would be fun to return to the original summer blockbuster
from 1975 and offer some picks that will make you think twice before
going in the water…or outside!
Along with Peter Benchley’s original novel,
which is highly recommended, here are even more thrilling novels that
feature man vs nature and are perfect for a summer scare…
terrified four-year-old boy sees his bedroom closet door swing open
untouched by human hands, and screams at the unholy red eyes gleaming in
the darkness. The little Maine town of Castle Rock is about to be
invaded by the most hideous menace ever to savage the flesh and devour
in the jungle of Peru, where so much remains unknown, a black,
skittering mass devours an American tourist whole. Thousands of miles
away, an FBI agent investigates a fatal plane crash in Minneapolis and
makes a gruesome discovery. Unusual seismic patterns register in a
Kanpur, India earthquake lab, confounding the scientists there. During
the same week, the Chinese government “accidentally” drops a nuclear
bomb in an isolated region of its own country. As these incidents begin
to sweep the globe, a mysterious package from South America arrives at a
Washington, D.C. laboratory. Something wants out.
sun-soaked playground for sea-loving tourists. A human feasting ground
for whatever lurks beneath. Now, in a desperate race against time, Eric
Watson, an expert on remote control underwater vehicles, and marine
biologist Valerie Martell must identify a savage new species of
killer–and piece together one of nature’s most horrific mysteries.
Ruins follows two American couples, just out of college, enjoying a
pleasant, lazy beach holiday together in Mexico as, on an impulse, they
go off with newfound friends in search of one of their group–the young
German, who, in pursuit of a girl, has headed for the remote Mayan
ruins, site of a fabled archeological dig. This is what happens from the
moment the searchers–moving into the wild interior–begin to suspect
that there is an insidious, horrific “other” among them…
X has claimed the lives of members of eleven expeditions. The twelfth
expedition, consisting of four women, hopes to map the terrain and
collect specimens; to record all their observations, scientific and
otherwise, of their surroundings and of one another; and, above all, to
avoid being contaminated by Area X itself.
Masen, bandages over his wounded eyes, misses the most spectacular
meteorite shower England has ever seen. Removing his bandages the next
morning, he finds masses of sightless people wandering the city. He soon
meets Josella, another lucky person who has retained her sight, and
together they leave the city, aware that the safe, familiar world they
knew a mere twenty-four hours before is gone forever. But to survive in
this post-apocalyptic world, one must survive the Triffids, strange
plants that years before began appearing all over the world.
“Broken and Blue” It was cold while I was shooting this timelapse, so I pulled my car up next to my camera and sat in there to keep warm. After about 10 minutes I looked back to check that my camera was still shooting. It wasn’t even there! For some reason, my first thought was, did someone sneak up behind me and steal my camera? No, I found it on the ground, knocked over by the wind I’d guess, since all the tripod legs were still fully extended. To my amazement, the camera still worked, but the body was cracked open, and it didn’t look good. The worst part is that I pretty much just bought it, and even though it’s still under warranty, it doesn’t cover careless stupidity. I am the worst when it comes to cameras, I try to be careful, but they’ve been dropped, stolen, left in all kinds of weather they shouldn’t be in, worn out shutters from over use, you name it! I try to be careful, but it seems I’m not careful enough. Fun fact: The title is the name of a song by the Fembots. I think it sets the mood for how I felt on the ride home from here. I was going to post a youtube link, but I can’t find the song on there for some reason.