You can take the girl out of France, but you can't take France out of the girl.

We might never know the answer to WWJJD, but we can still sing her praises and offer her humble icons of her youth — with a little trademark JJ snarl and attitude, that is.

Get off the road for St. Poison Ivy! Vroom vroom!

Love her or hate her, Courtney here is one powerful example of female rock badassery. Here's my second round of experimentation with Illustrator — a grunge-fueled February concoction that's sugar and spice and everything not nice.

This is what happens when you give me a Wacom tablet, a Lynda.com subscription, and take me to see St. Vincent perform live in Frankfurt.

Some days you just wake up and decide to make psychedelic patterns out of your dusty old photos. Here are a few of my old photos with a newer, math-rockier lease on life.

Remember the magazine Tiger Beat? I challenged myself to create a pattern in Illustrator that would be every bit as cotton-candy-soda-pop-junk-food-delicious as the heartthrob rag was to me when I was a wee teenage lady.

A telling snapshot of my late-November, gray-sky Germany days.

What do you do when you're compelled to include a HAND DRAWING in a piece you're creating? Edit, edit, edit, and then edit a little more.

If a year ago, you'd told me that one of the best times I'd ever have in my life was creating typographic posters for Futura, I would have certainly given you some major side-eye.

I didn't expect to spill my blood and guts for the sake of this project, but I suppose I have not lost the ability to surprise myself.

Boil and trouble! Want a milkshake with that? Double jointed, double meaning, double whammy, double duty, double take, double decker — sometimes two is twice as nice, especially when it comes to double exposures.

There’s no “California casual” at a Viennese ball.

If you're on the lookout for vampires and all things creepy-beautiful, Prague is without fail your dream destination. In its pristine wintertime glory, the city lights up like a dark jewel revealing just enough of itself to keep you dreaming about it for months—or years—after you've returned to the safety of your home.

Everybody has their own reason to visit Berlin. Mine was to dance with ghosts, drink amongst angels, and take a deep dive into everything eerie and ancient the metropolis has to offer.

Fans of the Grimm Brothers know fairy tales are far more sinister than the movies make them out to be. Case in point: Hameln — the Pied Piper’s town — a creepy-cool medieval village where rat-themed kitsch meets German history.

November is here, and if you're between 18 and 45 and at least moderately inclined towards writing, you're doing one of two things right now: feeling guilty you're skipping this year's National Novel Writing Month, or pulling your hair out because you're not. I'm happy to announce that this year, I'm pulling out my hair with the best of 'em.

Auf Wiedersehen might be as American as Oktoberfest and Wienerschnitzel, but it is not the way to say goodbye in Germany. This is the story behind auf Wiedersehen’s younger, hipper cousin, tschüss.

There’s only one city in Germany whose unofficial mascot is a wine-loving dwarf legendary for drinking eight gallons a day. If that’s not enough to get you to Heidelberg, I don’t know what is.

Some things in life are so scary, you need to be a little crazy to actually do them. Taking ballet class in a rural German suburb is one of these things.