Little Village magazine has teamed up with Layar, an augmented reality application for your Smartphone that helps print become more interactive. Simply download the free Layar app, look for the Layar logo in Little Village, and scan the page using your Smartphone. Columns, photos, and ads suddenly become interactive, giving you the chance to watch, […]
Perhaps like me, Trayvon Martin never felt like an American. Even though I was born in Philadelphia and lived the better part of my life there, I have always felt like a voyeur. This feeling of anomie persists in spite of the fact that my maternal grandfather was born a slave on a South Carolina plantation.
This issue of LV is notable as it is the first to feature interactive print, via Layar. To interact with the issue, just download the free Layar app to your smartphone (iOS, Android), and look for the Layar logo. (Full demo below) Note that Interactive “print” works with both the print edition and the PDF […]
Green Street is a 12-part graphic series created by Jared Rogness and published by Little Village. New comics can be found at this location as they are published. Click the thumbnails below to see the comics at full size. […]
The wind here typically comes roaring out of the northwest; from the vast, flat plains of the Dakotas. These winds originate far north of the US–Canadian border over the frigid landmass that comprises the northernmost aspect of our continent. Topology allows these winds to gain atmospheric momentum as they race unabated by land formations that could pose an impediment, serve as a deflecting buffer. Winds directly from the west have traversed the lofty heights of the Colorado Rockies and possess a mischief of their own. It is when the winds come from the south, when they carry all the moisture they have absorbed from the Gulf of Mexico and collide with the searing heat of the Texas Panhandle, Oklahoma and the tabletop flatness of Kansas that they harbinge bad things to come. It is easy for anyone living in this immediate area to tell that bad things are indeed are the way. […]
Waves of amber hit the floor in a sweeping motion, followed by the sound of broken glass. Jerry had dropped his beer, on purpose. The bartender looked up lazily from the glass he was polishing, only to look back down again. The other patrons in the bar continued to stare into their glasses, uninterested in any interruption of their languid meditation. […]