You can tell a lot about a man by the magazine he’s reading on the train. Juxtapoz – He’s a design and art type. Maxim – He’s a college kid who has a room full of empty red Solo cups. Hustler – He’s a freak, nobody should be reading that shit on public transportation. For something a bit more highbrow, we often turn to a copy of The New Yorker. Besides the solid writing, the mag always features interesting artwork, perhaps none more awesome than the illustrations by Adrian Tomine. Now some of his awesome art from the magazine is available to purchase and to slap on your wall (delectably slap, since they cost a pretty penny).