The Moldy Doily

Super Slow Friday

This isn't pretty...but curiously good. Ever since I was a kid I loved discovering snails on rainy days. Tonight upon leaving the apartment-I was pleasantly greeted by 7+ slow friends. I decided that since I am staying in alone this Friday evening I should investigate what it may take to start my very own HAPPY SNAIL FARM.
I mean what is the deal with those slippery suckers?
The FACTS:
1. They have only one foot and move my having muscular contractions--like waves
2. They can even crawl upside down!
3. They are mostly noctural and conduct most of their active business at night
4. They are called Gastropods meaning: Belly Footed Animal
5. there bodies produce a thick slime which allows them to crawl across a razor and not get hurt
6. They are hermaphrodites--having both sexual organs
7. LArgest ever snail was 15 inches long and weighed 2lbs.
8. National Escargot day is MAY 24th (don't partake)
9 They cannot hear-and have poor eyesight -so must rely on touch and smell for food

This snail is either riding the dog poo or a slice of charred beef?
I've decided to create a Happy Snail farm - a nice resort getaway for the slime families...if you too would love a snail farm here's all you need:

An aquarium or large jar with a mesh wire lid or a plastic lid with holes in it.

dirt

plants

rocks

a few snails

lettuce

little Edie

New Caddie

This one made him green with envy.

Stay Gold: gopher that is

Miss Cynthia has a way about her. When she says go--I follow. After two margaritas- I pretty much didn't have much say about anything. Keeping with the theme of the evening GOLD, she slipped into a black and gold glitter minidress and little red riding hood deviant coat.

We ventured downtown for the night with our favorite Nina in tow. At the Golden Gopher- we found ourselves entertained by the best dryhumping threesome. Seems that this unchartered part of town has luxurious lights and flocked wallpaper- and the perfect bathrooms for photo shoots.

We then went to the lovely round shaped BROADWAY BAR. Only open for 6 months- this place really pulls out the glamour. This particular evening (the round bar -numbered like a roulette wheel)- has lovely ladies pick numbers randomly throughout the course of the evening and offers winners free drinks. The club features burlesque dancers and an adorable magic girl- dressed like a bunny. She had the best teeth- with a perfect gap.
This place also provided a fine assortment of dry humping ladies. Something just shy of an episode of the L-Word. I would have documented this but felt you may need a reason to go visit the bar alone. The smokey marbalized mirrors and Versace like carpets- made for a luscious photo backdrop. Check out the amazing performers- dancing their way down the staircase.

The darling Bella Barretta- known for her racy Burlesque dancing and costumes

I loved this ghostly performance- by eliza

This Josephine Baker number was absolutely amazing!!

This magical bunny is one of the few female magicians in L.A. She trained at the Magic CASTLE! Check her website out if you need a girl with a few tricks up her sleeve....www.laroojack.com

Check out their other nights around town- these girls really know how to have a good time

Better Hurry

Our favorite juice/sandwich spot is about to leave for good. Prasadam on Sunset in Sunset Junction has revealed plans to abandon shop. We decided to have a last Yerbe matte soy latte and red cabbage. the to go wrap job (like a foil rose) made me shed a tear. News is they may try to open a different place in Echo PArk. Even better.
cynthia wanted to steal this cannister of sea salt as a souvenier

Macho Mustache: it just never gets old

I guess I always preferred the Tom Selleck- Burt Reynolds look. Whatever the case...after Happy hour Thursday kicked in, this mustache business never ceased to entertain us. How about a mustache ride pal?

I kinda look like Motorhgead Lemy-- or Cher's boyfriend in Mask.

After 6 rounds of chips and salsa, I felt ill. These pictures are my proof that Happy Hour sometimes makes my stomach sad

Glitter GODS revisted

There is nothing better then the COCKETTES. They created their own Glitter Glam dream environment and performed to legendary status. If you haven't checked out the documentary based on their lives- you must. They were a huge influence on all glitter Rock performers including David Bowie, Elton John, and the NYC Dolls. They were way ahead of their time- and most likely misunderstood. The feature length documentary about the Cockettes was created by David Weissman and Bill Weber.
The film shows this colorful family -in an L.S.D. glazed haze and makes you want to get madeup and decked out with doillies. The film covers all the Hippie-LOVE-haight ashbury bases...
"As the psychedelic San Francisco of the '60's began evolving into the gay San Francisco of the '70's, The Cockettes, a flamboyant ensemble of hippies (women, gay men, and babies) decked themselves out in gender-bending drag and tons of glitter for a series of legendary midnight musicals at the Palace Theater in North Beach. With titles like "Tinsel Tarts in a Hot Coma" and "Pearls over Shanghai", these all singing, all dancing extravaganzas featured elaborate costumes, rebellious sexuality, and exuberant chaos."

This is all so out of this world. Take me to this glitter planet.

this is the infamous HIBISCUS- who I found truly fascinating in my Native Flash and Funk fashion book

Lendon- with his carmen miranda style

This is Nikki- and her glorious halo

Pristine Condition

Scrumbly- the piano playing performer

Sylvester -the voice that can not be forgotten

If you're ready to revive a LOVE PARADE...watch this and then glue some glitter and feathers to your face--first

goodbye

The past few days have been really nice. Niki and David drove all the way up here from Portland. It's fun seeing them here- and sharing desserts...and spying on film crews together. She has decided to rent a house where she can dye fabrics and have all kinds of space. So that means she has to go--which is always hard.
When I came home today they had put a "stolen" prop from the film crews set on my door. I guess the show was pretending to be shot in N.Y.C. We ate the most artist/beautiful displayed breakfasts this morning. David's french toast looked like a luxurious stilllife. It even had "star" fruit. I had never heard or seen of the star fruit- which they found incredible.

This is my eggs moliere- sorta looks sexual huh?

I felt like the ghost of Kurt Cobain was channeled at Breakfast

this is the back of David's favorite t-shirt.

these minicakes look like a painting

Niki and her new dressform-

This is real Doily bliss

these are the flowers I really love from Nikis apt

These are the things on Niki's walls-

This was the view last night from Niki's apt. We like the way they pretended to be on Cherry St. in N.Y.C. We were hoping for more guns or action.
After watching mindless t.v. with Cynthia ---we ended up at TAIX. There is something truly awesome about that tiny haunted red room. The fake Hunt Scene room-complete with lots of books, decoys, candles and old timey photos.

This is Greg at his big Hollywood meeting

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This is my favorite fashion image

I think this picture best sums up everything I love about fashion. The crazy printed forests on fabric, the puff sleeved Renaissanace stufff, the old silk flowers sewn on top of ribbons, striped witch tights, feathers...costume...I heart BILL GIBB. The most lavish luxurious fantasy dress of all time. I once found an amazing pleated gold glitter long skirt with pink ribbon bows. I was broke at the time and paid $7- for it at a thrift store and resold it to WASTELAND for $175-. Not bad- although I wish I still had it to I could spin in circles in it and watch it fan out. Bill Gibb grew up on a farm and was encouraged by his grandmother who was a painter- to copy designs of clothing from old historical images. He went on to work with Missoni and tons of amazing musical performers. I saw this Knit jacket recently on Ebay-

Pictured here is the book Hollywood Knits by Bill Gibb. (1987) This book is a how-to Knit twenty glamorous sweaters that have been worn by the stars. Each full page photo the star is in sepia tone. Full directions for knitting their sweater along with a short biography of the star. Isn't that funny? How to make the sweaters of the stars by Bill Gibb??

Contents:
Vilma Banky
Claudette Colbert
Gary Cooper
Joan Crawford
Peggy Cummins
Errol Flynn
Greta Garbo
Judy Garland
Cary Grant
Jane Greer
Jean Harlow
Adele Jergens
Jennifer Jones
Dorothy Lamour
Virginia Mayo
Marilyn Monroe
Robert Taylor
Lana Turner
Jane Wyman
Loretta Young
Knitting Know-how
Yarn suppliers

thanks for the tears

Well, on the advice of a a friend I rented The Squid and the Whale. To most movie watchers this may be easy to watch- However coming from the War of the Roses- Kramer vs. Kramer house in the 80's- this film broke my heart. I was practically crying from the minute the film started- before anything happened. Something about the year 1986- and the sibling dynamic- The two actors who play the sons are amazing. I was surprised to discover that Kevin Kline and Phoebe Cates are the parents of the youngest. He was perfect- as the torn up child of two divorcing parents. I just wanted to mention this movie for a moment-and try to wipe away my own memories before taking this decade long sorrow to the bed.
Oh - finally a movie to take the place of "Men Don't Leave" These things don't seem to get easier as you age. I still feel a bit cheated.

more love things

Lion Fever

This past Sunday I got dragged to the Echo for drinks. Did you know they have to pretend to serve food on Sundays cause of the "all ages" factor? WOW. I was excited to see Joel and his band Lion Fever play. I arrived too early. I did take his picture. Cynthia arrived later to tell me all of her latest exploits. The night was strange and then stranger- when a stranger approached me and seemed to know all about me. I'm not sure how normal people handle papparazzi...I had to go because a.) I am not famous b.) I am scared of people who talk in run on sentences without pausing to breathe C.) I don't like it when people keep touching me that I don't really know. Regretfully I missed Lion Fever. I know I probably would've loved it.

the guys at the food counter were really entertaining- too bad the chicken strips were SOLD OUT.
Here's the tip jar message

I shot this right as they were shaking hands- don't they look like a great indie couple?

this is Joaquin- the mix maker

this is my friend rolan who just shaved all his hair off. He said no one has been recognizing him lately.
Over all it was an entertaining evening. I'm not sure what the band in the photos is. Whenever I would ask who was playing people would tell me in a mumble-. They really liked those hand shaker things.
FYI: I was just informed that the band is called Grand Elegance and that they rock out like all true Stage Gods.

Uncle Lou Sunday

Every sunday is Uncle Lou Sunday. That means that we drive to Westwood and take Uncle Lou to his favorite diner--NORMS. This particular NORMS caters mostly to people over 85 -with walkers, I.V.s and on occasion screaming grandchildren. For those who don't dine at NORMS, it may be hard to imagine the caeser salad dressing dripping from the lips of old men. Uncle Lou is older than Musso and Franks, Norms and other establishments that boast longevity. He will be turning 97 on April 15th. He still orders the usual herb roasted chicken with french fried potatoes and lentil soup. (make sure it's hot)

Sometimes he'll tell you about his days as a celebrity podiatrist. He'll tell you about the corns on Judy Garlands feet, Gene Kelly and his ankles, and lovely Ann Margaret. He even tells of nights where he ran into Sinatra performing. Uncle Lou's late wife and her sister were gorgeous performing Vaudville stars. They travelled all over the world and never bothered to have children. He still walks two miles every day to the golf course to hit some balls. We should all take tips on living well. On a side note I would love to try a new diner.

Marilena...new muse

The new news is the muse. My Ebay business is about to really take off. Why? Because the out of towner visiting guest Marilena has offered to assist me in my Ebay photos. She really breathes life into the dusty old clothes that I'm trying to pawn off. She makes Flapper Sequin Beaded JAzz Age babydoll seem really fine. She makes mod hippie gypsy gunne sax pixie make sense. Too bad she could only grace our presence for such a short time. She is back to the Windy city-. and alas it's gonna be back to the grim sales.

Just another Show Pony Saturday...

Sometimes at the shop things are slow. I mean they are so slow that I can predict the stillness. Not this Saturday, it was in fact so lively that it was hard to find standing room. There were stylists pulling clothes, photographers on hand, darling tourists, designers, friends and of course the Echo Park pixie...Miss Vinca.

This diva knows how to work the costumes and the camera. She also has a way with play and can make the dolls in the shop perform her magnificent dialogue.

Later in the afternoon--- designer Laura Kranitz (line LEGION OF DECENCY) displayed her new fabric jewelry creations for Cynthia and I. We were amazed at the piece and to learn it takes 12 hours to make one!

Penelope TREE: wood nymph

I found this info about Penelope Tree on a 60's flashback site--I'am the Walrus. I suppose I wanted to repost it merely for the magical compliments that photographers David Bailey and Richard Avedon gave to her as an original model. Her background is fascinating and supports the theory that perhaps she is either a wood nymph or an alien.

She came from a rich and traditional English family who didn't appreciate her rebellious decision as a young teen to become a model. Her father was a multimillionaire, and her mother Marietta was the first woman delegate to the United Nations, and she had many powerful and famous friends in politics. The legendary photographer Diane Arbus discovered Penelope when she was only thirteen, and her outraged parents promised a lawsuit if pictures of her were published. She didn't make it into a magazine (Mademoiselle) until '65, when she was fifteen. At seventeen she met with Vogue editor Diana Vreeland. Penelope herself said that she first encountered both Vreeland and photographer Richard Avedon at the Black and White Ball thrown in late '66 by Truman Capote. Supposedly some of the Vogue editors thought she was too gawky and plain, but Avedon saw the strange beauty within her. According to Michael Gross's Model: The Ugly Business of Beautiful Women, Avedon knew Penelope was a rare find: "She's perfect," he declared, "don't touch her." Avedon then shot her for Vogue, and her rep spread around the world. By this time her family relented in their opposition. Penelope was on three Vogue covers during the decade.
Richard Avedon once said of her, "Penelope is never only of today. To each gesture she brings a sense of all the things that have ever interested her, out of this she invents every moment a new little role for herself which she plays with devastating humor ... she is a delight." Her best talent may have been for being original, according to famed photographer David Bailey: "Penelope Tree is the most original model there's ever been. She's the most original-looking girl I've ever seen." Still, there's no evidence of any acting, musical, or otherwise creative talent, unlike Jean Shrimpton and Twiggy, both of whom at least attempted movie careers and wrote books.

HER '60s LOOK: "The face of the decade" she was called by Women's Wear Daily. Photographers loved her, so she must've been doing something right. She had a face like a doll, at once young and innocent but with a scary force behind the eyes, amplified by her sometimes extreme makeup and her reluctance to ever smile in any photo we've ever seen of her. In the book The Sixties: A Decade in Vogue, she explained her exaggerated makeup: "I started it all at thirteen, I think to annoy my friends' parents." Starting with that kind of anti-establishment attitude, she was a perfect reflection of what was going on in the late '60s, and her unconventional looks symbolized and reflected the strangeness and nonconformity of the times. So different was her makeup, Jean Shrimpton said, "Her style is almost science." Weird science, that is: Penelope once shaved off her eyebrows because she wanted "to look more like a Martian than I already did." Tall and gangly, she was another of the bone-thin models who were all the rage in the swingin' '60s. David Bailey described her as being an "Egyptian Jiminy Cricket." Penelope stood 5' 10" and at that height was on par with Jean Shrimpton, plus she was some four inches taller than Twig. Penelope was often shown in bizarre settings, sometimes as a mythic figure or a wood nymph. In Radical Rags, Fashions of the Sixties, she explained her unique poses and why the public can't emulate her look: "You can't look like Vogue. It doesn't want you to. It just wants to show you what individuality is." Later Penelope admitted that she was anorexic throughout her modeling career in order to maintain that waif-like body.

LIFESTYLE: In '67 Penelope met David Bailey in the Vogue offices and soon moved in with him. Bailey, of course, had already enjoyed a passionate early-'60s romance with Jean Shrimpton and was married at the time to Catherine Deneuve, whom he wouldn't divorce until '70. Supposedly Catherine could see what was coming: One story has it that when she saw a photo of Penelope, she told her husband Bailey that he was going to fall in love with her. He did, and he and Penelope got a house and painted one of the rooms black and another one purple. Supposedly Penelope installed a UFO detector, and the place was often filled with various hippies and radicals. She and Bailey broke up in '74, and she left for Australia. Penelope later married rock musician Ricky Fataar, who briefly joined the Beach Boys and contributed several songs to their Holland LP in '72. She married again and has two children, Paloma and Michael.

J.P. the girl with the curious teeth

J.P. stands for Jennifer Pugh. My favorite model of the moment. She has the best spaced apart tiny teeth and huge eyes. Her look combines the lovely elements of a babydoll-a keane 70's painting, with a dash of Vanessa Paradis. Some have described her look as homely ...even a pug dog. These fools probably also disliked Pennelope TRee and her unique appeal. That which is strange is often what sets us apart. I am not interested in the conventional beauty of most models that are predictable. I'll choose my muses as alien creatures that inspire me --because-- of their curious qualities. The following images are J.P. -from her modeling portfolio

One of my many J.P. portrait paintings

J.P. with my friend Vinnie for Calvin Klein

Here is 60's model Penelope TREE...a true classic 60's icon

Mind Games

While driving the other day, I was listening to This American Life. They were discussing this group of people who go around N.Y.C. pulling "pranks" on people. The stunts are not cruel like some Ashton Kutcher PUNK'D crap, but kind of funny comments on society- and reactions. I've always loved this kind of thing, and received my minor in Folklore at O.S.U. (I once took a class called "How To BE a Professional Thief") Anyway...These folks go out and perform elaborate pranks that don't hurt anyone-
My favorite was in reaction to the repetetive nature of any STARBUCKS . The performers decided to each repeat some "looped" action until bystanders and employees would take notice. For example:
One couple would get into a fight in line- til she ran out and he would call after her and chase her down. while at the same time someone like clockwork would spill water, another person would walk to the window for better phone reception and a guy with a boom box would walk in one door and out the other playing "shiny Happy people". This all repeated in a loop for about 12 cycles until someone finally began to conduct what would occur next. Some witnesses started saying things like "I'd break up with her". Here is the explanation for this particular stunt:

“There is the theory of the moebius. A twist in the fabric of space where time becomes a loop, from which there is no escape. When we reach that point, whatever happened will happen again.”
-Lieutenant Commander Worf, Star Trek: TNG, “Time Squared”

On Saturday, March 22, 2003 Improv Everywhere agents created a living moebius strip in the Astor Place Starbucks. Seven undercover agents meticulously repeated a five-minute slice of time for twelve consecutive repetitions. Starbucks employees and patrons were frightened, confused, and ultimately entertained as they found themselves stuck, without escape, in the middle of a time loop.
I also liked this Aspen Snow Cone sale...and meet a black person

This is their web site- I think I'd like to partake in the Pantsless subway events.
They are called Improv Everywhere
www.improveeverywhere.com
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Why do you do this?
"Improv Everywhere is, at its core, about having fun. We're big believers in "organized fun". In the process we bring excitement to otherwise unexciting locales and give strangers a story they can tell for the rest of their lives. We're out to prove that a prank doesn't have to involve humiliation or embarrassment; it can simply be about making someone smile. "

Bad Day Uniform

I was wondering what the inspiration was behind the designing of this outfit? Was this created to detract all interaction with people, or as a safeguard for the elements? This is the perfect ensemble for the antisocial girl- who has had enough of the small talk.

Barbie Townhouse

I woke up early today, because my friend Lorena California was hosting a yard sale outside of her new home. Yes, she owns her own Barbie Townhouse. As a kid, I always wanted that 3 story Barbie townhouse with the cool string elevator. It had psychedelic wallpaper and day-glo furniture. I begged for one, and was jealous of any girl on the block who lucked out and got one for Xmas. Today- I walked into the lifesize Barbie lime green palace. I first met Lorena at the Wasteland- when she brought in hundreds of pairs of the best shoes ever. MOD-flats- Go Go boots, crazy Platforms...I was always excited when she signed up to sell.
Lorena is an L.A. stylist and an amazing installation artist.

Here's a tour of her new pad and things--

This is what I got at the sale for $2- dollars! An orgasmic bust diplay dummy! WOW.
Driving home from the sale with her in plastic seemed so "Laura Palmer"

Let's hope with mercury finally coming out of retrograde- things will get brighter. I could use a Barbie townhouse too

Ian Francis makes me smile...

This work has all the elements that make me breathless. The dripping paint, dreamy girls, lost innocence, striped socks, wonderworld...everything everything everything. Did I mention stuffed animals and make out sessions?
I found this on a cool art site and had to share. Ian Francis was born 7/7/79. He is young and talented and has a degree in Illustration from U.W.E. He descirbes the work as being:
about modern life, particularly television, world events, celebrities, and day-to-day living. It’s about pornography and news reports from war zones instead of sex and death.

All work is a mixture of painting, drawing, photography and scans of textures, layered together and edited heavily in photoshop.
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this is such good stuff. Why aren't there more things to read and find about the artist? He makes art about Samaire Armstrong and the Olsen Twins... who is this guy?

Dirty Mind

Thought I'd post these to help you start your weekend off right. I know they are pretty raunchy...but the dirty old men at the EROTIC MUSEUM wanted me to create work that spoke to the people. If this offends you, I apologize in advance. It is Friday, and you've got the weekend to wash the filth off.

Happy Birthday Cindy

Today is my childhood friend Cindy's birthday. She has been gone for almost 20 years. She was only here for a short time and yet not a day goes by that I don't see or hear something that reminds me of her. There are certain moments growing up that one never forgets. Cindy made sure she was remembered, whether she was forcing me to sneak out at 4 a.m. (age13), makeout with older boys on a swing set or tape record 8th grade confessions. So today- in her honor perhaps I will eat cake, get a hickey, sneak out late and choreograph a rollerskate dance number in the driveway.

little red riding hood

was gonna sell this too--- but decided to keep it in case I have to out run the Big BAD Wolf...

DARLING

With a movie tagline that states..."Shame Shame, everybody knows your name." Darling delivers the shallow goods. Last night after happy hour with the girls, I watched the longest movie ever made. Maybe it isn't the longest but boy it sure felt like I lived through the entire 60's. Julie Christie is great as the amoral social climber who sleeps her way to the top. She is the superficial fashion model who is bored with everything and everyone- creating a nice "cold little film". There is the best classic line in the first half hour when Julie Christie (plays Diane) says:
"It should be so easy to be happy, shouldn't it? Should be the easiest thing in the world- I wonder why it isn't? Maybe it is"

Although it has all the components of a great movie of the week- this movie has no real revelation. It did get Christie the oscar that year. She even beat out Julie Andrews for the Sound of Music! Christie does have a pretty brilliant performance as the tragic heroine. She is so selfish and dense that no life lessons are drawn. It's nice to see a movie portraying a woman with such a strong desire to get ahead that she abandons men with the blink of an eye. This carefree hedonism is shown in various scenes involving sexuality, homosexuality, age difference, infidelity, betrayal, pregnancy and abortion. To my surprise at one point, the pouty beauty rips off her clothes while walking from room to room eventually ending up naked in her Italian palace.

Dirk Bogarde (from the Servant-) plays her second lover- with the best scene where he shouts at her about her infidelities. As they are walking down the street- (she thinking she has pulled one over on him) she wonders why he won't just get a taxi...he says "I don't get into taxi cabs with whores." Their argument is very modern- and emotional. Laurence Harvery (Domino was his daughter) plays the emotionally impotent lover who collects women like trophies for his shelf. He takes her to a great swinging 60's party scene that makes the movie if you ask me. - The party is sexy and creepy and spinning the audience around and around on an ectasy high.

I found it interesting that near the end of the film she has moved up the shallow ladder so high that she becomes the English Princess married to an Italian Prince...making her name "Princess Di" with the unhappy younger woman married to an older man reference. Odd & tragic
I guess in real life Julie Christie dated my man Terrence STamp from the Collector. They dated in the mid 60's and their romance inspired the KINKS song...'Waterloo Sunset'.
I liked the film- it was slow moving- but had some memorable 60's scenes- definitely worth watching again for the hot Italian waiter she and her gay male friend seduce together. Seeing him in a.) his sailor top and white pants on the scooter B.) in his speedo trunks at the beach---
BELLISIMO

The Ghost of LuLu Glaser...

I was going to sell this dress I found in the style pile last weekend...but Viv convinced me that it made me look like an elegant 30's star. I only paid $3.99 for it, and yet it screams luxury. I suppose I'll keep it for those big Hollywood parties that are in my future. I noticed that someone was selling dresses from the estate of Miss Lulu Glaser (renowned Victorian /Edwardian Comedic Actress 1874- 1958). Lulu was so popular that she had the finances to start her own Opera Co.- quite rare for a lady of her time. She also had a wonderful wardrobe full of exceptional gowns from the prestigious Stern Bros. and dreamy clothes imported from France. She has some great things that some museum is auctioning off- the kinds of things you expect a great ghost to wear on a foggy night on some balcony.

Here are some wonderful leading ladies from the 1930s. They look so great they definitely make me want to keep my dress- Myrna Loy in a large ruffled-collar dress; Greta Garbo in an oh-so-1930s dress with lots of crisp organza ruffles.

Albert Reyes: Don't Give Up

This kid has got heart. I mean it. At a Halloween Show Pony party he once gave the burlesque stripper one of his original paintings as a tip. He prices his work at affordable prices so that even the broke as a spoke fan can buy some. Most of his pieces are painted on old library book covers- abandoned table tops and wood. He shows up to set up his show with a sweet old suitcase and unloads the goods by pinning them to the wall in clusters. Albert Reyes has also put out a color paperback book of his art that makes for a great gift--tons of pages for only 20 bucks. He lives like a true artist and promotes other artists with a vengeance. He has some great political satire stuff as well as celebrity narratives.
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This is the piece that Albert gave me when we traded artwork... reminds me of the guy from the Sparks.

"I Have One Aim- the Grotesque,

If I am not grotesque, I am nothing. " Aubrey Beardsley

This is a quote I found accompanying darling Angel-Rose and her artwork.

You will find it suits her style and come as no surprise that she is also friends with my new U.K. pal Jamesy. Her influences range from Egon Schile, the Day of the Dead- Taxidermy- voodoo etc...
Her look is gothic and mysterious- and I love her profile quote " Don't fuck with me unless you fuck me." She belongs in Cindy's shop with all that fancy brocade wallpaper and necromance
Take a look at these images of her and her pieces

Those pieces were for a class project- and meant to respresent an umbrella- influenced by Mexican Day of the Dead and Tribal culture VOO DOO. this needs to be on display in the shop- right?

Stained Glass SNaKE sisters

The electric colored pencil drawings of Jasmine Pasquill seem like illustrations found on a Mountain Artisan quilt. The mysterious action drawn from a blood feather? This Brooklyn artist makes work that speaks to me in tiny whispers. I can't wait til the first SAt. in JUNE when she is flying out to show her stuff at the Show Pony boutique/gallery. Here are some images to inspire some magic and mischief in your thoughts today.
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It's no surprise that she lists her favorite movies as Holy Mountain, El Topo and the City of Lost Children...

I heart U.K.

This is my new favorite style maven from the U.K. Jamesy loves BIBA, AB FAB, Viv Westwood and a whole lotta other dazzling things. I have to wonder are you really only 16? So advanced so soon. Anyone who knows the power of a super sized bow ascott is a friend of mine forever. Check out Jamesy on myspace page.

I would paint Jamesy in this fashion plate cage accessory for FALL.

Thank-You never felt so good

I woke up at 6:40 today stressed out. I sat for two hours staring at the ceiling and obsessed about my unfinished taxes, my deadlines and my scattered mind. I was about to declare the day a bummer, and invite myself to a pity party when out of no where... an EBAY customer who purchased 3 things from me last week sent these:

HARK HEY HEY~Absolutely Tickled to death.the best EVER EVER ordered and received in all transactions on ebay Ever.Love all the goodies,exactly as shown.You wouldn`t believe crap I receive nothing at all like sellers pics not even close in color nothing.You truly have won me over will toot my horn for your site,thanks a zillion times ober really really,Terri

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Hi again,Love these pieces from you,astounded,you have all my business,done getting garbage like flannel nightgown shown in listing as babydoll floral dress,wood platforms with heel busted off,just hidious junk unreal,truly forever-more pleased,love ya,terri

this is one of the dresses she won.
I'm going to try to start my day now on a happy high

DEADBEAT

I was always fascinated as a kid by death. Not really the "dead" part but the story behind the person while they had been alive. I wondered who they were while living- I wrote one of my first papers in school on Anne Frank, because I was obsessed with her story- who she was and her untimely death. In middle school I checked out many books on Marilyn Monroe and began my research of her life and death. I made my first persuasive speech in freshman English class on the conspiracy theory that she was murdered. When my boxes of books arrived from Ohio recently (storage) I was surprised by how many books about James Dean and Marilyn Monroe there were. I am still curious whenever someone passes away and check the obits on occasion to see what interesting people have left the world.
I was delighted today to hear on the radio that someone else shares my creepy love of scouring the obits: Marilyn Johnson -the author of -Deadbeat: Lost Souls, Lucky Stiffs and the Perve