Thanks to all of you for visiting my site over the last year. Thanks to all of you who have left comments and emailed me. Thanks to all the blogs who have posted my work. And thanks to David Beckham for modeling Emporio Armani underwear. I wish you all a Happy 2008. xoxo Pretty On The Outside
I was rummaging through my guest bedroom closet early this morning and opened a box that has been sealed for years. Inside that box I found some old sketch books and two- three ring binders full of magazine tear outs organized into clear plastic sleeves. In one of the sketchbooks, besides a variety of doodles and half finished drawings, were all sort of crazy quotes I written. So I'm showing here some of those full of photos sleeves exactly as I found them and digitally placed some of my quotes here and there.....
I also went through a stint about twelve years ago where I'd take some "gay literature" or porn photos as you'd call them and painted women's clothing onto the guys. There was something about their Hustler-ish poses that seemed to call for that. I also drew funny cartoonish heads on them. I unfortunately painted onto those photos with gouache and over the years, the paint had all but flaked off the originals. So I did some new digitally colored images on a few of those photos I found this morning.
I added some nutty quotes to a couple......
I'm enjoying a bit of break from the insane world of celebrity. Will be back soon. Happy New Year's everyone! xoxo
I enjoyed dressing TomKat up for Halloween, here and here, so I decided to have some extra-extraterrestrial Xmas fun with the lovely pair. I imagine Tom would opt for the skimpy low cut top without trousers look as to not hinder his movement. Katie would be dressed sensibly in the full traditional Santa Claus costume so as to not upstage Tommy. I think not out shining Tom is in the contract. Happy Holidays everyone from Tom, Katie, baby Suri, and of course Xenu.
Last night's episode had way, way, way too much time devoted to the girls promoting The OC energy drink. For some reason that story line makes me sad. It's the Paris Hilton dumbing down our young girls in full affect. I tried drawing the young ladies but with the spray tan and blond extensions, they all ended up looking the same. Is that what happens when you drink that stuff? Hey.... someone should market a 12 ounce high octane drink that turns your skin orange and makes your hair blond. You'd rake it in.
Vicky, Jeana, Tammy, and Tamra took a girls get away trip down to San Diego. It was to be Jeana's first outing as a single woman. In the limo ride, a livid Vicky unleashed crazy on Jeana. The smack down had something to do with a guy named Frankie who's a designer and friend of Jeana's. Frankie's renting Vicky's second home while it's been renovated. There was a money issue about the security deposit or something.
Jeana tried to go to her safe place as Vicky screeched and yelped and gnawed at the car's interior.
Vicky dropped the fuck bomb a few times as she ranted about Frankie and the money he owes her. Vicky's voice raised to such a high pitch, that the limo's windows nearly burst.
This is Frankie, the man on the receiving end of Vicky's wrath. I don't know all the particulars of the situation (mostly because I had two glasses of wine last night while watching the show) but I'm totally on his side. Go team Frankie! On a side note, he has the most amazing, thick and voluminous hair ever. I asked my special little friend if it's wrong that I want to run my fingers through Frankie's hair? My little friend said no, it's not wrong at all. There you go. My special little friend is very supportive of my reality TV obsession. Frankie is my new favorite. Frankie if you should happen upon my blog, drop me an email. I'd love to have a cocktail with you and chat about Vicky. I'm buying.
While in San Diego, the ladies got the VIP treatment at nightclub called Stingaree or Stingray or something thereabouts. That club looked like a time capsule from Staten Island circa 1992. At the club, something inexplicable and horrifying happened that rivals the opening scene of The Ring in terms of terror. Vicky planted a kiss on Tamra (the hottest housewife in Orange County.) Now the Tamra part is kinda hot, but Vicky going all L Word is something that will make me sleep with the lights on for the rest of the week. That said, it sort of makes me like her more. Vicky continues to evolve into my favorite TV personality.
Here's Vicky the morning after her lesbian encounter w/o any makeup.
And lastly..... this is my sweet Quinny. I was overwhelmed by her large cowboy hat and by the enormity of her chest in that metallic jacket. Quinny, your chest was a tractor beam that pulled me right in last night.
All drawings are ink on paper done in between 10 to 30 minutes. And two, TWO glasses of Shiraz.
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