First, a heartfelt thanks to all of you who've privately emailed about Martinique and how great it is my sister and her husband are allowing their son to grow and bloom without judgment. Next I want to offer an apology for a lull in those postings about my nephew and his muse. He's in a new school this year and with all the things that go along with that: making new friends, homework, and after school activities, it seems my email in-box hasn't been graced with any new Martinique pictures. :( So I'm posting a photo of how I was greeted by Martinique when I met her for the first times several weeks ago.
She's wearing a skirt I gave my sister about eight years ago as a dress with some fun-girl on the go accessories. I picture Martinique out for an afternoon of shopping in Ibiza in this snappy ensemble. Certainly she's wearing a semi-damp swimsuit underneath that mini dress while on her way to find some gold strappy high heels to complete the look. Sensational!
The title of this posting as well of the image is courtesy of my reader Art in Mexico City. Back in June I did a posting based on the bear-ish model Vivienne Westwood used in her runway show. I was so pleased to see a substantial, hairy, sturdy man on the catwalk that I created a series of illustrations based on the model. Have a look at that stellar posting here. :) Art saw a news anchor man who had that same bear-ish sensability and created this great triptych.
When it comes to most Reality TV programs, I'd say probably less than half of what's going on is truly reality. The rest of it would be scripted and creative editing. After watching the third episode of The Rachel Zoe Project last night, I'm going to say it's 100% scripted and its sole purpose is to sell Starbucks drinks.
Crazy? Perhaps. As I watched last night's show I couldn't help but notice the heavy, make that Venti, Starbucks placement. Now I've got nothing against Starbucks.... far from it. I'm drinking a tall coffee right now and the cup's logo is facing my computer screen out of respect for this posting.
I wonder if the relentless product bombardment helped Starbucks today? Did they notice a spike in unbelievably skinny women in over-sized accessories this morning? Hmmmm.....
Were there more cute gay stylists/ hair & makeup artists/ assistants than usual stopping by Starbucks to get the latest must have accessory after last night's show. That's it--- this season's must have item isn't an orange faux fur vest or horn rimmed glasses. N0! The all the rage--- rush out and get it right now--- it goes with everything adornment is a Starbucks coffee cup. Thank you Rachel Zoe. You've validated my addiction.
So I got out my Canon PowerShot (which sounds like a gay porn title) and documented just some of the Starbucks drink placements.
Being a free-lance artist means sometimes I have plenty of time to work on my blog, but at other moments there just simply isn't any extra time at all. As you can tell, this week's postings have been a bit lighter than usual. I fortunately have a lot of projects going on which means blogging has to be temporarily on hold. Will be back shortly. Thanks.
I do a variety of freelance art-related things. Among those things would include painting murals in homes and businesses. I've observed and over heard some very funny, nasty, sad, and weird stuff over the years and this is a little story that has stuck in my head. Out of respect for my clients and out of an interest in avoiding being sued, I've changed the names, but not the experience.
For those of you keeping count, this would be posting number six about my nine year old nephew and his mannequin Martinique. If you're new to my site and wondering what the heck is going on with this stunning plaster goddess, fret not as you can click here and get caught up on all the action. As previously mentioned, I spent the week before last at my sister's home painting a mural in her son's bedroom. Martinique resides in my nephew's bedroom closet which I assure you is strictly literal, not metaphorical. Her presence is felt in every corner of their new home. Too many good stories are coming to mind from that week, but today I want to focus on some breaking news from Martinique's world. My sister called the other evening after dropping her son off at home post an intensive shopping spree. Her son wanted to get a few Halloween goodies for Martinique or Martini as my sister calls her. With a budget of $15 they headed off to a nearby second hand store and scored a hot pink bobbed wig with bangs and a pink feather boa which her son wore on the drive home. He and Martinique share and share alike. Being a good mom, my sister took off her big, dark sunglasses and gave them to her son to complete the look. I was in my car listening intently to this fantastic story and nearly crashed a few times from laughing too hard. I asked that her son please, please, please, please send me a photo of Martinique in the new outfit. Behold........
This is the unedited photo as taken by my nephew with his father's Iphone.