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Hello there. I'm off to Palm Springs this morning for a week long project. Chances are I won't be posting much if at all during that time. I hope and pray the next Real Housewives of NYC will be better than last weeks. If in fact it is good, I'll do some drawings and a recap next weekend after I return. Hope y'all will have a great weekend and following week. Bye for now.
Lovely Links
Above is what hot looks like. Jesus Luz, Madonna's former (?) fling is in a new ad campaign promoting his hotness and I'm buying whatever he's selling. I'm linking to a Spanish site which shows that hot needs no translation. Scroll down to see the equally hot David Gandy, pictured in the center. Papel Pop
Speaking of Jesus, are he and Madonna back at it? Dlisted
Lisa Rinna was certainly photoshopped to death in her recent Playboy pictorial, but.... I have to say, she looks good. La Rag Mag
Solidarity shown for same-sex marriage. Oh La La Mag
Beyonce wasn't spoofed by Howard Stern. Or was she? City Rag
Bottoms up in a down economy. Huffington Post
All day yesterday as I eagerly anticipated last night's episode of The Real Housewives of NYC, I do believe I was employing principles from The Secret. I pictured myself seated in front of the TV, large glass of red wine in hand, and I imagined taking in a thrilling, engaging, and highly entertaining show full of name calling, cat fights, and Ramona putting both feet in her mouth. And you know what, it didn't quite work. If I'd bought that damn Secret book, I would have demanded a refund. With the episode taking place during the high holy holiday of Halloween and all, I suppose I should have been using those The Secret methods seven months ago when they were filming. Oh well. There were some good parts of the show, sort of.
Luann or Luannatic really seemed to be channeling Faye Dunaway's portrayal of Joan Crawford from Mommy Dearest. The soon to be ex-CoUNTess shipped her daughter Victoria off to boarding school this year. Victoria returned home after having been gone for two months and Luannatic welcomed her back with arms partially open. The daughter greeted her mother with a big hug and a heartfelt, "I missed you!" Mommy CoUNTess Dearest's replied, "You look good" with all the excitement off receiving a jury duty summons. Then Luann Dearest proceeded to snap at her child for not hanging up her coat. "Have... I... Taught... You.... ANYTHING?!!!!" Luannatic screamed as she grabbed the coat and ripped the sleeves off. Okay, I embellish. Then Luann and Victoria settled into the kitchen to catch up on how's school going? As CoUNTess Dearest prepared the two decaf cappuccinos, her daughter shared an almost unfathomable tale. Seems Victoria discovered a place the poor go to purchase donated clothing called Goodwill. Shockingly you can find sweaters for as low as $4. Luann, pouring five fingers of gin into her cappuccino, nearly had a seizure at the thought of wearing previously owned clothing. As the CoUNTess handed her daughter the cappuccino, she quickly scanned her child for lice and scabies. I scribbled down a few of the things Luannatic snapped at her daughter and collaged them into my loving tribute to CoUNTess Dearest.
Have a look at this video of Luannatic Dearest talking about her book, being late, and what to do if Kim Zolciak is your friend.
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Yesterday I participated in the seventh annual Belmont Shore, CA Chalk Art Contest, presented by Justin Rudd and his nonprofit Community Action Team (C.A.T.). It was my second time in this competition with last year being my first. Drawing with chalk on a 60" x 38" piece of paper taped to the sidewalk is totally out of the norm for me. I'm used to working in more precise mediums: graphite, colored pencil, and pen, so I found the endlessly crumbling, smudgy, colored dust particle producing chalk to be a bit of a challenge. But did I let that stop me from having fun? No. Did I try my best? Heck yeah! Last year was definitely trial by fire as it was my first time working with chalk and drawing on a fixed surface on the ground. That said, I was fortunate enough to come in 3rd place. Thanks judges. This year I wanted to try and take it up a notch. But what to draw? I searched through photos of older paintings and came across this black gouache on paper number I did 14 years ago when I first moved to LA.
We were given 12 sticks of chalk and the time limit of 8am to 3pm to complete our piece. So I used all 12 of those colors to their maximum and went to town doing a technicolor version of that above painting. Here's how it came out.........
Crazy huh? So out of 40+ contestants, I took first place. Thanks judges! I titled the piece, "If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit by me."
Pretty Links
Madonna's new New York home. Oh La La Mag
Drew Barrymore looking stunning at The Grey Gardens premier. La Rag Mag
Lady GaGa fill in the blank. Jezebel
Hugh Jackman's got milk and my attention. Just Jared
Orlando Bloom looks like a stripper playing a cop, and I don't mind. Popbytes
Last night while waiting for my guy to return from his massage, I inflated our 10ft x 3ft pool (just like Simon and Alex's) and filled it with Cabernet. So luxurious. I splashed around in it as I watched the clock close in on 9pm. My little buddy finally got home and we started our evening of reality TV viewing with American Idol. Yawn, except for Adam. As Lil Rounds began her slow and deliberate assault on "The Rose", I submerged my entire head in the red wine filled pool and slowly drank until all the fluid was gone. And the song was over. With the audio atrocity that is American Idol finally finished, it was time to say hi to The Real Housewives of NYC. Make that slur hi as I was fairly tanked by that time.
Even in my red wine induced haze, it was clear from the jump that last night's episode was all about those ladies selling their goods. I was so moved and drunk that I got out my credit card and ordered everything those east coast business ladies were pedaling.
That's me, sort of. I have a long- Celine Dion-ish shape to my face, and plenty of gray hairs. Yes, I do have a big nose but in the gay community that's not necessarily a bad thing.
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Anyone catch Bravo's 30 minute preview of the upcoming Real Housewives of New Jersey? Oh--My--GAWD, it looks good! I've spent minimal time in New Jersey, in fact I've only been there twice, however I did see some really beautiful things and met some warm, gracious, and kind people. If this sneak peak is a true indicator--- we won't be seeing any of that. No, we'll be seeing the flip side of New Jersey. I'm talking big overly-processed hair, airbrushed tans, ridiculous age-inappropriate outfits, and tons of cat fighting. Wait, I just described the Real Housewives of Orange County! Whatever the city, the common denominator for this Real Housewives franchise, typically, is a bunch of new money lunatics showing off while looking truly foolish. And I couldn't be any more pleased. Thank you Bravo.
My memory is a tad fuzzy (two glasses of wine) on how the five housewives are connected. I think a couple are sisters, one's a sister-in-law, and another is a raging cougar just thrown in for sh*ts and giggles. There were two ladies who, at first sight, I knew I'd want to sketch.
Meet Teresa Giudice.......
I can't remember if she's related to the other ladies or not. ??? Teresa oozes the kind of glamor which is usually only seen in a Bon Jovi music video from the mid eighties. "Living On A Prayer" was on a constant loop in my head every time she was on screen. "Whooah, we're half way there...... Whooah, livin' on a prayer........Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear.......... Whooah, livin' on a prayer." Just one look at her hairline and I knew she'd be fun to draw. I should probably stop right about now with my Teresa review as her husband seems like he could be in the mob. He's in "construction" which I think means he knows where to bury a body.
Meet Danielle Staub.......
Mothers, lock up your sons......... Wives, hide your husbands....... There's a crazed cougar on the loose roaming the streets of New Jersey! As Danielle said, "You'll either love me or hate" and I choose the first option. I'm so into MILFs and she fulfills all my reality TV expectations. It's too soon to tell, but Danielle may just be the must unstable person ever on a Real Housewife series. Again, thank you Bravo. I'll be watching what happens, and drawing what happens.
Both drawings on ink on 9" x 12" hot pressed watercolor paper.
If you enjoy looking at my drawings online, the next step would be having one or two or three in your home. Interested? Click on over to my etsy shop and take a gander. And your credit card. :) Much appreciated!
A round of applause for any guy who squeezes into a form-fitting spandex outfit and works up a sweat with another guy who has also squeezed himself into a form-fitting spandex outfit. Bravo! When I saw these photos of Jake Gyllenhaal and his buddy Austin Nicols doing what I just described, I smiled and my mind began to wander. I also wondered who Austin Nicols was but a quick google search caught me up to speed. As good as those photos are, in my spandex coated dreams- those two would be getting a little friendlier and little more involved. I mean really, two hot guys in bulge revealing tights and no cuddling--- that would be a damn shame!
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Oh my goodness................ I fell off the face of the blog world this past week. Sorry. I had an all consuming project due Friday which was my sole focus and mix in doing taxes and you get silence from me. That, and I thought last week's episode of The Real Housewives of NYC was full of filler. The two things which really stood out were the Team Ramona and Team Jill tennis rematch and the visit of her royal heinousness Luann Von Douchebag De Lesseps to the after-school meeting with pre-teen girls.
I'm about an hour away from putting on my Easter bonnet and eating the equivalent of my body weight in dark chocolate and marsh mellow peeps so I best get right to it..... There's been a rematch brewing between Ramona and her husband Mario and Jill and whoever she wanted to play with. As I sat on my living room floor drinking a second glass of Cabernet and sorting through piles of 2008 receipts, I wondered why such as big deal was being made about a tennis match? Maybe it's due to the fact that I have two left feet and as such was always, and I mean always, picked last for any team sport in school, that I have a deep dislike of watching athletic events. With the exception of anything that requires wearing a speedo. The only tennis player's name I'd recognize is Serena Williams so when Jill said she had some other tennis pro who was going to be her partner, I just hoped he'd be hot. And wear a speedo. So as Jill and Bethenny sat in Jill's newly remodeled apartment and got news that the tennis pro wasn't going to be able to play, Bethenny had a flash of evil genius. Ramona's cryptonite is Simon, Alex's same sex life partner. Simon having only played tennis in high school wasn't exactly a pro but since Ramona has such a deep, deep, deep dislike of him, Team Jill hoped that would be enough to tip the game in their favor. When Ramona saw Simon walk out onto the court, her eyes tripled in size and rolled over six times. Here's the look the moment realized she'd be playing against Simon.
Who knows what was swirling around inside her head at the moment? The other crazy thing about that tennis match was the outfit Kelly wore. Anyone remember that? It was a black stretch dress with what looked like a box of Kleenex coming out of her box. Sexy! I don't even remember the rest of the tennis match to be honest. Must have been refreshing my drink.
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