These nanoposts will be happening more often, I do believe. Let’s get to it! A few days ago, I dowsed myself in glitter and headed to Bardot, to scope out the Los Angeles incarnation of NYC’s infamous Mr. Black. Known for its bottomless waiters and outrageous theme nights, Mr. Black LA has been going strong since September. You can read about my night and see the gallery for this event on Chinashop. I can’t quite believe it, but Poke stickers …
It’s been a whirlwind over here. Between last week’s Coilhouse residency on Whitechapel, Issue 04 selling out, working on Issue 05 content, shooting naked girls, doing coverage for Chinashop, and planning a small party [about which I will tell you later], I’ve barely got time to breathe. However! I come up for air bearing news of hot girls and art. Indeed Chinashop is back from winter break and just in time for me to cover the recent Doctor Sketchy Marathon, …
Since announcing my portfolio yesterday I’ve received over 800 votes. This is, in a word, amazing. Not the generic sort of amazing in ” that spandex makes your butt look amaaazing, dahhlink”, but actually amazing. I am amazed. You have come through on a massive level. Last night I spent thirty minutes thanking a portion of the Tweeps spreading the word, but here’s another massive THANK YOU to my Haute Macabre peeps and to Gawwla Dawwling for including a link …
I’ve done something that my mom has been asking me to do for at least two years. I’ve entered an art contest. Usually, I “don’t have time”. It can be argued I didn’t really have time this time either, but who am I to keep my mom waiting this long? The thing about self-portraiture in the age of the internet is that everyone does it. With the current popularity of 365 projects, you can almost bet that every other Flickr …
December 30, raining, happy. Just popping in to quickly mention that I am, indeed, alive but won’t be back until about a week into the next year. I’ve been tasked with a new project that’s taking up, literally, all my time. However, I do dig the new year’s eve symbolism and plan to greet 2010 with a small group of friends, watching movies, drinking champagne, eating fondue, and being fahbulous. How about you? And so I don’t leave empty-handed: pictures …
Coming up for air from finalizing Coilhouse 4 content for a brief update. Despite my squinted eyes and labored breath I do have a few things to share. URRGHH In spare moments, instead of troubling myself with questions like, “Where the fuck did September go?” I’m focusing on the important things – Halloween! Oh god yes, finally. This year I’m manifesting destiny and dressing as Major Kusanagi from Ghost in the Shell. I’m going for moderate sluttiness, mostly because, contrary …
Achtung, Angel City residents! On October 3 and 4 The Centipede* and its secret counterpart [glimpse below] will be on display at the location above, for those two days only. What makes this especially superb is the fact that L.A. Noir will be held in a beautiful house instead of yet another white gallery space. It’s a party, it’s an art show and there’s going to be food and entertainment. I’m not actually sure what the entertainment will consist of, …
Made it to the top 3 of Attack of the Show’s Women of the Web Special, out-webbed [and out-boobed] by Megan Fox and Jo Garcia. My positronic brain-device glows with gratitude to Jonah Ray for saying I should have been #1! Sadly, this clips chops off my introduction, when one of the guys called me the Russian Angelina Jolie. Alas. Below, the quick Lovecraftian Kevin Pereira sketch I did for the show.
Late last year I realized it was time to make this place more interactive, consistent and dynamic. The concept of designing the whole beast from scratch was very exciting but, with the amount of work and travel on my plate at the time, I quickly understood there was simply no way. The project has been charring its behind on the back burner until now. Though I still had zero time to devote to web design I could no longer wait! …
ATTENTION! This is a direct cross-post of a Coilhouse transmission. Coilhouse is going international! The three of us have been operating out of California for the past two years, but as of August, we’ll be releasing our spores across three different continents. Nadya’s job is moving her to London, and Mer is traveling to New Zealand to fulfill her lifelong dream of becoming a professional hobbit-fluffer. Meanwhile, Zo shall continue to oversee our sinister stateside operations from her sooper seekrit …
This Saturday, MONSTER? opens at Copro Nason! Curated by the eye-bogglingly talented Travis Louie, it’s going to be amazing. Check out Travis’ interview about the show, here. Here’s my monstrous contribution to the show. Her name is “Mommy-Four-Legs” and I wouldn’t leave her alone with my hosiery. [click to see it bigger]
Brain-zapped after two hours’ worth of crosshatching, so it’s PICTURE TIME. Naked on a Las Vegas morning, last week. New workroom – not finished just yet, but it’s getting close. One of three new illustrations for Coilhouse #4 I’m working on. Between hair colors – red’s next. Also, the other side of the work room. Found this wheelchair on the side of the road, going home from the pig zone at 6am some years ago. And that’s all, for now. …
It is reborn, at last. 6 hours today, and now we must wait. Tim, thank you. You’re an inky god among mortals.
At this exact moment I’m in North Hollywood, about to get tattooed for the first time in 3 years by the one and only mister Tim Kern. Needless to say I’m extremely excited. Today we’ll be working on finishing my back piece. Sweet baby Einstein it’s been much too long. In other news, I’m still not mentally prepared to talk about Vegas and likely never will be. However, I’m happy to let you know that I’ll be in Austin, TX …
Oh look! A mini-post. I felt the fact that Q and I were just caught in an intense hailstorm right here in Angel City needed to be documented. But the photo is from yesterday. Yes, ice chunks drumming out a mad rhythm on the car’s roof and bouncing off the wet pavement all around us, me screaming a happy scream and turning up the strange radio station I happened across minutes earlier. A moment for the ages, interpeeps. Side note: …