After a series of photos were taken of Courtney Love emerging from a dark limousine, tabloids and bloggers were quick to point out her ghostly appearance. The always upbeat Daily Mail claimed frightened onlookers "drew gasps" over her ghoulish "deathly pale skin" and painfully thin frame. Commentary across the gossip blogs were nearly unanimous in deriding Courtney for her "bride of Frankenstein" pallor and "crack addict" body.
While the photographs do indeed suggest that Courtney might do well to put a little meat on her bones, I found them to be stunningly gorgeous. Courtney's alabaster skin appears to glow against the inky darkness that surrounds her almost as though she's her own light source. The ragged, see-thru lace gown suggests an elegant faded glory even though it looks like something yanked down off grandma's curtain rod. The eye can't help to be drawn to the saturated crimson red of her cartoon lips as they provide the only spot of color in the photograph. Bravo to the photographer who captured the essence of Courtney Love's erratic personality. I know many won't agree with me here, but I'd much rather see a real and slightly crazy human being in a see-thru dress than a bunch of vapidwooden-posedair-heads with see-thru personalities. Medium: Gouache, acrylic, iridescent glitter on paper with a touch of photoshop. Painted as a gift for my friend Chrissa.
Angelina Jolie and her brood star in the celebrity version of The Little Engine That Could, a classic children's tale about determined optimism and courageous intent. Angelina and Brad Pitt are planning on adopting up to 14 kids (such a fortuitous number!) and while that may seem daunting, they claim they're up to the challenge. She thinks she can, she thinks she can... Medium: graphite sketch, digital color.
Here's a sneak peak at one of the pages scanned from the book. Lavishly illustrated, this modern hero's tale is sure to inspire today's celebrity-obsessed generation. Written by Candy Kirby, illustrated by 14. Medium: scanned page from Little Golden Book version of The Little Engine That Could, photo collage.
You can always tell the summer months are upon us as soon as Star magazine's Best and Worst Beach Bodies issue hits the newsstands. The cover features a collection of celebrity bodies coupled with prominent yellow tags stating either "Best" or "Worst" depending on the amount of flab, the diameter of the waistline, or the presence of "moobs". Lucky photogs with cameras handy the moment they spot celebrity cellulite are rewarded handsomely for their catch. Once the sale is made (usually to a UK tabloid newspaper), the photo is seen by millions around the world after being posted on countless blogs, commented upon by the masses, and deemed newsworthy enough to appear on Fox News. The humiliated celebrity then issues a statement claiming the photo is "doctored" and reassures the public they're happy with their bodies. The body drama continues as Star slaps the photo in the Worst section of their beach bodies feature and includes a catty description. It's said the Best and Worst Bodies issue is one of Star's best sellers. Attention-hungry Phoebe Price was caught in the cross hairs and made the cover of Star as this season's best Worst body...probably not the kind of attention she wanted. Medium: ink, watercolor in sketchbook.
David Hasselhoff was deemed a Worstbeast beach body because of his "seriously scary chest" and was chided for going "way downhill since his beach-ruling TV heyday." He looks fine to me, although there is something about him that reminds me of the infamous Patterson photo of Bigfoot.Medium: exactly one hour spent smearing oil pastel and charcoal around on paper.
Poor old Janice Dickinson, Star magazine claims "nothing short of a burlap sack could disguise the world's mouthiest supermodel's beauty problems, from a crumply rear to her cups, which runneth under." Medium: pastel and pen on paper.
I love muscle cars from the 60's. I love high-speed car chase scenes. I love Steve McQueen. Therefore, I love the movie Bullitt. I took a black and white photo off the idiot box while watching the Bullitt car chase scene for the 100th time and then downloaded it and painted over the top just for kicks. I also used this image for a post while guest blogging over at The Film Experience blog.
Hollywood is filled with wealthy old coots who still manage to lure lovely young women to their bedrooms, but none come close to the effortless endearing cool embodied by Jack Nicholson, Geriatric Gigolo. Most Hollywood studs of advanced age attempt to maintain their youth by going under the knife, recieving hair transplants and maintaining their waistlines with heart-healthy diets low in carbs, high in fiber...but not Jack. He lives life by his own standards and gives not a care what anyone thinks about it. On any given day, he might choose to wear swim trunks and let his quivering pendulous belly flap in the breeze as he chows down on a huge submarine sandwich while knocking back beer and cigarettes as doting young females throw themselves at him. Keep an eye on Jack this summer. You'll see plenty of paparazzi photos of him on yachts, eating steaks, drinking wine and whispering cigarette smoke-infused sweet nothings into the tender young ears of giggling bikini-clad women eager to follow him back to his bedroom. Medium: graphite drawing, digital color. Much thanks to Lynn for the alliteration.
The back of Jack's Gossip Trading Card contains fascinating information regarding career highlights and vital statistics written by film geek enthusiast, Viper Tetsu.