I think I handled the "sweaty" tape around the grip very well.
By the way - the joke is on YOU.
Using an online doodling application.
I love it - it just seems to work.
I'm thinking Sarkozy - with that insufferable smug half-smile he puts on everytime he wants to act all post-ironic and meta-clever, and other neo-logisms with a dash involved.
Or maybe it's the local Greek Sandwich tycoon - which is all you need to know (about Sarkozy).
http://www.zefrank.com/scribbler/scribblertoo/
If y'all want to give it a go yersel'.
It's just me admiring myself.
With Photoshop.
I did try to embeautify, but there was a bug...
(I'm not embeautifiable).
EDIT.
I got a very irrate, not to say outright rude, letter from A. Schmuck of the Schmuck, Vetburger and Frietjes cabinet of lawyers delivered today.
Acting on behalf of a "Disnae Wine Buff", they complained that I failed to credit the above photo.
Somehow they worked out that I didn't take it myself.
Clever people, these ambulance-chasers. And very hungry.
So, the above photograph is copyright "Dafney Van Gogh" 2010, in all dominions of the King and beyond. Even, but not limited to, the ends of the earth.
The creative commons license does not apply.
Bankers paying themselves bonii - like giving oneself sexii - five-fingered-widow stylii.
In the mean time, here's a picture of the people who pay the motherfucking bill.
Painter, Photoshop, too much time to kill, and a mouse.
I'm not actually this good looking.
Nurse says I must take my meds now.
This is how I do it - no, really : I wash most of my stuff by hand.
Got into the habit when I was living in a kind-of squat, it has a nice zen vibe to it.
Wrapping paper, acrylics and varnish.
(The varnish darkens the paper, and brings out the white. It's a magical process)
I got a lot of mileage out of that piece of wrapping paper.
Lots of different paints and inks on an inside out cereal packet (probably).
Robert Del Naja. A.k.a. "3d"
From my "copy everything Anton Corbijn has ever done" days.
Pencil, paper and paint. Pretty traditional media there.
Some arrogant West-Coast rapper from the 90's. With a mullet.
Does anyone recognise him ? Ice something or other.
Ink pen, brush and water. 1990.
Kinda looks like the East-African father of a future United States President, but I do tend to let my imagination run away with me.
(In 1990, when I did this, Obama was editor of the Harvard Law Review. I'd never heard of the guy - but then, neither had you.)
Cheap wrapping paper, acrylics, diluted wood varnish.
Here's a devil I did way back when.
I've miraculously been sent some of my old stuff that I thought lost forever.
So I'll be posting some of it here.
Edit : it's Irvine Welsh. With Horns.
Cheap wax crayons on crappy printer paper.
Back by popular demand.
Well, Tom, if you must know.
When are you going to reactivate your own, excellent, blog, Tom ?
Anyroad, this is a tiger I drew to amuse a ketje.
Pentel, felt-tip pen, another beer-coaster.
"Ugly ? Beautiful ? Who can say ?"
If you say it in the manner of that ditzy secretary out of AbFab, it can be moderately comical.
Pencil, pen, beercoaster.
One tree at a time. Or fox.
Note that the sign-staff is made of dead tree.
Boots are made of renewable roadkill, hand-stitched with biological hemp by-product from his friend, Dave.
Leather coat from Creutzfeldt-Jakob of Chelsea.
Jeans were found in a bin behind the Salvation Army.
Underwear is models own.
Hair by Phi-Phi Starchild, in that manky squat in Brighton.
Make-Up by BioKill Research and Development Laboratories, Cute Kittens Departement, Screaming Monkey Lane, Cambridge, UK.
Smoking accessory kindly provided by Dave.
© Copyright the Sunday High Times 199...umm...damn, what year are we again ??
Biro, some stupid magazine
Maybe picures of naked ladies will improve my GoogleRank. Then again, maybe not...
acrylic,oil paint, alcohol,marijuana
And old thing I did down the Paris catacombes, for a friend, sometime in the early '90s.
Looking vaguely into the distance, wi'that L'Oreal "je le vaux bien" windswept look - it's a French philosopher !
Je sais pas, fiston, le ciel, il est bleu, c'est comme ca...
Daphne thinks this looks like Tippler. Not so sure myself.
