I recently had the chance to knock heads with the elusive Norton P, fresh from his travels about and around the Orient; the sheer will within his outstreched palm was enough to draw me away from the confines of this reality.
Wedding
a glimpse into the glamorous world of my dog, who stayed motionless on a 2 foot platform as long as I held a treat in front of the lens….
jeff parise the ever presence, invokes the spirit of a long dead sorceror with an enormous penis in order to further the cause of Czarist russia. he then proceeded to cut his own hair and beard for a follow up headshot, so not only can he act, he’s a shoe in for the supercuts franchise
the long overdue beauty shoot featuring shannon and amy donning the majestic creations of drewbird; Rhee and daven furthered the delight that was this experience, enhancing the macabre aesthetic.
the beautiful selene, gracing the cover of the glorious Coilhouse, long may it reign and smite the artsy.
I’d like to say you’ll be seeing more of her, but her head was so good looking, I lopped it off and froze it. Now she only comes out for monopoly games.
Lost in the land where bad paintings go to die, the Marquess Oasis de Cameltoe, heir to the realm of Good Taste, forges ahead through the twisted brambles and gilt, searching for a way home. Armed with the artifact Clouded Judgement, a head that glowed when danger hovers, her royal breast bare and perky, she marvels at the sheer absence of negative space.
The dulcet tread of the Marquess did not go unnoticed; the dark Lady of the amputee animals sensed the fresh and tender spirit ambling amidst the disembodied bits and moths and creatury things, and summoned her minions thus beginning the chase. Woe betide the innocently accessorized wandering the lairs of her legion.
