Hello-a there, Art-a Monkeys! It's-a me, Syd Bernstein, with another edition of Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art Blog! At our last session, we had the nerd's dreamgirl, the one whose picture you hang on the wall of your mother's basement, the Penthouse Pet with her own Darth Vader t-shirt, the one and only Justine Joli! The session was Nintendo Entertainment System themed, so all of the gamers could bask in the 8-bit nostalgia. For the Sega partisans like Dolcy who required twice as many bits for their entertainment and for losers like me whose cruel, miserly parents wouldn't buy them a video game console when they were children, we had two of the greatest breasts on Earth. So there was something for everyone!
We begin quite simply with a typewriter and a bottle of whiskey - the tools of a truly great journalist - because at our last Dr. Sketchy's session, we had none other than the greatest journalist of all time. Who is this wondrous chronicler of the American experience? Tom Brokaw? Edward R. Murrow? Bob Woodward? Hacks one and all! No, I mean the rare genius that is Hunter S. Thompson.
Unfortunately, we didn't have the budget to fly up and sweep the real Thompson out of the sky to pose for us, but we had the next best thing - and in some respects, a better thing - our own lady chameleon Gal Friday assuming his form and his legendary persona. We are lucky enough to have a full
Hold on to your hats, Art Monkeys! It's time for part two of our Art Star series, saluting our ultra-famous friends in the art world. This session's inspiration was David Stoupakis. In case you're unfamiliar with his work, I believe I have a sample of his work around here somewhere…
Oh, great. Now I'm going to have nightmares for weeks.
So, very appropriately, we had David's own personal muse pose for our session. I know what you're wondering - What sort of woman could inspire Stoupakis' horrific yet beautiful artwork? It's none other than the horrifically beautiful Aprella!
So our New York regulars who missed SketchyCon '09 are probably pretty pissed at us, especially since it was the most awesome thing ever. We had Dr. Sketchy's principals from all over this continent (except for Mexico and Central America), but the convention was only for organizers of Dr. Sketchy'ses, excluding some of the people who are reading this blog. However, fret not all of you who are not cool enough to be running your own Dr. Sketchy's branch! Because we are such wonderful people, we are going to share with you some of the highlights of SketchyCon through the magic of photography!
The masses assembled in Dr. Sketchy's New York headquarters for a very special session of Dr.
Hi there, Art Monkeys! Who remembers the ultra-violent, sexually exploitative films of the 70's? Nobody? Well, who remembers the ultra-violent, sexually exploitative films of Quentin Tarantino? Then you're in for a treat, because here at Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art School, we had the luscious Bambi Killers pay their tribute to the grindhouse.
Armed only with a switchblade, a revolver, and a machete, these three ladies must survive a harsh and unforgiving world. Will they pull together to make it
All of us here at Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art School are simply gaga over our new sponsor, Baby Tattoo. It has come to our attention that some of you are not aware of Baby Tattoo, and therefore have not been exposed to their spectacular books. Some of you may believe that Baby Tattoo is the infant son of a minor X-Men villain. Actually, that would be baby Tatsuo, but that's an easy mistake to make.
I know what you're thinking - "Wasn't he that weird artist guy who slept with Betsy Braddock?" No, you're thinking of Matsuo. And really, he had an affair with Kwannon, who switched bodies with Betsy Braddock. I know, everyone was confused by that
