Greetings Art Simians! I am very pleased and honored to convey to you this most recent turn of events: Dr Sketchy's New York City chapter, has been resurrected from the....deep slumber...in which it lay for the winter. As one privy to the seances and rituals performed to ensure it's reanimation, I have known anon of the wonderful magic at hand that enabled the Anti-Art School's salvation. Who more indicated as it's re-creators than the colorful couple Fyodor A. Pavlov and Lewd Alfred Douglas...both artists and spiritualists who would not let a thing of beauty slip away into the void...
While writing this journal entry I, Kat Mon Dieu, indulged in a fine red wine of 1812 on hand as well as wallowed in the residual effects of some top self absinthe from a soiree last weekend...and I happen to know there is some opium within twenty-five meters. I use it in osmotic inspiration.
Observe...the delightful journey into the forbidden, with tales of the underground brothels in our times of Victorian reign.
In evidence forthwith, this clanestine session is documented in the most de rigeur method by lightbox in the capable hands of Russ Kuhner Esquire.
Behold...
Zut! Alors! You are peeking into our dressing room...which is a thousand times more intimate than a boudoir. This is where we are unmasked and relaxed...we only allow our most bosom confidantes in this chamber. You are very lucky to see our secrets, and be so close to us. Did you bring Absinthe? Poutin? No? Then get out!
Just kidding...not kidding...really...go sit down and get out your drawing pads you naughty voyeurs!
Our mistress of ceremonies, Madame Suffra Gent, preparing with the help of timetravel aficionado, Lewd Alfred Douglas.
Follow Madamoiselle to the inner rooms where all will be revealed...
Fyodor puts the final touches to an already perky tush...perkiness testing is a skill one develops with experience.
Guess who's friends with the green fairy? Fairies are our friends...especially the green ones ;-)
Lewd is his first name. Simply gazing upon this beauty one forgets what year it is...
Ah...you are assembled for the spectacular we have prepared...pine no more gentle people for Dr Sketchys is BACK in all it's decadent glory!
Monsieur Jean de Panique is going to warm you up with a visual spanking to the six senses...you will never be the same. That is good.
Whew...I needed that...!
Et maintenant the delectable Somptueux Festin, our most lavish and lascivious courtesan...she instructs all the new girls and boys in the arts of seduction. She has even written a captivating tome, "The Courtesans Handbook" which is avidly read by all into who's hands it passes. The few existing publications are lovingly dogeared and annotated. Here she does the dance of the veil, which she taught to the first Little Egypt.
Ah, Madameoiselle Mijaurée d'Arcanum appears to be reading that little book I was telling you about.
A tête-à-tête between Monsieur Le Panique, and Madame Festin would be a very good conversation to hear. I imagine there are at least one or two ladies and gentlemen lurking within earshot...perhaps behind that velvet curtain they sit so close to?
The artistes are aflame with inspiration...
And sweet Madameoiselle D'Arcanum is in repose after gleaning the courtesans wisdom from the damp pages of said handbook. Her lover is in the wash closet, attending to some necessary details...but will return shortly for more of her delights.
Quelle foule! How many voyeurs are allowed in one boudoir in Victorian times? This must be more compelling than a Royal marriage bed! Ahhh...let them watch!
Beautiful vision in blue, our Suffra Gent announces the contest for best drawing...and the competition is passionate!
Le Mur de Pierre Auberge has some very strong wine...it will put hair on your chest...and upper lip.
It is befitting that the Voyeurs chose this fine and dandy young gent to win the prize for best dressed from our sponsor The Fine and Dandy Shop!
