"Lefty"
On my way to the show last week, I tried to get some pics of my two contributions. I only had my phone camera, but I was able to get a couple decent shots of Lefty and Mr. Rites. Although my phone cam is good, it doesn't always take the best photos, especially not while sitting in traffic, taking a shot over my shoulder of something in the back seat of my car.
However, last night while cleaning out my phone, I found an image of Lefty and decided to sweeten it up. I ended up creating virtually another piece of art altogether.
Yes this image was originally a 'blind' shot and I had to work a little to be happy with the image.
Because it was a bit pixelated where it wasn't blurry, I opted for an old photo effect...I think I did okay.
Here he is along with his new bio:
Giuseppe 'Lefty' Piccoli
Lefty's remains remain restless.
In life, he was not very well liked, but in death he's almost tolerable.
During his "short" life, the three foot, one inch tall Giuseppe "Lefty" Piccoli was an aspiring bootlegger who provided 'specialized' services during the American prohibition years. Aggressively ambitious, and prone to turbulent moodswings, Lefty didn't mind doing his own dirty work and clawed his way up the racketerring ladder through knee-capping and other, under-belt assaults.
Unfortunately, his career was interupted when his bodyguards left him in the bay with a bucket of cement on his right foot. And while Lefty's sudden demise didn't come as much of a surprise to his competitors, his post mortem return did.
The Lady has posted better pictures from the "Taking Care of Business" show at the Yoyo Gallery in Cabbagetown, (You might have to be logged in to Yahoo in order to view them). Check out all them hipsters. There are also some great shots of the stylish Mr. Thom Foolery, who, in spite of humidity, dominated the scene with coolness.
Speaking of hipsters at the show, one of them came up to The Lady and stated that he'd like to see her wearing nothing but her goggles, then walked away. There was no other formal greeting, just, I, Ugbar the Unwashed Hipster, want you naked. While I emphatically concur, (and must take a moment to imagine her in such a state) it's just not what I'd consider a viable pick-up line. I mean, does that ever work? Have we lost all social grace?
(partially cross-posted to illustrators)
However, last night while cleaning out my phone, I found an image of Lefty and decided to sweeten it up. I ended up creating virtually another piece of art altogether.
Yes this image was originally a 'blind' shot and I had to work a little to be happy with the image.
Because it was a bit pixelated where it wasn't blurry, I opted for an old photo effect...I think I did okay.
Here he is along with his new bio:
Giuseppe 'Lefty' Piccoli
Lefty's remains remain restless.
In life, he was not very well liked, but in death he's almost tolerable.
During his "short" life, the three foot, one inch tall Giuseppe "Lefty" Piccoli was an aspiring bootlegger who provided 'specialized' services during the American prohibition years. Aggressively ambitious, and prone to turbulent moodswings, Lefty didn't mind doing his own dirty work and clawed his way up the racketerring ladder through knee-capping and other, under-belt assaults.
Unfortunately, his career was interupted when his bodyguards left him in the bay with a bucket of cement on his right foot. And while Lefty's sudden demise didn't come as much of a surprise to his competitors, his post mortem return did.
The Lady has posted better pictures from the "Taking Care of Business" show at the Yoyo Gallery in Cabbagetown, (You might have to be logged in to Yahoo in order to view them). Check out all them hipsters. There are also some great shots of the stylish Mr. Thom Foolery, who, in spite of humidity, dominated the scene with coolness.
Speaking of hipsters at the show, one of them came up to The Lady and stated that he'd like to see her wearing nothing but her goggles, then walked away. There was no other formal greeting, just, I, Ugbar the Unwashed Hipster, want you naked. While I emphatically concur, (and must take a moment to imagine her in such a state) it's just not what I'd consider a viable pick-up line. I mean, does that ever work? Have we lost all social grace?
(partially cross-posted to illustrators)