I’m not sure, but this is what I have so far. These are to be added to other characters I have created with Mac Photo Booth, one of the best toys ever for a bored narcissist like myself.
Alexa: Peter Gatien’s bitter protege
Heartless Wings of the Dove lady
Pleading woman
Crazy Cat Lady
Nancy: Harassed mentally unbalanced wife of a Red Sox shortstop
The person below:
— lives in the Chelsea Hotel
— rummaged through garbage cans with Valerie Solanis one day and never tires of telling the story to anyone and everyone she meets
— chain-smokes
— secretly still has a crush on Leif Garrett, but is ashamed of this, so pretends to be in love with Lou Reed, even though she can’t stand him
— whips out her tambourine at a moment’s notice, thinking that such musical accompaniment will be welcome at parties
— is ashamed of her breasts and so wears baggy clothes
— tries to commit suicide every March 3rd, for unknown reasons – she switches it up: sometimes pills, sometimes razors, sometimes head-in-oven, and once she threw herself into the Hudson only to be rescued by a homeless man who saw her jump
— two of her ex-boyfriends and one of her ex-girlfriends have restraining orders against her. This fills her with rage. She is constantly breaking the restraining order and constantly being arrested.
— is, deep down, a hopeless romantic and writes poems with titles like “When The White Flowers Are In Bloom” and that end with phrases such as “my heart has opened up, the sky is pink and full of spring”. She has never shown the poems to a soul.
— Thank God. They’re awful.
The fourth one from the bottom is killing me. She cannot even pull her glasses off in a straight line.
Seriously. Get it together, lady. Put the tamborine away, get a haircut, and get a life!
My only regret is that I don’t actually HAVE a tambourine for my “photo shoot”.
Perhaps she needs to courageously reach skyward.
Man, she totally does. EVERYONE should reach skyward!!
She needs to put a poster of Leif Garrett on her wall. I think she’d be surprised at how better she feels.
If you ever need a tambourine, I’ve got one for you. No questions asked, except “Where would you like me to bring it?”.
The view of the photo shoot would totally be worth it.
I love her. I mean, I wouldn’t want to be friends with her much, but I love that she exists.
Your sketch is pretty convincing.
But don’t you think she needs
a slight smudge of mustache,
or maybe a little chin acne?
You’re making me want to play make-up…