January 18, 2005
“dorothy” explained

The above picture is called “Dorothy”. One of my sentimental favorites. I wrote about it some more in the “About” section:
I’ve always been a big Dorothy Parker fan. Urbane wit at its finest. Would I trade my life for hers in order to be that talented and famous? No way. Like all intoxicants, talent can be a poison. Reading her biography, it seems she learned that more than most.
It’s 2 am and I’m in this crazy Midtown Irish bar. I have no idea why I’m there. I shouldn’t be there. I should be somewhere else. Asleep, comfortable, happy, sharing my bed with a sensible girl from a good family, Brooks Brothers’ pyjamas, insufferably middle class. But no.
Everybody in that bar is crazy. I tell myself I’m the only sane one but I think I’m kidding myself.
Being an artist/creative is like wearing funky clothing. Every year gets a little bit harder. After a while it just looks stupid. Eventually the stupidity reaches critical mass and the late-night tailspin begins. At a midtown Irish bar at 2am, while I’m drawing this picture, these things no longer seem to matter.
I like this card because it’s the kind of thing poor old Dorothy would have written.
This card was drawn at a very interesting period of my life. I was living in New York, I was making a ton of money, I was going out a lot, I was drinking huge, and I do mean huge amounts of alcohol, and I had just discovered the “drawing on bizcards” format only a few weeks previously, which I was working furiously away at.
It was an insanely stimulating time.
Of course, it couldn’t last.
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If you where in your Brooks Brothers pyjamas, nothing of this blog would exist and I would have less hope in my heart tonight.
I graduated recently and after a very messy, painfull and unproductive “creative” period, I am finally signing for my first “real” job.
So thanks for the advices.
“The nowadays ruling that no word is unprintable has, I think, done nothing whatever for beautiful letters.…Obscenity is too valuable a commodity to chuck around all over the place; it should be taken out of the safe on special occasions only.“
Dorothy Parker from Esquire (1957)
I came across this quote in someone else’s blog, thought of this here post and one a while back where your usage of ‘bad words’ was bandied about. Anyway I thought the point was salient, but screw it.