Roy Lichtenstein.
Hustler.
Conman.
Huckster.
Salesman.
Marketer.
Artist.
Bratatat!
IF: together
One, two, three, four
Can I have a little more?
five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
I love you.
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from my sketchbook: jean harlow
Twenty years before Marilyn Monroe‘s big-screen debut, there was Jean Harlow.
No one dreamed the frail and sickly Harlean Carpenter from Kansas City. Missouri would blossom into the world famous “Blonde Bombshell.” The actress, who as a child who fought off scarlet fever and meningitis, caught the attention of eccentric director Howard Hughes and she was cast in his provocative 1930 film Hell’s Angels. Her sultry screen persona was born, as she uttered the oft-repeated line “Would you be shocked if I changed into something more comfortable?” Jean was known to apply ice to her nipples in order to appear sexier in scenes. It worked. The picture was a hit and the country became obsessed with the young star. Peroxide sales skyrocketed. Blonde actresses were now being considered for the roles of heartless vixens, previously reserved for raven-haired seductresses. Jean’s role the following year in Platinum Blonde gave her true sex symbol status.
Jean appeared opposite James Cagney in The Public Enemy as his subsequent girlfriend, after famously dumping girlfriend Number 1, Mae Clarke, with a grapefruit to the face.
Jean was paired with Clark Gable in six films. While filming Red Dust, their second teaming, Jean’s husband, producer Paul Bern committed suicide. The news nearly halted production, with actress Tallulah Bankhead considered as a quick fill-in for Jean. But, she soldiered on and the film was a huge success. She began to pick and choose her roles, turning down the female leads in both King Kong and Tod Browning‘s infamous Freaks.
In 1935, Jean met and fell in love with actor William Powell. However, two years into their relationship, Jean’s health began to decline. While filming what would be her final picture Saratoga, Jean was hospitalized with uremic poisoning and kidney failure, a result of her childhood battle with scarlet fever. Nearly ten years before the introduction of kidney dialysis, doctors were helpless. Jean passed away in 1937 at the age of 26. With creative camera angles and the help of stand-in Mary Dees, Saratoga was completed and released. It became the highest grossing film of 1937.
Jean was the first movie actress to grace the cover of Life magazine, just a month before her death.
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IF: totem
I have a confession to make. I love Gilligan’s Island, the 60s sitcom that, for three seasons, chronicled the totally-implausible antics of seven castaways stranded on an uncharted island somewhere in the vicinity of Hawaii.
Don’t turn your nose up at me. You’ve seen it.
Despite the show exhibiting slapstick humor and unrealistic situations, creator and producer Sherwood Schwartz (the man behind The Brady Bunch) managed to cast some pretty impressive guest stars over the course of three seasons. Remember comedian Phil Silvers hamming it up as eccentric Hollywood producer Harold Hecuba? Remember Hans Conreid showing up twice as confused pilot Wrongway Feldman? Remember insult king Don Rickles as a crazy kidnapper? And then there were the classic episodes — the radioactive vegetables; the silent movie; the robot; the Russian spy that looked like Gilligan. Yep, they don’t write comedy like that anymore!
One of my favorite episodes had Gilligan stumbling upon a native totem pole and observing that the head at the top bore an uncanny resemblance to him! Two of the Kupaki tribe members who believed that hapless Gilligan was their god incarnate were played by Los Angeles Dodgers’ second baseman Jim Lefebvre and outfielder Al Ferrara.
And of course there was the on-going “Mary Ann or Ginger” debate.
In February 2011, my wife and I went to an antique and collectibles show in Gaithersburg, Maryland. Mrs. P looked forward to perusing the tables of vintage treasures offered by the various dealers. I looked forward to meeting Dawn Wells — Mary Ann herself! — who was making a publicity appearance at the show. As my wife wandered among the displays of celluloid jewelry, Bakelite-handled kitchen utensils and piles of cloth-bound books, I made a beeline to the table at which Miss Wells was seated. At 73, she was still as cute as a button.
I waited patiently for my turn to purchase an autographed photo. A man — older than I — was conversing with Dawn in a very animated manner, flailing his wiry arms in exaggerated gestures. I noticed that he was dressed like Gilligan from the show — long-sleeved red polo shirt, floppy white sailor’s hat, baggy khaki pants and deck shoes. It was a tad creepy.
I overheard Dawn explaining to the man that she was planning a Gilligan’s Island-themed book (surprise!) about what life would be like if they were on that island in current times. Finally, the Gilligan look-alike moved on and I greeted Miss Wells with a pitch.
“When it comes time to illustrate your book, you can give me a call!,” I said and I flicked one of my business cards in her direction.
She squealed. “This is great! I certainly will”
We talked a little more. I got her to sign a photo and then went to meet up with Mrs. P. I was borderline giddy.
A few months later, she decided she’d like a logo to use for various promotional applications. After many email correspondences, several revisions and refinements, I presented Dawn with this…
She was thrilled. So was I.
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from my sketchbook: berry berenson
Berinthia Berenson was born into a privileged, aristocratic family in the upper-class Murray Hill neighborhood of Manhattan. Her father was an American diplomat. Her mother was Countess Maria-Luisa Yvonne Radha de Wendt de Kerlor, but was better known as socialite Gogo Schiaparelli. Berinthia, or “Berry,” as her family called her, was also a descendant of prominent fashion designer Elsa Schiaparelli, who waged a post-World War I rivalry with Coco Chanel.
Berry and her older sister Marisa attended exclusive European boarding schools. Upon graduation, Berry expressed an interest in fashion photography and she shot numerous magazine layouts featuring her statuesque sister. Berry, too, tried her hand at modeling and the Berenson sisters were splashed across the pages of 1960s & 70s issues of Life, Vogue and Glamour.
In 1972, through mutual friend director Joel Schumacher, Berry was introduced to actor Tony Perkins. They fell in love and, despite Tony being nearly 20 years her senior, were married in less than a year. Berry gave birth to sons Osgood in 1974 and Elvis in 1976.
With Tony as an inspiration, Berry appeared in several movies, including Winter Kills, the remake of Cat People, Remember My Name opposite her husband and the TV mini-series Scruples. She retired from acting to spend more time with her sons, although she remained an active photographer, collaborating with Marisa on a fashion book in the early 80s.
In 1990, Tony tested positive for HIV. Berry was devastated, but never left her husband’s side. He died in 1992. Berry spent the next years watching her children grow up. Osgood followed in his father’s acting footsteps, while Elvis leaned toward music, becoming a singer-songwriter.
In the summer of 2001, Berry stayed at the family vacation home in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. As the summer drew to a close, she made plans to join her sons on the West Coast to commemorate the ninth anniversary of Tony’s death. She boarded American Airlines Flight 11 from Boston’s Logan Airport headed to Los Angeles. At 8:46 a.m., the aircraft flew into the 92nd floor of the North Tower of the World Trade Center in New York City. Berry died along with 87 other passengers and crew. She was 53.
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IF: hidden
Remember those dreaded visits to the doctor’s office when you were a kid? The only pleasant aspect of that terribly sterile and unwelcoming waiting room was the few cheerful moment spent perusing the latest issue of Highlights for Children.
Remember the lessons we learned from the antics of Goofus and Gallant? Remember the endearing, if somewhat creepy, qualities displayed by The Timbertoes? My favorite part of Highlights was always the Hidden Pictures page. I loved scouring those simply-drawn compositions looking for a toothbrush concealed in the length of a fishing pole or a clown hat camouflaged among a cluster of pine trees. Sometimes, the objects were so well shrouded that I had to tear my mother away from a dessert recipe in the latest Good Housekeeping to assist me in my quest for that elusive picture of a fork.
So, in tribute to my wonderful memories of time spent seeking out those hidden objects, I offer my own take on the hidden objects picture.
Here is a picture of notorious Philadelphia torturer, rapist and serial killer Gary Heidnik. There are fifteen bodies hidden in this picture. Can you find them? (Hint: Check the backyard.)
Good luck.
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IF: lush
Dean Martin was a lot of things.
Singer.
Actor.
Variety show host.
Comedian.
Womanizer.
But, one thing Dean Martin was not.
Lush.
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from my sketchbook: anissa jones revisited
WFMZ, a local affiliate just outside of Philadelphia, picked up MeTV, the syndicated retro television network that presents programming exclusively from the 1950s, 60s and 70s, around the same time that Meredith Viera stepped down as co-host of The Today Show on NBC. When the insipid and unwatchable Ann Curry took over Meredith’s duties, I switched my morning television loyalties to MeTV… and I never looked back. Now, instead of watching plane crashes, police standoffs, celebrity scandals and other overhyped and sensationalized current events, I can start my day with a blast from my past. Instead of listening to some Washington pundit explain the detrimental backlash of the next Presidential proposal, I can happily lose myself in the inane antics of Jethro Bodine and stare dreamy-eyed at Katie Douglas.
In 1966, a new show called Family Affair premiered on CBS. MeTV added reruns of the series to their early morning line-up, wedged between Petticoat Junction and My Three Sons. As with all of MeTV’s offerings, the episodes were shown daily and in chronological order. Family Affair was the brainchild of Don Fedderson, whose creation My Three Sons was enjoying a successful run since it began six seasons earlier. It told the story of confirmed bachelor Bill Davis, a wealthy gruff construction consultant, whose life is turned on its ear when his teen-age niece and her twin siblings are dumped on the doorstep of his Manhattan high-rise after their parents are killed in a car accident. “Uncle Beel,” as the twins come to call Davis, is at first agitated by the situation, but soon develops a loving and protective relationship with the children — much to the chagrin of his stuffy British “gentleman’s gentleman,” Mr. French.
Anissa Jones was eight-years old when Family Affair began. She was cast as Buffy Davis, the female half of the orphaned twins of Bill Davis’ brother. Buffy was supposed to be — and remain at the behest of creator Fedderson — six-years old for the full run of the series. So for all 138 episodes, Anissa grew and aged as a normal adolescent, but her onscreen persona stayed a child. In addition to the grueling shooting schedule, Anissa was sent on countless publicity appearances to promote Buffy paper dolls, lunchboxes, coloring books and other Family Affair-affiliated products. In 1971, during Family Affair‘s final season, thirteen-year old Anissa was having her blossoming chest bound and her hair fixed into youthful pigtails in a feeble effort to maintain a juvenile appearance.
Although I never really liked Family Affair when I was little, I watch it now on MeTV with a new appreciation. I saw that Anissa had something over her two young co-stars. She could act. I mean she could really display a convincing range of feeling and emotion. Kathy Garver (who played sister Cissy) was just another in a long line of cookie-cutter TV teens, bubbly and happy one minute and angst-ridden the next — all played with the subtly of a light switch. Johnnie Whitaker (four months younger than his on-camera twin sister) screamed his lines and mugged uncontrollably for the camera. His acting was amateurish at best, despite evolving into a career in Disney feature films where he held his own opposite a young Jodie Foster.
But Anissa was a real actress and you can really see it. She delivered her lines like a kid would. She was natural, unaffected and believable. In the Season Three episode “Christmas Came a Little Early,” in which Buffy’s classmate (played by a pre-Brady Bunch Eve Plumb) passes away, Anissa pulls off a gut-wrenching performance that defies her years and experience and is guaranteed to leave you weeping.
When Family Affair was cancelled, star Brian Keith was immediately signed to another series on rival NBC. Since they had forged a close relationship on the set of Family Affair, Keith called Anissa and offered her an audition-free role. She politely declined, wishing instead to “just be a kid for a while.”
Losing the role of Regan in The Exorcist to Linda Blair, Anissa called it a career in show business. She dropped out of high school and worked at a doughnut shop until her trust fund kicked in. Then, at age eighteen, Anissa was like an uncaged animal. She broke off contact with her abusive, controlling mother. She bought cars for her brother and herself and she fell in with an unsavory crowd. Five months after her eighteenth birthday, Anissa was dead from a massive drug overdose. The LA County coroner called it the absolute worst he had seen in his career.
Anissa’s story is truly one of the saddest in Hollywood. She was a very talented girl and her talent was wasted.
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I wrote about Anissa Jones on this blog in 2008. I felt her story and accompanying illustration deserved another look.
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from my sketchbook: evelyn ankers
Evelyn Ankers was born in Chile to British parents. Once her family moved back to England, young Evelyn was bitten by the acting bug. She took in small parts in British films, including The Bells of St. Mary’s with Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh in 1937.
Evelyn left England at the start of World War II. She headed for Hollywood and signed a contract with Universal Pictures. She made her Universal debut alongside Abbott and Costello in the 1941 horror comedy Hold That Ghost. Later in ’41, she starred as Gwen Conliffe, the role for which she is most remembered, in the classic The Wolf Man with Lon Chaney Jr. Evelyn went on to make seven more films with Chaney, although their relationship was less than amiable. She once commented, “He’s the sweetest man in the world… when he isn’t drinking.”
Earning the nickname “Queen of the Screamers”, Evelyn found herself banished to “Horror Movie Hell.” She continually played the role of the classy society woman terrorized by the title monster in many films… and she kept it up for nearly 15 years. She has the dubious distinction of being the only actress to appear in a Wolf Man, a Dracula and a Frankenstein feature.
In 1950, Evelyn retired from the screen to live the domestic life of a housewife to her spouse, actor Richard Denning (best known for his role as Lucille Ball’s husband on the radio comedy My Favorite Husband – the forerunner to I Love Lucy). She came out of retirement in 1960 to star opposite Denning in her final film, No Greater Love.
Evelyn passed away in 1985, succumbing to ovarian cancer. She died just two weeks after her 67th birthday.
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IF: rescue
They’ve fallen… and they can’t get up.
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It seems that “rescue” was the Illustration Friday word in March 2010. HERE is my submission from that date.