vanity? fair

I thought using a photo of someone else to draw from might get me around accusations of narcissism. I also liked the drama of this picture, with the white gloves and black boots and the furry hat. Here she is supposed to be channelling Dietrich in last September's issue:








You want muff? You got muff...



It was fine until I started to explore Kate’s nether regions. What the..? They seem to have been airbrushed into a gaping black hole. You’d think if she was in black silk knickers or whatever they would’ve just showed ‘em--it's nothing new to see undies spreadeagled across a magazine cover; and Vanity Fair covers look more like Zoo ones these days anyway, what with all the Lindsay Lohans and Paris Hiltons venerating their mons on a regular basis. So, I guess Kate was posing au naturel and in dire need of some digitised modesty. Either that, or it is some kind of anti-drugs subtext: Girls, don’t snort coke or you’ll rot away your vaginal cavity.
I only did about ten sketches before abandoning Kate in frustration. Here's a sample of Gianna Does Kate Does Marlene. (Marlene might've quite liked that, eh?).