A bi-weekly portrait series appearing on the 2nd and 4th Saturdays of each month. Now derelict and seemingly defunct, but you never know. It might come back, right?
Celebrity Saturday
Is this a…? What holiday is this?
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Dearest friends and esteemedest colleagues, I forgot to post this back on All Hallows’ Evening and I’m sorry. (By the by, Halloween also marked the second anniversary of this blog.) Enough of this nonsense; I give you the latest in a long line of drawing portraits of BFFEA, Zombie Todd!

Too much? Can’t stand to look at that accursed misery any more? Here’s nice Todd

Todd’s a celebrity. He must be cause he has a blogspot domain with his name on it. And he draws superheroes! So I’m posting this as a Celebrity Saturday. See if I care what you think.
Celebrity Down in the Hole: Harris & Elba
Sunday, December 14, 2008

OK! I’m crazy for The Wire! That’s Avon Barksdale (Wood Harris) and Stringer Bell (Idris Elba), the drug lords. I just finished season three on DVD, and the Avon-Stringer thing was soooo Shakespearian! Intrigue! Double dealing! Family and blood brothers and war and power! Whoah.
I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m trying a fake silkscreen thing. Do you like it? Is it too subtle? I’ve often said that I think this kind of stuff is disingenuous, or just a trick, but seeing is believing, you know? I think it kinda works. I don’t know. Most of my jobs are tiny and printed on newsprint, so I don’t think they need any extra muddying. But maybe the times I get internet jobs, jobs on actual good paper and/or in actual sizes bigger than two inches, they could use a little futzing… In other words, this may well appear again some other time.
Suhlebrity Sunday: Barack Obama
Sunday, October 5, 2008

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Celebrity Cedarday: Michelle Obama
Saturday, September 20, 2008
What kind of sketchblog is this? Two posts in as many days?? With prices so low, I must be in-saaane!!!! Well, here’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Our future First Lady and current Best Lady, Michelle Robinson Obama!!
I’m so sorry I don’t have more to say today, and can’t fill up your time with any thoughts on the fall of a certain empire we seem to be living through. President actually seems to be the least desirable job I could think of at the moment. But hey, perhaps this is a Franklin Roosevelt moment? Yes, it could be. It truly could be. Let’s be honest, I have nothing to add to the conversation right now. This is what you have done to me. Satisfied?

Salebrity Saturday: Stephen Colbert
Saturday, August 9, 2008
I’ve been watching a lot of this dude lately, and the other night I dreamed that David Wayne [Wain, alright? Wain. -Berated Barrett] and I were on his show, chatting about how awesome he is before we went on. The man is hilarious. He so perfectly skewers those powerful blowhards on Fox News, and it’s so funny that sometimes I forget that those people actually have a good deal of traction in the real world. Recently Colbert was up in arms because ignorant people are getting discriminated against, and he felt like there should be a week-long Ignorance Month. But check out this column from Paul Krugman yesterday; it reminded me that all of this satire comes from a true, and truly scary, source.

Celebrity Saturday: MIA
Saturday, August 2, 2008
I know it was cool in Pitchforkland to not be absolutely bonkers crazy for Paper Planes, and to instead dissect its samples and influences. I also know that by now, cool people must be sooo over this song, especially because it has gone national, being so thoroughly attached to the Pineapple Express campaign. But you know what, every time I hear it, I get so damn excited, cause it is a really! fucking! awesome song!
Also, I really like the flying hand gesture MIA makes when she let’s us know she’s fly like paper; gets high like planes. I even don’t hate her nineties-revival style. Retro pastiche of the previous decade has never been done with such aplomb.

Portrait of the Week? Takashi Murakami
Monday, July 28, 2008
Oh, bloggers. I’m ready to make the Portrait of the Week weekly again. As Caitlin has mentioned, I now have a mega-studio. She usually refers to it as The Master Studio. I came into some money, and I got a tabloid-sized scanner and a Wacom Cintiq, which is a monitor that you can draw on with a stylus. Both very nice. Also, she and I moved some things around, and now I’m comfortable with our workspace. So basically, things are moving again. Things are happening again.
Now, I think that these portraits could start to fall on a consistent day, don’t you? Like what about Mugshot Monday, or Famous Friday, or Celebrity Saturday? I like that last one because it’s only an aural alliteration, which is fun and funny. So probably I’ll start putting them up then.
Anyhow, Cait and Chadwick Matlin (“the staff reporter for The Big Money, Slate’s business site, which will launch later this year” -from his Slate byline), and I went to the © Murakami show at the Brooklyn Museum recently and we had fun. So here he is with his mascot sprites, Kaikai and Kiki.

Portrait of the Week: Tina Fey
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Here she is, in all her Liz Lemmon glory, scarfin down some Sabor de Soledad off-brand Mexican cheese puffs.

Portrait of the Week: Bruce Springsteen
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Bruuuuuuuuuce!!! We’re talkin Asbury Park-E Street Shuffle-Born to Run mid-’70s young and smokin’ The Boss here.

Portrait of the Week: Hillary Clinton
Monday, June 16, 2008
Finally, the Portrait of the Week for last week. There’s another one coming for the end of this week, so don’t fret.
I’ll tell ya, back in January I really loathed both of the Clintons. But now, after Ms. Clinton’s suspension speech, I’ve got nothing but love. If the drawing seems overly heroic, just wait until I do Barack.
