Contrary to appearances, I’m actually drawing my fingers to the bone. I’m at the tail end of a fabulous and massive illustration project which has forced me into obscene levels of sobrie...
Check out the fantabulous work of the very awesome students of the Patsyfox Drawing Salon! Exceedingly pleasant and talented, I think you’ll agree their work is wonderful. Fashion Illustration...
It’s with negligible guilt that I admit Australia Day means naught to me other than a day off. Make that a day in, because apart from pausing to whip out this little aussie number, I’m s...
Like many of my other New Year’s resolutions, my commitment to debt repayment is wobbly at best. But my iron will has never shone through brighter than the day I returned this Diane Von Furste...
Year that is, and bring it on I say. Here’s to slightly less hard work in 2012, but a lot more sleep, and a lot more time with my friends. Kicking off with some fun in the dirt and JD’s...
Can it really be that time of year again? How can it be that another year has passed and yet I haven’t aged a day? To me, Xmas eve is huge relief – I’ve run the race, there’s...
So it was a couple of Fridays ago, a heinous day capped off by a haircut that made my head look like a bowl someone took a bite out of. Really. An arduous drive home across town to the former sanctua...
In the haze of pre-xmas busyness the Patsyfox Drawing Salon wrapped up this week for another term and another year, and yet again meant saying bye-for-now to another bunch of supremely lovely people....
I’m a broken record about many things – and you can say that again (cough). But of the many things I’m known to harp on about, being time-poor is surely on the highest rotation. It...
I know a guy in Sydney who earns a little cash on the side from a man who pays him to let him smell and lick his cowboy boots. True story. I particularly love people like this because it makes me fe...
Is it bright in here or is it just me? There’s many things I could have done with this 4-day weekend (thank you Melbourne Cup). Things that might have resulted in some lovely drawings, books b...
Just when I thought the uber-lovely Carla Coulson couldn’t raise any higher in my humble Melbourne-based esteem (that she got the image now gracing my “about” page from this wooden ...
Scarier than the sight of Frankie thrusting her hairy arse as close to my face as she could, is the thought that it’s a year already since the last Illustrators Australia 9 x 5 exhibition, this...
Are you a lapsed artist unsure of what chaos might reign if you pick up your pencils again? Or have you not picked up your pencils since kindergarten? Are you a fashion student needing a bit of help...
A funny thing happened Sunday morning as I performed my well-honed ritual of making coffee/brushing my teeth/gazing into the mirror and wondering why I’m looking so much like Keith Richards whe...
Not counting ex-boyfriends, I rabidly collect approximately 7 different things. Make that 8, because issue #2 of the utterly beautiful Collection Magazine has just hit the shelves here and around th...
I hate to brag*, but slinking around the fun opening of this year’s The Brunswick Show on Saturday night, I couldn’t help noticing that the increasingly talented Jaclyn’s paintings ...
Any of my friends could tell you that after shoes, alternative medicines are responsible for the majority of my credit card debt. And I love to self-diagnose. Pity this week I discover that the ̶...
To say there are 2 sides to my personality is to overly simplify the situation. There are several. Mostly though, the battle is between the 2 dominant sides: Nighttime Patsyfox vs Morning Patsyfox. ...
This triplex life is of mine is driving me to drink.
Now, I’m completely aware of the importance of boundaries, and god knows there are certain times when I rather like them (cough). But lately the diary is getting a little…well…crow.. .
I don’t want to seem picky or anything, but is it so much to ask not to get water-logged on my summer holiday? I didn’t think so either. I did my fair share of going sans-umbrella, but r...
As much as I love the Paris metro, it robs you of the glorious views. So I walk…And I walk…And inbetween, I pause for some feet up. A rest was most desperately needed after this most incr...
Paris at last! Despite the odds (Being told at check-in that my ex-boyfriend was still booked in the seat beside me; Spending the first leg of the flight boxed in between two Russian men in head-to-t...
Was I a little uptight this morning to read Qantas had cancelled all flights until the stinking volcanic ash kindly departs our airspace? Seeing how I take off for Paris tomorrow ‘n all? God ...
With the best possible outcome of a lousy situation (understatement), and the impending beginning of a new phase of creative output, the only words I can find to describe how I’m feeling are re...
If you happen to be reading Epicure in today’s Age newspaper while sipping on a latte, then take a moment to admire the handiwork of one Patsyfox on the front cover. I may or may not have drawn...
It’s no accident of nature that my ring finger remains as naked as the day I emerged from the birth canal, but I’ve often pondered it: Am I tricky to get along with? Selfish? Messy? M...
What’s better than this last-breath-of-summer weather? I’ll tell you what’s better than 27 degrees in Melbourne – nothing! Too much work of late has made for a very boring Pa...
2 spaces left in my L’Oreal Melbourne Fashion Festival Introduction to Fashion Illustration workshop this Saturday 19th March 1pm – 4pm. Red hot spots. Enquiries salon@patsyfox.com
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