If you, like me, believe your cat is the prettiest/handsomest/cutest/mo st charismatic cat on the block, then get your camera out and start snapping toot sweet. United Bamboo are talent-scouting for t...
The leaves are almost finished falling from the Melbourne trees and winter will shortly be upon us, but the Patsyfox Drawing Salon Super Sunday Sessions are just hitting their stride. Today’s s...
For a multitude of reasons, May is not my favourite time of year. Daylight that seems to last an hour, mornings too cold to get out of bed… And now I have the departure of Jaclyn, lost indefini...
This was the sight a couple of Fridays ago, somewhere around 4am after 3 bottles of red (shared, natch) and many hours of spinning vinyl from JD’s very excellent collection. Aside from the warm...
Why sit around wondering where summer went when you could be learning the very fine art of Fashion Illustration? The new term of classes at The Patsyfox Drawing Salon begin in a little over a week on...
My history of disappointing (in the chocolate sense) Easters has been documented before, and yet I approach this one with buckets of optimism. Why? Because this time I left nothing to chance and fi...
What is it that makes almost anything more desirable than something you have to do? Even when that must-do is something you love to do! Is it a form of rebellion on some level? God knows I hate be...
Doing one thing at a time was never my speciality, which is why after switching to the single track of illustration for a few years, I find myself burning the career candle at both ends again being b...
Returning to productivity after a long weekend at Golden Plains last weekend was nothing but pain. Nothing like a bit of flower therapy then at tonight’s Drawing Salon class to keep just a lit...
I’ve never cared much for the green ribbon. It goes back to my school days when I carefully chose the sporting events I entered, based on a simple criteria which merely required a complete lac...
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.
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