left: photo I took in 2006
right: The Mindy Project season 3 poster

I made this headpiece for Blythe though

A photo posted by Thanos Samaràs (@thanos_samaras) on Dec 12, 2014 at 2:28pm PST

oh don’t be ‪#‎sad‬

The first doll I ever bought, “Love” from Hasbro’s 1971 line of World of Love dolls. I found her at the Chelsea flea market in New York, in the late 90s when it was still an open air market. I had no idea who she was, she was just laying on the pavement, dirty and beaten up next to other toys and her beautiful, kind face spoke to me. I remember getting in a cab and holding her in my hand, thinking, “this is a person.” She came with me everywhere after that day, traveling all over the world, she tagged along for company. It was only years later that I wondered what her history was and went online with very little to go on. Then I got hooked on studying, researching, discovering, collecting, photographing dolls, which will be both my salvation and my downfall.

Not a Philip Treacy

http://www.donteverloveme.com/dollphotographs.html

Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii Mdvanii

Weave Pope, blesses tresses.

The witch of Capri, bids the summer adieu.

I really did damn enjoy turning Jennifer Pugh into this, a few days ago for an editorial.
A very favorite model, she’s a great performer.

On set, sometimes I’ll create a separate and personal mind process going, along with my work there, to stay focused.
[another one had arrived in the mail that morning, so she came along]

Sometimes -not often- what appears to be a tacky, ethnic costume tourist souvenir figure, hides underneath the starched atrociousness, a doll that’s not only beautifully designed but has a surprising versatility in expression and character. Like this one from the late 50s. She’s around 10 inches tall with a far out, tightly strung, hard plastic, jointed body; gorgeous hand painted facial features and a super photogenic bone structure. Her hair is the typical brittle viscose/mohair treatment, glued and sewn to the head. Everything about her carries a hand made, hand crafted softness and vulnerability, typical of items of a time long gone.

Each one has a slightly different face and thus quite different expression, since they’re hand painted.

meanwhile in the studio, the inanities are pretty consistent.