It took a whole week to close up and purge and be #done with my huge ass apartment in Athens, now waiting for the movers. All my stuff will be on a NYC-bound ship for 3 weeks, bravely sailing across the scary atlantic seas. So romantic.
I had totally forgotten about her, hidden behind weeds in the veranda. I carved her 12 years ago and the sun did the rest. You’re coming with me, missy. [She’ll be getting a new weave in NYC. I’m thinking lilacs.]
As I’m packing away into the night, listening to 2001 A Space Odyssey in the background, it creeps me out to no end.
The Mdvanii apartment is all undone. Soon it will be on a boat, crossing the Atlantic.
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another old head just arrived. xmas every day up in this joint.
this one has a cute overbite and a nice melancholic gaze.
Mdvanii’s make up was designed by legendary illustrator Mel Odom. This is the original sketch.
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The Mdvanii body is a direct copy of that of Caprice, a French fashion doll of the 60s.
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been making sweet love to this batch of old, brittle, ash blond hair all afternoon.
Had a lovely lunch at Cafe Cluny with Hamish Bowles, [eerily bizarre to turn my head and see Julianne Moore eat at the table next to ours], then I shopped for supplies at Pearl on Canal, then hopped on the 6 uptown and this old monsta was waiting for me with the doorman, having just arrived from Europe.
4am. Prepping. My work is never done. Or is it?
[Observe the clear hard plastic tail comb. I stole it from a shop. It’s my lucky comb. I had to steal it, for it to become lucky.]
New work in this month’s Flaunt magazine.
Mildly [as in, manically] obsessed with old heads with implanted hair, I came across this one in an obscure old town in Europe. It’s a mere 13 inches tall. When I got my hands on it, it was covered in some sort of soot and ashy dirt. I was not sure of the kind of hair fiber, until I started washing it. It started reeking of goat. It was yak hair. It turned out to be an alluring pure white color, resembling coarse human hair in texture and behavior. Endless hours of hair play ahead.
