Friday, 24 August 2012
Thursday, 23 August 2012
Wednesday, 22 August 2012
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Well, they say that "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas," but as Prince Harry has just discovered, that doesn't mean pictures of bare-ass nekkid royals won't get snapped and uploaded. TMZ has the pictures with the naughty bits (sort of) obscured. (Come on, if we can see a guy's junk in HBO's Game of Thrones, couldn't we at least get a glimpse of the princely penis?) Boys will be boys... but honest to God Harry, didn't you learn from the photo of you wearing a Nazi uniform to a costume party?
Tuesday, 21 August 2012
The lovely and talented Amanda Makepeace has interviewed NoHo's Mark Satchwill about his move from creating art traditionally to digitally over on the EBSQ blog.
Monday, 20 August 2012
It's on. It's off. Javier Bardem is playing the gunslinger. Or he's not.
Here's a Deadline Hollywood story with the latest, which seems to be that it's still alive with Ted backer MRC investigating the possibility of financing it.
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Read it here: http://www.jeffshear.net/2012/08/15/noho-noir/
Friday, 10 August 2012
|Sheila Keith/Dorothy Yates, Digital, 2012|
NoHo's Mark Satchwill has a written a new review of the classic Peter Walker shocker "Frightmare" over on the Classic Horror Campaign website where it's British Horror Month.
He also created this illustration of the wonderful Sheila Keith as she appears in the film playing cannibal Dorothy Yates.
Check it out here: http://www.classichorrorcampaign.com/2012/08/10/frightmare-1974/
Saturday, 4 August 2012
Written by Katherine Tomlinson
Illustrated by Mark Satchwill
Gillis Montgomery didn’t like his wife working at the North Hollywood pawn shop. It was the biggest one they owned, but it was a trouble magnet, especially after a guy got shot trying to pass stolen goods while Orla was there alone.
But Orla knew jewelry inside and out—“All those years of dress up,” she liked to say—and people were coming in every day hoping to exchange their valuables for enough money to pay their electric bill so they could keep the A/C on. Gillis could value most items with a cursory glance but he was clueless about bling.
Or so he claimed.
In truth, he hated dealing with jewelry. The misery was just too intimate when a woman came in to pawn her engagement ring, or a man brought in his father’s turquoise-inlaid cufflinks as collateral for a loan. The baubles were rarely worth much and the shame and despair of the people offering them up was like a wave of body odor—you couldn’t see it but the smell was so strong it could knock you off your feet.
Orla was better at dealing with the emotional stuff than he was.
Or so he liked to think.
When Martin Prentice walked through the door, Gillis heard Orla sigh.