Natasha NYC
While looking for a housemate to help with the bills, and to ease the boredom of living in a little two story bungalow in the tony suburban hills of West Orange New Jersey, just a “FOUR” down from a golf course at the top of the hill I was offered to help a struggling artist.
It was a sweet place, but not so exciting for a bachelor.
I was introduced to a lady named ‘Natasha’, who was a lush, red headed bombshell with overly dramatic eyes, and a young blonde ‘model’, whom she called ‘Barbie-Doll’. To say this turn of events turned my life upside down is exactly how it sounds. She was into fashion. And being BIG. And Dreaming. And being a Narciessist.
“So this should be fun!” I thought. I’ll learn all about Fashion, and break into the fancy New York City Sophisticate’s Club, I thought. It will be an “Adventure!” I thought.
I was right. Horribly right. But – I never leave a disaster without some gems from the battle, and from Natasha, I culled quite a few. Namely, I got to hang out with models. I got to live with one, later on! I learned New York City, where I now live. Let’s face it, West Orange was nice, but boring.
Natasha
This was Natasha’s face logo. She wanted the color of her hair to change gradually from red to blue and back. Meant the pixel drawn image had to be changed to vector.
It took a while.
Catalogs and webpage for punk designer
The first Catalog
We went to London with Natasha’s lovely niece, pictured here. She’s a dancer, and an overall lovely young woman, and in this inspired picture at the London show, I got her squeezing off a fire hydrant. That’s hot, isn’t it!
Click to see PDF version.
Postcards
This is a ‘picture’ – heavily edited – of “Barbie Doll” from a back porch photoshoot we did. I set it up but Natasha held the camera because she had an ego.
The back was just generic information.
The Website
Her first website was gharish, and looked like an old Atari game, with neon colors on black, and overwrought ‘photo-re-botched images’ Natasha thought she had so cleverly done. It was abhorrent. Finally some very astute fashion promoters in NYC convinced her it needed to be changed.
That was my job. It went very well, and was modern, with the right amount of gharishness she wanted, and none of the spelling errors that peppered the first one.