You Go, Girl!

This was a night to remember - history in the making! In a classic battle of the sexes, Brynwood Prep was vying for the All County Championship Title against those badasses from St. Mary's School for Wayward Girls. Bud Jenkins wasn't gonna let some girl get in the way of his glory. Sure, the purple uniform was distracting. So was the perfectly feathered hair carrying with it a heady floral scent. No, what he hadn't counted on, didn't see coming until he went for the dunk in the last second of play, was the freakishly long right arms these mutant chicks possessed!

Happy 2009! 

(Image found especially for the Alfieri's!)

Make it stop!

Another ghoulish story courtesy of the Grim Reaper, aka YA novelist Claudia Mills. Can you imagine the convo that went on in the art director's office with this one?

"I want what looks like a tombstone smack dab in the middle, or just a portal to hell would be ok, and I want the colors to be really sombre. Oh, and could you float the head of a girl right in the center of it. The author says she's preoccupied with death - make her look sad and confused, like she's thinking, 'Good God, does death ever take a holiday around here?' 

What's that you say? Her hair? Hell, I don't care - do whatever you want with the hair."

You just know the artist's favorite part was creating that perfectly flipped and feathered hair!

Yummmmmmm!

But I like it, like it, yes I do! Don't tell my secret crush that there's a new hottie in town (albeit rendered in gouache) and he's rockin the feathered hair and keyboards like nobody's business. There's nothing like a sexy Piano man...swoon!

REMEMBER??!!

Dear Bill, 

Remember me? I'm that chick with the feathered hair and awesome Elton John t-shirt. Remember? We were just talking a minute ago by your brother's red Triumph. I mean, you're standing just 10 feet away from me, kinda like a groovy modern statue of David. Did you forget me already? Bill? Bill?? Remember? You gave me those ludes last night. Um, what happened after that? I kinda don't remember.

Schizo Girl!

The story of a schizophrenic teen carrying out the evil biddings of a conch shell? A girl who uses the sound of the sea to tune her piano? A feathered hair-lovin' girl who is also partial to prairie fashion? Your guess is as good as mine.....actually the girl's mother drowns in a freak accident and her dad ships her off to an aunt's house in New Zealand! Zaniness ensues.

Chase Scene!

What do you see here? Two girls with stylish short feather cuts. The girl on the left looks slightly alarmed. You would too if there were giant orange hands and a big freaky face behind you. And what's with the old-fashioned car? Will the "chase scene" take place in it?

Soooooo...after reading the inside blurb, I am sorely disappointed to find out that these are two boys. And freaky face behind them is an escapee from an insane asylum who kidnaps them and forces them to drive him to NYC. Oh yeah, it also says this is a "lighthearted story...taking the reader along on a highly original spree."  Wheeeeee!!

Toads, Warts, Yuck.

I'm gonna assume that the kid on the couch is Wart and that the nattily dressed dude pointing and waving his glasses around (who's staring directly at me - please stop that!) is Toad. I don't want to know any more. I'm not interested in their gross names...their sartorial choices...their choice of beverage...the precarious perspective of the coffee table where said beverage is about to slide onto my lap. I'd rather contemplate the perfectly feathered hair of Wart's girlfriend/sister (?)

Coasting, yup, that's what he's doing.

Dear Barbara Cohen,

When I first saw this book, I thought, "How radical! A book written in 1985 about a teenage hustler! He's just arrived in the big, bad ci-tay, looking for Christopher Street." What's that you say? It's called Coasting - not Cruising? Huh. Coulda fooled me. Nice feathered hair though.

The Amazing Glory Girl

 This was the ideal head of hair in the early 80's - perfectly feathered wings with highlights to die for. But what is she wearing?! Sensible flats, long granny skirt, blah button-down shirt. I'm beginning to suspect she's trapped in some religious sect that won't let her wear tube tops and cut-offs, like all us feathered-haired girls did back then. She appears to be in an auditorium, clutching a record album to her chest. Is it a Glory Gospel Singers album? Is she the eponymous Glory Girl? Why is there a calculator on the table? And why the sour puss? What do you think this is all about?