Here’s another wonderful little painting of yours truly by the very talented Roman artist Stefano Imbert.  I hope to work with him someday on a larger project.

Going through my archives, I found tucked away in a little corner of my computer this sketch of a jacket by one of my favorite designers, Bryant Hoven.  The jacket was executed by Ramona Ponce for the 2003 New York production of “As I Lay Lip-Synching.”

For several years now I’ve been fascinated by the personal cartoon collection of my friend Phyllis Goldman.  In the 1950s Phyllis worked in the packaging department of the corporate makeup whiz Helena Rubenstein.  Among the staff of her personable and funny co-workers were three young men, very talented artists.  They were fairly open about being gay, even for the 1950s, but it was, after all, New York City.  They were amused by Phyllis’ private life (various dates with unusual guys) and her struggle to be a professional dancer.  Almost every day at lunch, the entire office would listen to the radio soap opera “The Romance of Helen Trent.”  While Madame Rubenstein wasn’t looking, they would draw cartoons about Phyllis and also their versions of the daily episode about the life of the fictional Hollywood costume designer Helen Trent.

A simple line drawing and a cutout from a photograph taken of the Broadway musical “Jamaica!” convey Madame Rubenstein’s consternation about her packaging department staff – if she ever found out about their party atmosphere!

Phyllis goes to lunch at the Museum of Modern Art with her handsome, non-heterosexual office mates.

But then finds out she was only being used as a lure to entrap other good-looking guys.

One artist’s conception of the lovely, put-upon Helen Trent, costume designer to the Hollywood stars.

Helen Trent wakes up from a drugged sleep and encounters a dangerous adversary (who looks a lot like Helena Rubenstein)!

Kurt, one of Helen’s dashing suitor’s, shows Helen his niece Sharee’s room – a cliff-hanging moment at the end of one of the radio episodes.  Here’s an amusing, imaginary rendering of what Sharee’s space could have been.

Another possibility of the interior of Sharee’s room.

And yet another unlikely view of Sharee’s supposedly suprising chamber.