Meet Olga
My dad found her in some dark dirty corner of the basement where no doubt she's been for 20 years. She initially belonged to my friend Marianne, at some point in our goth punk heyday we cut her hair put eyeliner on her and hookered her all up. I knew she was in the basement somewhere and had searched for her in the past with a mind to taking creepy cliche pictures of her, but to no avail...
Recently my parents sent me a box of stuff, and when describing the contents to me on the phone Dad says "and I found this disgusting dirty scabby looking doll, so I threw that in there too...."
He was a little shocked at my delight.
This is a camera phone shot, will me shooting more soon...I'm calling her my muse.
I am so glad your muse has returned, she has the creepy doll child breasts, too.
Posted by: molly | February 07, 2008 at 03:50 PM