Red Hel.

Kendra's video shoot went amazingly well. Although 6am is rarely a prelude to My Finest Moment, on this occasion it seems I emerged triumphant because it was determined that Sasha (Shu Uemura pusher & make up artist extraordinaire) and I made her look like the result of a passionate liaison between Motley Crue and Dolly Parton. I think you know me well enough to know I took that as a huge compliment.

I'll have better pictures/a link to the video soon enough, the release party for it is on March 4th, I'll post details as soon as I ask Kendra what they are again since I have a memory like a sieve.
I'll be in New York again on the 26th for session #3 on my cat-headed-bee neck. Speaking of tattoos, The Wyzzerd re-did the grey stripe down my face in a kind of henna-ish red colour. I've crammed that grey in 4 or 5 times now, every time it falls straight back out again, so I have admitted defeat and embraced a new look. So far I'm into it. She even got some of it to stay in my lip this time around. I'm not posting a picture yet, it's still flakey.
And now, on to what is arguably the most important thing to happen to me in, oh I don't know, forever. Kendra gave me a Motley Crue shirt. Not just any Motley Crue shirt, but a vintage, original, perfectly worn in, BLOOD STAINED Too Fast For Love shirt. Behold; the evidence!

I know, I know. It's ok to be jealous.