Calling My Caricature Into Question.

I can remember being called a joker, a clown and a buffoon at various times in my life. But never a cartoon. That is.... UNTIL NOW:



We had these done for our website at work, and before seeing it this morning I was very skeptical as to the outcome. I had one done at The Perth Garlic Festival a month ago where I looked like one of the Gallagher brothers from Oasis and it was scary. The cartoonist asked my sister what I like - you know, so she could incorporate it into the drawing. Janet replied "beer and cheap women". Now, while I'm not exactly protesting that description, the caricature came out like ka-ka and I was left wondering "Do I really resemble the same person who wrote Wonderwall?" It was a shock, as I usually get Ron Livingston or Brendan Fraser which I can deal with.

And about three years ago I went to this strange party in the North End. This independantly wealthy, and very strange, socialite was having a party in her apartment which was a converted warehouse across from Joe Tecce's. She'd paid a cartoonist to come in and draw all of her guests. Now, I don't know if said artist was stoned out of his gourd, or if I actually resembled a handicapped Aztec that night - but the drawing was another disaster.

I quite like this one. I'm going to use it as my blogger profile image, methinks. If anyone needs similar Boston area caricature work done for whatever strange reason, email this guy. He's good.