Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer at Cynthia von Buhler’s Speakeasy Dollhouse a couple of weeks ago. At one point, I heard a ukulele, and there they were, right above me, singing Makin’ Whoopie.

In full color, finally. Now, I have a commissions to work on and blog posts to write.

“A couple of Mondays ago, me and a select group of my lady actor/artist friends attended the human size portion of Cynthia von Buhler’s Speakeasy Dollhouse which crops up every few months in The Back Room - what used to be Lansky’s Lounge, and way before that, an actual speakeasy in back of Ratner’s. It’s best described as a combination of interactive theater, art installation, cabaret and fancy dress party. Guided by cops (dirty, of course) into a bakery area in which cannolis are proffered, one is then led one party at a time into the speakeasy proper. Heavy on atmosphere and fun, and light on narrative, the attention to detail impresses. Howard Fishman’s combo perform period perfect jazz, cocktails are served in coffee cups, everyone looks fabulous. The one criticism I had would be that I would have liked a bit more direction in terms of where one should be looking. But, that’s just a quibble, it hardly matters.”

An excerpt from my piece on Cynthia van Buhler’s Speakeasy Dollhouse. Read it in its entirety, here, tomorrow (Monday 6/18).

Subway drawn pencil sketch of Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman from last week’s Speakeasy Dollhouse. I have an evening of inking ahead, and I WILL finish my blog post!