And now, the thrilling photos of Justin Lussier, Professional Redhead.

If I could look like that all the time, I would. Sigh.

Thanks again Justin! Keep up the good ..um ..shots.

It’s a revolutionary Dr. Sketchy’s! Shien Lee of Dances of Vice graces our stage for a Glam Rock Rococo send off. It’s our last session
in Beautiful Brooklyn as we pull up stakes to Manhattan’s venerable Slipper Room. So, we decided to blast The Lucky Cat into a smoking
ruin of awesome! Words cannot express the amazement and wonder of Ms. Lee’s outfit, so I’ll shut up and show you the pretty pictures.
Take it away Ms. Lee!

In case you are wondering, she does all this and more at her Dances Of Vice parties. Get your Frill on today! Photos by Dr. Simon, the Comte’ Du Papplionsueronmaic.

En Vouge! I’d affair her necklace. I’d let her eat cake. I’d ..cut her head off in front of a raving mob. Man, these things always end up
in unexpected places.

The Esteemed Molly Crabapple, Ms. Lee, and the unblinking gaze of Marie Antoinette.

We even had live, horrifying entertainment courtesy of Syd Bernstein and John Leavitt.

The song was “Atomic”. Our shame is eternal.

Me and Steve Walker. I’d like to think that my outfit is burned into his nightmares forever.

Oh yay, and some people drew or something. Whatever.

Plus! An extra-special All Monkey Pose! Just for you!

Lilah! The Owner and operator of the Lucky Cat, our home for over three years. She’s put up with drunken monkeys, power-shorting lighting
arrays, and glitter on every possible surface. To celebrate our Goodbye To Brooklyn, Lilah donated an entire bottle 2004 Organic Syrah!
It’s both environmental AND intoxicating!

Shien Lee brought not one, not two, but THREE amazing outfits to shock and awe. I can barely get out of my robe most days. I am a
disgrace, a thing of pity.

It being our Last Lucky Cat Session, we decided to bring back an old favorites from bygone years…

The Living Canvas! Oh how we missed your mix of art and objectification!

And That. Is. A. Wrap. Many many fluttery thanks to Shien Lee of Dances Of Vice! Thanks to Syd, Steve, Eve, Justin, Dr. Simon, And many
many thanks to the Lucky Cat and Lilah and all our loyal fans. Follow us westward to Manhattan’s Slipper Room on Nov. 22 for our
glamorous re-opening with the glamorous latex-queen, MOSH!

The Slipper Room
167 Orchard St @ the corner of Stanton
F to Delancy

-JL

A Monumental And Memorable Dr. Sketchy’s this week! For our tribute to Steam Punk and everything that cranks, pumps, twists, and blows, we
have our very first All Monkey Models! The Hard-Working , Ever Handsome Steve Walker and the Passionate Fasion-plate, Penelope!

Taken out of the crowd after a model no-show, Steve and Penelope ruffled our petticoats and made an airship out of our hearts.

Your ever-lovin’, historically dressed hosts. Fashion hint: If you are on the portly side, do not wear suspenders unless you’re ready to give
in to the “Sad Old Cop from the 40s” look. Photos, once again, by Dr. Simon. Start the engines! Turn the wheel! PUSH THE BUTTON!

I always like Implied Narratives in poses. It’s like a three act play without all that annoying talking.

I can’t remember WHY this contest resulted in David Bowie’s Magic Crotch ..but it did. And I think we’re all happy for that.

Some people brought laptops! Others did crazy experimental collages! It’s like you guys are *artists* or something. Sheesh.

Oh drinking contests, you always bring out the best/worst in people.

Wrap up the machine and deflate the Zeppelin, it’s nice to close up shop. Many many shiny thanks to Penelope! Steve! Dr. Simon! Hillary! Justin! And to me! Come back this Saturday for Rococo Glam-Rock and our LAST LUCKY CAT SHOW! Be there or Not!

-JL

SUPER EXTRA FUN SUPPLEMENT

Justin Lussier, our resident redhead, provides his own vision of our Retro-Future wonderland. It’s just like being there and also on powerful drugs!

Funny thing, Steve’s not in costume or anything. He just always looks like that.

Thanks Justin!

It’s time we classed up our act here at Dr. Sketchy’s! No more vulgar glitter parties or fawning odes to pop culture. Let’s get all cultural
on yer ass with the lovely Sequinette!

In a gauzy, classical music-filled tribute to the Violin! And Women! And other abstract concepts! Photos by Dr. Simon, of course.

Molly Crabapple and I. She beckons you ..to enter her web of sin! But don’t go in!

Man, 3 sentences and I break the sophisticated mood. A new record! All profits from this session went to fight breast cancer for the
Keep-A-Breast Foundation. So we have that going for us at least.

I’d like to pluck her strings. I’d like to finger her board. I’d like to ..tighten her strings and then wax her down. I’d like to make her
out of cat intestines. Wait.

It was nice out for the first weekend in months and all you monkeys decided to spend it in a dark bar. Thanks guys!

Prizes! We had books, shirts, shots, and suspicious mirrors.

So many talented artists in one place rather than working is one of the nice effects of a severe economic depression!

And prizes come from contests which leads to drinking. Cause again, CLASSY!

I’d like to think that the double-shot of whiskey with two straws is as wholesome and perfect as sharing a malted milk shake. Right?

Thus ends our concert. Thanks to Sequinette! Syd! Dr. Simon! The Lucky Cat! Melissa! And all monkeys everywhere! Come back this Saturday for

a return to geeky frivolity with Maeri In Steampunk Dr. Sketchy!

Tallyho!

-JL

Happy belated birthday to me bitches! Dr. Sketchy’s fell on my exact birthday, so we brought in two models, glitter and gift-wrapped just for
me!

The luminous Amber Ray Machine Dazzle Of the Dazzle Dancers! All Amazing! All Glitter! All Over! Thanks to Dr. Simon for the photos and the
Graduation-Party-Acid-Trip set design.

Your hosts presenting a prize, a fine free tank top! The wonders never cease at Dr. Sketchy’s. Note the crown. It is an evil omen.

One and two minute poses! I think that first shot is called “Adorable Of the Fabulous” but I’m not sure.

This is more or less what I see when I close my eyes anyway.

Everyone do the funky chicken!

Some behind the scenes shots. Again, note the crown, it becomes important.

Here I am receiving the traditional Dr. Sketchy’s Pointy Cake Of Doom. The wearer of the Traditional Sparkle Crown also must undergo the
traditional Birthday Ritual.

You people are fuckers. Seriously.

Enough of my disturbingly white rump! More glitter fantastico with Amber and Machine.

Thematically consistent tassels make me a happy panda.

Molly is making that look of terror because that is my *4th* Manhattan, and we all know what happened last time. Well, other people do. I
don’t.

Molly presents our prizes of delicious booze!

And the winners! Oh Smo, how we missed you so.

And that’s it til next week! thanks to Amber Ray! Machine Dazzle! Steve! Syd! Dr. Simon! And Justin Lussier! Come back next week for a CLASSY
and SOPHISTICATED session, not like the crap we usually do.

-JL

BUT WAIT! You, dear reader, get more with Dr. Sketchy! Justin Lussier has his own sparkly, sparkly take on the evening.

And in heels!

Oh why do you mock my pain?

I’ll get you all back one day, oh yes I will.

I believe the contest was “Limp Cotton”. No, I have no idea why.

Thanks again Justin!

With the dollar falling faster than a drunk frat boy off a roof, it helps to be reminded of the one sound investment left….

Gambling, baby! Vegas is the only economic market that makes sense anymore …and who better to lead us into venality and depravity than
Pandora and Nik Sin?

Your esteemed hosts for the night. We had games of chance for prizes!

Never just assume you can shuffle cards correctly. Some people won swiped Louie Vouttain playing cards! Some people won t-shirts. It all
evened out in the end.

Pandora’s headdress made her a danger to herself and others.

I wanted a Saul-Bass 60s look for the background, but I think “raving pink insanity” works just as well!

This looks like the cover to a book of short stories that has a lot of weeping and gunshots in it. In a good way.

Have we mentioned that Nik Sin makes “menacing glare” into an artform? Cause he does. Guy could have a cult by now.

And that wraps it up for this week! Thanks to Dr. Simon, Steve, Syd, Justin, Pandora and Nik Sin! Come back next week when Amber Ray and
Machine Dazzle will glam it up for my Very Own Birthday Session!

I hope I don’t get spanked again.

YET MORE PHOTOS!

As always, our lanky guru Justin Lussier provided a few more …colorful shots of the action.

Contemplative Pandora Is Contemplative.

Oh Justin, shine on you crazy zirconium.

-JL

With Molly Crabapple out of town, we here at Dr. Sketchy’s can do whatever we like. Like a tribute to illict substances and 1930s drug culture! And who better to kick the gong around with than our very own Maui Wowie; Melody Sweets!

Aloha oh boy! Melody left us dazed and confused to say the least.

She looks like she’s casts a spell, here.

Your chemically enhanced host, John Leavitt. One set of glasses to see. Another set of glasses to BE. Man.

NOM NOM NOM.

Take *that* Mayor Bloomberg!

Oh if my experiences in college are anything, this will not end well.

One of our …STUNNING prizes! The Modern Gentleman: A Guide to Savvy, Manners, And Vice. Cause if there is one thing we at Dr. Sketchy’s
support, it’s Savvy Vice.

People also won books and t-shirts and …pornographic housewares. I was supposed to gather more stunning prizes, but it got late..all of a
sudden, and I was playing video games and this movie came on and …man, you know? Stuff.

Steve Walker, putting on a good show of not being disgusted by all this.

Two winners down their Birthday Cake shots. The Shots that the bartender Dave kept giving out. Because he’s the devil.

And that’s it! Thanks to Melody Sweets! Syd! Hilary! Steve! And a very special thanks to Dr. Simon, who I forgot to thank at the end of last
session and has never let me forget it. Mea Culpa.

Dr. Sketchy’s is on Hiatus til September, when we’ll do a va va voom tribute to Vegas!

-JL

Happy Birthday Everyone! We had multiple celebrations at Dr. Sketchy’s this week, from birthdays to bachelorette parties. The bodacious birthday babe Akynos precedes over the frivolous festivities.

After the stage-dressing orgy of last week, we needed a return to basics. Girls in hot red outfits with Rockabilly music. It’s like home cooking for your eyes. It helps that Skynos (of Skynos.com dontcha know, is like a cartoon come to life). We also cut back on our crazy lighting effects, cause it’s about a million billion degrees in New York now.

Winners stick their hands into the Birthday Bag of Mystery! Smokebombs and t-shirts ahoy!

This is my favorite shot, right here.

And this is the most distrubing one.

Steve Walker should never put on masks. It makes his inner supervillian all the more apparent.

I don’t know who drew these, but I love thier work. It’s like Goya doing pinups (which he ..kinda did. Nevermind.)

As mentioned, we had many celebrations this week. A lovely lady named Jasmine (not pictured, sadly) was gettin’ hitched, so we proceeded to mock and deride her. Ah, Tradition!

The mocking included puppets.

Art Monkey And Stunning Fashion Plate Hilary Beck was also celebrating a birthday, which at Dr. Sketchy’s means one thing …

Spanking machine! Spanking Machine! Oh it’s fun to be an adult.

And of course, more art!

And of course, people winning more prizes. It wouldn’t be a party without birthday-cake shots!

And that’s it! Thanks to Akynos, Syd, Steve, Hillary, Mike and Dr. Simon. Come back next time when Melody Sweets and a tribute to the Underground 1930s!

Best,

-JL

Do my eyes deceive me? It’s Delirium Tremens as the spirit of absinthe itself, The Green Fairy! Le Tourment Vert was kind enough to sponsor
this, our most drunken session ever, providing art monkeys with 100 proof shots of wonder.

Your thematically colored hosts! If you saw me stagger down Grand St covered in glow-in-the-dark stars, you have Le Tourment Vert to thank.

Strange absinthe delusions courtesy of Ms. Tremens

She’s like a little bit of sugar, that is lit on fire, and then poured into a cup …er, wait this metaphor is going to a weird place. nevermind.

Sly gazes abound!

Our set for this session was a gauzy fairytale created by Dr. Simon and about a thousand watts of green light. Period-ish background
paintings by yours truly.

And Art! Our Flimsy Pretense. All prizes this week where shots or bottles of Le Tourment Vert. There was …much competition.

The word I’m looking for is “Gossamer”.

A winner! With her very own bottle of legal Absinthe to enjoy and empty.

I love how many people drew in green.

You didnt see the knock-down drag out hair pulling match that precede this shot. DOn’t put a absinthe in between two working artists, it never goes well.

Lights are pretty.

And now the bottle is dry and it’s time to put Delirium Tremins back inside (again with the strange and confusing metaphors!). Thanks to Le Tourment Vert, The Lucky Cat, Syd, Eve, Steve, Hilary, Dr. Simon, and everyone came out to get wasted at 3 in the afternoon. You are the true heroes.

BUT WAIT! THere is more. We know Art Monkeys can deny everything but excess, so here are even more THRILLING PHOTOS from our Very Own Justin Lussier: Designated Redhead.

She looks a bit like Snow White, here.

If you belive in Delirium clap your hands!

Le Tourment Vert, beloved by symbolic representations everywhere.

I put an organic cherry in the glass, but everyone thought it was an olive, thus ruining my carefully thought out color scheme. FOOLS!

The incantatory Molly Crabapple with John Leavitt and a dirty drawing of Toulouse Latrec.

The winners! Of, what else, shots.

How the world looks after said shots.

And that’s it once again from Justin Lussier! May a flight of spirits sing thee to thy rest.

Come back next time when we’ll give Akynos a birthday party, the Dr. Sketchy way.

-JL

Beam me up Welshy! We blew our geekwad last week with a tribute to the series that launched a thousand fanboys: Star Trek (Original Flavor).

With us on our 5 year mission was the lovely Fem Appeal as Lt. Nyota Uhura*.

Incoming hotness on channel 4 Captain.

Boots! Hoop earrings! We’re basically cosplayers at this point. Sigh.

Dualla’s got nothing on her. NOTHING.

Lt. Uhura is all business during work hours, but get some Romulian Ale in her and she might just let you beam down.

Our set is doing double duty here. It’s an abstract representation of space and an homage to the kind of pre-pubesant bedroom where Star Trek
would be enjoyed. I can’t watch any classic sci-fi without wood paneling, a bean-bag and a sense of severe social awkwardness.

So that’s why tribbles where so popular!

Nurse Chapel disapproves.

And lo, fan-fiction is born!

During the long break. yes the stars glowed in the dark. yes we had a smoke machine. yes we’re horrible nerds.

After the break, the real surprise was …unleashed.

Regulation Federation pasties! Accept no substitute.

Uhura gets a visit from Tom Servo and Bender Beding Rodriguez.

And we’re done! Thanks to Femme Appeal, The Lucky Cat, Dr. Simon, Justin, Hilary, Mike, Syd, and all crew members everywhere. Come back next week when La Tourmet Vert will sponsor a Green Fairy session! Shots of absinthe will flow like highly intoxicating water!

One to beam up!

But wait! There’s more! Justin Lussier had his own take on the event. Ever wonder why he has such big hair? Hiding the pointy ears.

You expected us not to make a Plato’s Stepchildren’s reference? You expected wrong.

O! Captain my captain!

Deranged science fiction art and the people who love it!

Your luminous host Molly Crabapple and crowd.

What did Kirk ever see in green girls anyway?

Thanks again Justin!

-JL