prince of players and paper dolls ~

[lookingland]

i don't understand why no one's made a movie about Edwin Booth. maybe that's a good thing knowing the tendency to turn amazing historical stories into rubbish, but i think America has enough perspective at this point (and enough talent and technology) to do it up right. and what a story! maybe it's just too depressing. i admit i get depressed when i think about him. but so far as pathos goes, his life's got it all: deep dark tragedy, true love, lost love, fame, fortune, dereliction and despair.

anyway, i drew this for a project i am working on that has nothing to do with anything else that i have been working on, but which may actually be an actual submission to actual people. scary, that. we'll see. if i can finish it this weekend, i will share more. there's a july 31st deadline and i am notoriously slow at these things sometimes.

the painting is by j.s. sargent and was done in 1890. for my own picture, i made booth younger and gave him his "Hamlet" hair (and will draw a Hamlet costume to go with this), though the hair is not as long as he occasionally kept it. i am still working on the face, etc., so i may yet lengthen the hair.

ComicCon stuff is finally officially all done (whoohoo!!!).

Dark Knight tomorrow. can't wait!

happy thursday all!

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[lookingland.livejournal.com]

their eyes were prolly their best features. funny how standards of beauty change over the ages. Edwin seemed an upright sort of guy (when he wasn't falling down drunk). he certainly seemed to have inherited the better parts of his mother and lesser crazy of his father.

if you ever have time or interest, check out Kimmel's Mad Booths of Maryland</> ~ theirs is an inneresting story indeed.