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“Life is a cabaret ol’ chum so come to the Cabaret”. So sang Liza Minelli in the movie Caberet, but she could easily be referring to the recent Dr Sketchy’s Anti-Art School in Birmingham (previously) back in March. Titled Berlin, this time around the burlesque life-drawing class took it’s lead from the Weimar Republic-set musical and movie – a movie incidentally that I’ve never seen, although I have read Christopher Isherwood’s semi-autobiographical novel, Goodbye to Berlin upon on which it is based. Read the rest of this entry…
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It’s time to don party hats, as Dr Sketchy’s Birmingham is celebrating it’s 1st birthday! As regular readers of this blog will know by now, Dr Sketchy’s Anti-Art School is a movement that combines burlesque cabaret and life-drawing that started in New York by comic artist Molly Crabapple in 2005. Read the rest of this entry…
I have to admit to have been caught napping putting together this post about the recent Dr Sketchy’s, seeing as it happened over a month ago now. My laziness seems appropriate though, as this (ahem, last) month’s theme was the bedroom-inspired ‘Boudoir‘. Read the rest of this entry…
Well, following on from my thoughts on the last Dr Sketchy’s Anti-Art School about overcrowding, it seems that they were listening, and set a limit on the number of tickets available for May’s class. This made for a more pleasant atmosphere for the theme this time round – Water World. And, as you’d expect, there was an aquatic or maritime feel to the burlesque performances, starting with performance by host the Decandent Gent of The First Lord’s Song from HMS Pinafore by Gilbert and Sullivan getting things off to a roaring start. The Gent was himself then treated to a surprise dance by Mysti Vine (of whom more later) to celebrate his birthday (in front of his mum, nan and gran, no less). Read the rest of this entry…
Third time out, and I was back again at Dr Sketchy’s in Birmingham on the 21st. It’s clearly getting even more popular round these parts, as was demonstrated by the significantly more cramped conditions this time. The stuffy, full-to-capacity upstairs bar at the Victoria didn’t leave me with much elbow room or space for drawing equipment (or indeed my pint glass – that most vital of drawing equipment), not to mention the view – it was almost impossible to get a good vantage point at times, and I was reduced to leaning this way and that craning to get a good view (or not at all, for one pose). Nevertheless, it was a good afternoon’s drawing, and the girls didn’t dissapoint. Read the rest of this entry…
