June 1, 2012
Day #100
For quite some time I have been fantasizing about the special disturbing wonderment we would bring you on our 100th day of  this project.  I feel a great attachment to the number 100, as I may have mentioned before.  It is often a number of days I set with personal goals, and has always held great appeal in it’s powerful use of one one and two zeros.  I knew months ago that I wanted to collaborate with the fuck off amazing makeup artist Jill Fogel (https://www.facebook.com/jillglitter) because she had told me how she knew how to work with prosthetics and special effects make up.  So when day 97 came and I finally realized that my grand grandma nudie pic party was approaching with a quickness, I wrote and hoped she would be free this afternoon to doll me up.  Are you kidding me?  She was available!  In a state of elated happiness I rode my bike to her makeup studio where she and her partner were busily creating thousands of latex prosthetics.  It was like a mad scientists warehouse full of creepy jars and suffocating smells.  I sat in her chair for a few hours, falling asleep once, eating a delicious sandwich once, and chatting about… well.. boys.  What the hell else would 3 woman stuck in a room together for 5 hours talk about?  Lucky patiently waited at the studio as I kept telling him we were almost done, but Jill was so excited she kept aging me more and more till wisps of white hair danced from my squishy bald cap and sun spots decorated my wrinkling scalp.  I was ecstatic to ride my bike home, and for the first time in the 3 years and 9 months since I moved to downtown LA, not once did I get cat-called.  NOT ONCE!  I win.  I would like to imagine the sight of my granny self darting swiftly through traffic in rush hour as bored drivers looked around the city for something to text their friends about.  I win, again!  Sigh.I am really excited.  Can you tell?  So here you have it, good granny gone bad.  Yeah sister.In all honesty when I was looking through these images it made me sad in a strange the-opposite-of-nostalgic way.  I really felt like I was looking at myself 40 years from now and it tripped me the fuck out.  Way to fuck with my own brain.  I will thank the good lord above if even one of my body parts stays in tact for that many years.  Dear god.. .are you listening? - Sylva
I don’t even know what to say about this one. It was actually quite disturbing to see in person. I might be scarred for life. Happy 100!- Lucky

Day #100

For quite some time I have been fantasizing about the special disturbing wonderment we would bring you on our 100th day of  this project.  I feel a great attachment to the number 100, as I may have mentioned before.  It is often a number of days I set with personal goals, and has always held great appeal in it’s powerful use of one one and two zeros.  I knew months ago that I wanted to collaborate with the fuck off amazing makeup artist Jill Fogel (https://www.facebook.com/jillglitter) because she had told me how she knew how to work with prosthetics and special effects make up.  So when day 97 came and I finally realized that my grand grandma nudie pic party was approaching with a quickness, I wrote and hoped she would be free this afternoon to doll me up.  Are you kidding me?  She was available!  In a state of elated happiness I rode my bike to her makeup studio where she and her partner were busily creating thousands of latex prosthetics.  It was like a mad scientists warehouse full of creepy jars and suffocating smells.  I sat in her chair for a few hours, falling asleep once, eating a delicious sandwich once, and chatting about… well.. boys.  What the hell else would 3 woman stuck in a room together for 5 hours talk about?  Lucky patiently waited at the studio as I kept telling him we were almost done, but Jill was so excited she kept aging me more and more till wisps of white hair danced from my squishy bald cap and sun spots decorated my wrinkling scalp.  I was ecstatic to ride my bike home, and for the first time in the 3 years and 9 months since I moved to downtown LA, not once did I get cat-called.  NOT ONCE!  I win.  I would like to imagine the sight of my granny self darting swiftly through traffic in rush hour as bored drivers looked around the city for something to text their friends about.  I win, again!  

Sigh.

I am really excited.  Can you tell?  So here you have it, good granny gone bad.  Yeah sister.

In all honesty when I was looking through these images it made me sad in a strange the-opposite-of-nostalgic way.  I really felt like I was looking at myself 40 years from now and it tripped me the fuck out.  Way to fuck with my own brain.  I will thank the good lord above if even one of my body parts stays in tact for that many years.  Dear god.. .are you listening? - Sylva

I don’t even know what to say about this one. It was actually quite disturbing to see in person. I might be scarred for life. Happy 100!- Lucky

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