Art King of Boho Fashion

After Christine Rosamond drove me up a Santa Monica mountain in her new Cadillac, she made me an offer. She told me she owes her success to me, and would teach me her style in gratitude. A hour later I found her projector hidden away in her closet. Christine now asked me to help her feel like an artist because her overnight commercial success did now allow her to develop a artistic identity. I thought she wanted my creative identity and told her I could not give her that. This was the biggest mistake of my life. If Rosamond had shown me the projector, first, told me she cuts out pics of fashion models and projects them onto a canvas, then the light-bulb would have gone off!

“Let’s call up Rena whose portrait I did inspired you to take up art! She will be our model, our muse. We can even…