The Sudden Recollection
The regular Hotsy Totsy Burlesque hosts are Cherry Pitz and Handsome Brad, gathering every month for their benefit shows in the basement of Home For Wayward Girls and Fallen Women - "We've fallen, we can't get up, and we like it that way" - who need the money to keep the place open and to stay stocked with G-strings and glitter. Inevitably, antics ensue.
A thorough appreciation of the Hotsy tribute shows really requires a certain gleeful embrace of the hokey. The shows are fantastic fun, and squeezing the various acts into each month's theme is a challenge. Once that's done, it's up to the hosts and writers to find some sort of vague pretense for the action to follow. The resulting plot is really a "plot," in that stretching the word to sheet this particular bed begs for wink-wink quotation marks.
Here Cherry and Brad are dressed for an October presentation of their Peanuts Halloween Pageant. Brad, appearing as Linus to Cherry's Charlie Brown, makes it through the Great Pumpkin Sincerity speech ("I've always wanted to do that!") when suddenly he freezes, paralyzed by an elusive, horrific memory. That time, that distant time, when he was a child, and he and his friends fought together against a nameless evil - he can almost remember, but something awful happened. Didn't it? Or did it?
Which is how the plunge into Hotsy's first ever Tribute to Stephen King begins.
On a side note, I shoot so often in dark spotlit rooms that I have a processing approach that generally serves me well for this kind of thing. Once in a while I'll work on a photo for an hour or two and end up with an image that is nearly exactly the same as it was at the start, except a bit brighter than it was at first pass. It doesn't happen much, and this is one of those.
The Sudden Recollection
The regular Hotsy Totsy Burlesque hosts are Cherry Pitz and Handsome Brad, gathering every month for their benefit shows in the basement of Home For Wayward Girls and Fallen Women - "We've fallen, we can't get up, and we like it that way" - who need the money to keep the place open and to stay stocked with G-strings and glitter. Inevitably, antics ensue.
A thorough appreciation of the Hotsy tribute shows really requires a certain gleeful embrace of the hokey. The shows are fantastic fun, and squeezing the various acts into each month's theme is a challenge. Once that's done, it's up to the hosts and writers to find some sort of vague pretense for the action to follow. The resulting plot is really a "plot," in that stretching the word to sheet this particular bed begs for wink-wink quotation marks.
Here Cherry and Brad are dressed for an October presentation of their Peanuts Halloween Pageant. Brad, appearing as Linus to Cherry's Charlie Brown, makes it through the Great Pumpkin Sincerity speech ("I've always wanted to do that!") when suddenly he freezes, paralyzed by an elusive, horrific memory. That time, that distant time, when he was a child, and he and his friends fought together against a nameless evil - he can almost remember, but something awful happened. Didn't it? Or did it?
Which is how the plunge into Hotsy's first ever Tribute to Stephen King begins.
On a side note, I shoot so often in dark spotlit rooms that I have a processing approach that generally serves me well for this kind of thing. Once in a while I'll work on a photo for an hour or two and end up with an image that is nearly exactly the same as it was at the start, except a bit brighter than it was at first pass. It doesn't happen much, and this is one of those.