This brings back fond memories of being nine years old and not really knowing what went on where under women’s skirts. So the moral of the story is, don’t hire a nine-year old to retouch your sexy portrait.
Thanks to Jeff! Original is here.
I like to think that in the original image she was flipping the bird at the people behind her.
Thanks to Limezor!
–noun, plural -mies. Photoshoppery.
excision of extraneous male[s] in a photograph of a model.
Origin: 1990–95; CHAP+ -ectomy
See also: de-bloke, sausage reduction protocol, ibid.
Found in Grazia magazine, November 3rd. Thanks to Jo!
Lets just get this straight. You, Birds Eye, sell frozen food. You advertise this food with images that you produce. You employ designers and photographers. You have producers and models. You are a real company.
Frankly, most people would expect that creating a picture of a woman in a kitchen holding a plate of food would be within your competence.
Thanks to Current Resident!
There’s nothing that quite says social disintegration like a giant, misshapen and dented head carelessly dumped in the streets of New York. Or, in this case, atop Kurt Russell’s shoulders.
Props to Tyler!
Remember that guy with the airbrush and how you were going to buy that van and he was going to do this really cool artwork all over it and it was going to be really cool with shagpile carpets and lava lamps and this special bubble window and even a TV and so you could watch Cheech and Chong videos?
Turns out he got a job with Victoria’s Secret.
Thanks to Lingo!
As you may know, I get a lot of tips regarding reflections. The current vogue for shiny table reflections is, in a manner of speaking, a literal minefield for designers. So the hard and fast rule is absolutely no lousy reflection posts. No exceptions.
(Except for this monumental trainwreck, an ad in September’s PC Magazine.)