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A NEW PROJECT IS BORN

Following in the grand tradition of The Sombrero Project and its subsequent parts (Dos, Tres and Quatro),and the Hulk Hands Project and The Mullet Project comes The King Project.



The idea: give the glasses to people and let their Inner Elvis come out to play.

There is no grand plan here. (One co-worker asked, "What's this for?'' "Sheer stupidity,'' I replied.)

It's amazing what you can get people to do just by letting them wear a pair of shades.

Susan, the folks down at personnel have a cup they'd like you to fill.



Phil's from Tupelo. He has a ceramic Elvis bust with silver skin and green lipstick on his desk. He knows how to strike a pose worthy of The King.

One question: Whatcha putting in the holster there, big fella?



This one of Nick screams "casino pit boss."

Nick is building quite a body of work.



Duke's upper lip was born to snarl.



I mean, look at that detail.

Duke also is acquiring an impressive portfolio.



Andrea channeled The King for this shot (the bottle was borrowed, for the record.) I've named this pose, "4:30 a.m., Hilton Penthouse, Las Vegas."



This shot was taken against the subject's will.



The profile is even more impressive. Looks like a mug shot.



Again, another inanimate object. Unfortunately, the gnome looks less like Elvis and more like Truman Capote. Maybe it has something to do with the bow tie.

Cropping helps somewhat. But few poses will be as stunning as this one. Truly breathtaking.



If you've ever heard the phrase, "Less is more," you know that it doesn't apply to Allyn.

Still, it's hard to top The DiVito Bandito.



Mitch is a fan of reality programming. Here, he attempts to recreate The Last Defecation of Presley. (The white dot was added for your protection, not his. The size of the dot is arbitrary and does not correspond to any specific part of his anatomy.) Mitch, quite frankly, didn't care whether the unedited version was shown. Such was his level of dedication to the project.

But to me, a man should withhold a little mystery. Especially when it comes to the eternal question of boxers or briefs.

(Photographer's note: You don't want to know the conditions under which this shot was taken.)



Mitch's daring swan dive into the kiddie pool of dignity was breathtaking enough for Rommie to feel that a gantlet had been thrown down. There was a new standard to meet, a new bearing to hew his compass by.

As a result, Rommie made a conscious decision to let his beard grow in so that he could exhibit a King-like set of sideburns/muttonchops/facial skidmarks that were worthy of the shades.



What's interesting to note here is that Rommie did not inform his wife of his plan to plow the follicular field of his face in such a manner. He just did it, "Damn-the-torpedoes-and-quite-possibly-my-marriage"-style.

Oh, and he had a meeting with the vice president of operations that day.

Gotta give him props for the commitment.

Posted by Jeff at February 6, 2004 08:50 AM | TrackBack