HAND JOBS: Tales of a hand model

Don't judge a girl from the wrist down!
Little A in the B…
Little A in the Big Apple

Between the East and West coasts, there’s a vast glamour gap from gig to gig. In the advertising world, New York is known as the …
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Love, With All My…
Love, With All My Parts

I’ve always believed being beautiful would promise love and a life with less heartache.

So I became a model…actually, a hand model. Technically speaking, a “parts” …
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Hand in Marriage…
Hand in Marriage

According to the stats-counter on my website, I’m occasionally searched as “Adele Uddo gay?” Guess the pussycat’s out of the bag. Believe it or not, …
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Living the McDrea…
Living the McDream

It should come as no shock that advertising is a universe of smoke and mirrors. The perfectly polished pictures we see in magazines and commercials …
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Merry Mardi Gras…
Merry Mardi Gras

The last time I was in New Orleans during Mardi Gras, I was six years old parading around as voodoo queen, Marie Laveau. Like most …
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Dark Knight…
Dark Knight

There’s a fine and excruciating line between dreams and nightmares.

When I was 12 years old, I went to New York City for the first time. …
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High Times…
High Times

If asked about God, the 10-year-old inside me would pull a picture of my dad.

Even today, I relate my highest and happiest moments …
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Grandmother's Gar…
Grandmother’s Garden

Recently, I traveled to New Orleans and stayed at my Grandmother’s home, a stately symbol of stability, much like its elegant owner, Adele Uddo (The …
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Cheers!…
Cheers!

As I type away, chestnuts roast in the kitchen (not quite on an open fire, but still). This holiday season I’m filled with an unusual …
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Choid…
Choid

I often feel like something is wrong, as if I’m missing out, or simply missing the point. Like an ever-present prompt, reminding me that the …
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Day of Weird…
Day of Weird

Today I worked on a commercial, but instead of retiring in boredom to my usual cubbyhole next to wardrobe, I was entertained by the wonderfully …
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Nobody Nose the T…
Nobody Nose the Trouble I’ Seen

You may recall my grandfather Honey, was born with a hemangioma birthmark, and thought by his own mother to have been marked by the Devil.

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