Rob
Hoffman:
Rob is a freelance commercial artist (or so he’d
describe himself when trying to boost his image around people he’d be trying
to impress). He actually earns most of his living pandering to the
lowest common denominator by churning out work for porn mags and addle-pated
kiddie mags, like Daft. He’d much prefer working on his own art and
writing, but economic reality forces the hand and makes it do what necessity
dictates (which is usually what is most easily obtainable). He is
fiercely devoted to Sylvia, the love of his life, but like most … all men
his mind strays where his corporeal self does not. He is cynical,
but not jaded, snobbish, but not above enjoying the lower things in life,
such as exploitation films, trashy books and other gutter pursuits.
Though a pornographer by trade, he is strangely squeamish about public
displays of such things.
Sylvia Fanucci:
Sylvia is the manager of a hair salon in Bay Ridge,
but this is only what she does to pay the bills (and stall for time while
she ponders what she really wants to do). Sylvia wants to write novels,
poetry, play music, sing, paint, and a half dozen other loftier endeavors,
but she can’t figure out which one. Yet. So she manages the
salon. And waits. She is a complex, emotional, passionate woman.
Whattaya want, she’s Italian.
