One of many vaguely big-eyed cutie-pie paintings by Igor Pantuhoff. The story goes he paid for his lodgings with paintings. I like to think this one was rent for March 1968.

What Allee has to say about this:
I love this one. That pearlized, whiter-than-toilet-paper-white wispy hairdo, as if a poodle had bred with Sandra Dee and Elke Summer, offset with the matching purple bow and eyes, all balanced on a Modigliani neck that only turns into one shoulder is sheer perfection. Those little pouty lips meeting the nose job nose are the perfect complement. If Pantuhoff sold these for his rent he deserved to be living in a penthouse.