I wonder how she’s planning on cooking that starfish? I’d choose a Capri snail-type preparation, maybe simmering the thing in garlic, hot chili, chopped fennel, and white wine, possibly adding a few of those sweet little cherry tomatoes, and then finishing it with a scattering of basil. I’d let it come to room temperature and serve, beach side, along with a few taralli and a glass of fiano di Avellino. A lovely meal for a lovely gal in a gorgeous green bathing costume.
Erica De Mane 
Whitley Bay is a seaside town up in the north east of England not far from Newcastle.
I love this!what a nice scene,and swimming costume,as Bernard would say.Can you eat starfish?
Can you eat starfish? I’m actually not sure, but will look into it. I’d imagine the English wouldn’t want to,but Italians, they’d eat anything.
Is that lady a giant? Why is everybody else on the beach so tiny? Jesus, she must be 50 feet tall, at least? Which would make her starfish a giant starfish…probably 6 or 7 feet across. I don’t think the giant starfish variety are edible, actually.
A charming poster with great colour. Makes me want to be there.
Hi Erica! I love reading your blog and I love the Women with Fish series.
This particular image reminds me of John Currin’s work, no?
Sending all best wishes to you.
David
Thanks David. I love it too. It somehow blows off a lot of steam for me. In fact, I’ve been looking for a good lady with blow fish, but haven’t found it YET. But I will.