When an artist hears both the dark moans of gothic horror and the bubbly laughter of pinup portraiture, a choice must be made. Almost always, only one siren song is heeded, but Aly Fell has chosen to satisfy both desires. It was obviously a wise decision.

Whether keeping company with zombies, performing ancient rites, or simply seducing gumshoes, Mr. Fell’s decidedly English heroines always manage to maintain their allure. Surely no period of time could not be improved upon by one of his luscious ladies.

If Aly is truly torn between two worlds, his art certainly does not suffer for it. He renders giggly glam gals and dark demonic divas with equal skill, and even delights and shocks simultaneously as he blends both forms into works of genre-hopping genius.