Catwalk sketching

Just wanted to post a quick little sketch from today. It's from one of the couture shows (I think) but due to my lack of organizing my files and transferring images from my Ipad about a month late, I do not know who is the designer.
My apologies....
Other than that, it's all good. I am working a lot (in a good way) and will post a few things I did in the last couple of months that are finally being published in March.

Happy Valentine's day

I am not big on Valentine's day. Romance, for me, is much deeper than heart packaged chocolates. That said, I know people are totally into it so am happy for everyone that is. Hence something like a photo op... I did this illustration for something else a while back and here is a perfect opportunity to post it.
Hope everyone who cares about it has a lovely and loving Valentine's day!

First times

A couple of months back my agent asked if I was available for a job. 

I skim the brief: magazine, good: San Pellegrino bottles, cool: they like my freehand style, great. Sure, am available!

Later that day I meet a friend for a round of pub quiz ( I loooove a pub quiz), tell her I am gonna be busy next week as I have another commission. 

Her:

Which magazine? 

Me:

Not sure actually, let me check.

And there it is. Vogue.

I have done my first Vogue. 

*

* It needs no words.

My chaise

I am between apartments so this was maybe a bad time to restart the blog… 

am just saying there might be a lot of collages this month as my scanner is in storage so no new drawings are gonna make it into a computer. 

At the same time, by coincidence or reaction, I have fallen in love with a Marrimekko fabric chaise.
I saw it in a shop on South Granville 2 months ago and it just stayed in my head. I am fighting an urge to spend almost my whole rent to buy it. It promises happiness to me. How cool would it be that the only two pieces of furniture i own in Canada are a drawing table and this flower print chaise.

That actually feels good to me.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

I am walking down the west 17th the other day after viewing another God awful apartment when I look up and see this…

and for a moment that lasts for eternity everything is fine and beautiful.
Blinding sun and blood red leaves, green trees and the sound of a mower in the background

I feel that, if I just keep looking at it and stay in that split second, it could all be perfect forever.

 

I often find myself yearning