Scraps

Been playing with ink a little more. Love this stuff. This girl ended up looking like someone I go to school with, but actually, it’s based on a photo of Garance Dore taken by her husband, the Sartorialist. I don’t know a thing about fashion, nor do I particularly care, but I love their photos.

This fella was another one of the photos.

Sketching from magazines. Mostly so I can justify buying magazines when they’re 75% fashion ads.

I took a class at MassArt this summer, which was fun but THANKFULLY it’s over – summer vacation can finally begin for me. Here’s a couple of the pieces I did for it – try and ignore the poor “craft” which my teacher could only notice. Apparently I was sick the day in kindergarten when everyone learned to cut straight lines.

Drew this pepper. Then drew it again and again and again, using weirdo materials. That’s bubblegum down there.

As is appropriate for July, school is finally over. I had a long, strenuous trek through “Campaign Planning” a class that is meant to be the culmination of everything I’ve learned in college. Instead, we got to experience the growing horror of a professor that realizes that we know close to nothing useful. But shhhh let’s never speak of it again. It’s gone.

As evidence for the fact that God totally digs me, while I had class all through June, the weather made sure that NO ONE COULD HAVE FUN. It rained all month. It was record-breaking. Everything sucked. I had to wear a jacket in the summer, couldn’t ride my new bike anywhere, and my shoes were constantly soggy. Customers came into Starbucks and threatened to end their lives. It was rough times.

But I went swimming once, by GOD, and it was amazing. For emphasis, this is where it was:

So, EFF YOU RAIN. I won this battle…we’ll see who wins the war. Fingers crossed for 30 more days of sun.

This is where I’ve been. Summer school is the absolute WORST.

My only dream in life right now is to own a French Bulldog. I don’t know when, and I don’t know how, but I know that much.
God willing, he will have an underbite and snuffly breathing, and be way uglier than these. Somehow.

Urban Outfitters sells weird clothes.

Love the dapper British men.