Inking with a brush instead of a dip pen, because “try new and uncomfortable things” is how we do things around here. (see also: karaoke, starting conversations with attractive strangers, and putting pomade in my hair.) Exciting line variation and texture, but tough for the unsteady-handed.
Kit Malls: good at sitting on boats with gin & tonic in hand, bad at applying sunscreen.
Obviously I’ve been too busy to post anything useful lately but I hate this trend so much that I felt the need to actively spend time on how much I hate it. Is this just an NYC thing or is it everywhere? They’re like the color of tongues. All I see when I go down the street is endless pairs of walking tongues.
Super-shaky lines on account of too much caffeine today, but I kinda like it.
Drawings for Unsolicited stuck up on my ‘in-progress’ wall. Each is 6x6 inches, ink with a few splashes of cadmium red here and there.
p.s. if you show up, I’ll be the androgyne in a blazer with Don Draper hair.
Warm-up ink scribbles continue to be better than actual finished pieces. ANNOYING.
From a photo on the Sartorialist.
Warm-up ink scribbling before starting Actual Work.
Get your coat, it is time to solve crimes and be an annoying dick.
Ahh, spring. Another season of surreptitiously cleaning snot out of my septum ring every five goddamn minutes.
Happy Mad Men Day! Holy christ am I excited for this season.
Um, hi. I haven’t crawled off and died, I’ve just spent the past month stupidly busy and don’t have a scanner at the moment. This is my slightly-more-masculine doppelganger, who I spotted on the subway this morning. We shared a moment of mutual distrust.
eta: replaced shitty photo with actual scan.
I’m cleaning out my old portfolios in preparation for moving all of it and myself to the eastern bit of the country this weekend and found this slightly obscene portrait of Eugene Hütz from 2010. Hahahaha. It matches an altogether better-drawn one of Nick Cave.
