So sorry for the rare posts, I promise it will be for only a few more days. At this point I can't wait holidays to be over. here is a 5 min sketch I did, just so I actually post something. Kisses!
Surf for life
I have come to the conclusion that unless I spend at least one summer of my life surfing, my life will be wasted.
I am not joking. For those of you who think that this is shallow and childish I suggest you go now and come back tomorrow when I am back in some usual “deep” s***. Kisses and see you tomorrow.
For the rest... you are my new best friend and you can come and live with me in Hawaii, or whatever surfing paradise I manage to reach. And yeah, you guessed it right, I have watched Blue Crush yesterday but I have reliable witnesses who can testify this has been my dream since high school.
I do realize that for a lot of people this is not a big stretch, but for me... It could so easily slip away and never happy, staying in it’s perpetual second place. There are always bigger and more important dreams slash projects am working on at any particular moment.
If I don’t do it next year I will probably do it as a therapy after my first divorce. And oh my, what an image that will be (I won’t be no 19 year old Kate Bosworth I can tell you that).
Anywho, this is on my bucket list and it is so getting crossed off. I hope.
Ghost of Christmas past
Seen some family. Stuffed myself with some food (and more). Gave some present then got some. Drank some vodka blueberries.
Got some headache.
Got some headache.
More or less your average Christmas holidays. Nothing to write on your blog about.
And then again that is the best part: even though I got totally into it I managed to avoid buying into the whole commercial shiny picture of Christmas when no dinner is as big, when no family is as happ , no gift is as much as the picture all the ads before Christmas try to present, making you believe that here is a chance for you to be as happy as these people in our catalogue, if only you were smart enough and buy this ................ (insert product) we are selling. If you have a crappy Christmas in which you are still painfully aware of the mediocrity of your life, don't come crying to us. We gave you a chance!
Well, as I said this year I men aged to avoid this and had a great time. Now keep your fingers crossed that I don't hit the great depression iceberg that a failed New Year's eve party can be!
Happy holidays everyone
I actually wanted to make a Christmas e card as a present for all you guys, but turns out I don't know how to upload it (or where) other than like an image as here. Anyways if someone still wants to use it for this purpose go ahead ( I won't even get into the whole copyright subject- if someone even considers stealing a christmas card, they have much bigger problems coming).
Well here you are, enjoy a cute little drawing of a Valentino couture dress.
P.S. I have to tell you am quite proud I found a way to channel my Christmas spirit- this is like the 7th Christmas card today.
Santa's little absent-minded helper
You know when it's Friday or a day before a long weekend and you are at work but in your head you are already gone. So you sit there but don't do nothing because your brain is not in the same time dimension. This is how I basically feel now. Except in this case it's not a long weekend, it's Christmas. I got myself all hyped up and now am pretty much useless for anything else. The drawing above took about 7 minutes in total (sorry!), with exporting and all, that's how much patience and inspiration I have.All I want to do is sit with my family in front of the fire, make cakes and read. I promise once the holiday season is over, my brain will be with you again, but for now am not the sharpest Santa's little helper. Btw, just want to say THANK YOU to all you guys who come here, old and new, despite my obvious lack of ideas last week. I do appreciate that, and promise I will make it up to you with some new and exciting stuff as soon as I regain control of my brain cells.
Easy on the eyes
So here is the thing... I think am becoming "four eyed"... My eyes hurt.
I mean, I know it's no big deal, and that glasses are a great accessory and bla bla, but I really hoped to avoid that little annoyance. Yesterday I actually avoided blog work so I could rest my eyes. But it turns out if am not gonna watch something or read a book, there is nothing much I know to do to relax (at home off course, not in general).Well at least I have done some drawing as this doesn't seem to bother my eyes as much. Watching little letters on a screen, however, does. You should just see me. I ctrl + every single page... it looks like my granny was on the computer. Damn, am cool!Anyways I think am gonna go for a check up after the holidays, and see how bad is it.Maybe am gonna pull it off as gorgeous as the girl above (what, maybe the glasses come with a asymmetric cut dress and a gallery opening invitation? It's possible!).
The gift of yoga keeps on giving
As you'll probably guess, today's illustration is a bit off topic. I prepared it last night for a completely different topic, but have just came back from the best yoga class ever and just have no patience to write about anything "smart" or "thought provoking". Am floating on a cloud of cheerfulness. I tell you there is nothing like a good yoga class... or am guessing whichever exercises form you are into. I got sweaty, I got relaxed. Such well structured sequence and the class was working in such perfect unison I was proud of us. Really. You should just see the grin on my face now.Well anyways, just to let you know am actually getting into the Christmas's spirit and am really looking forward to spending some special time with my family. They tend to be kinda hippie-ish about it, just letting us do what we want, but am thinking this year am just gonna take initiative and organize everything by myself (specially as my parents had a bad year business and financially wise so a bit of holiday cheer will be great). This probably means that, yes, you can expect Christmas themed drawings....
A proper daredevil
First of all let me just tell you I am so glad about yesterday's post response. I love that it got us thinking just a little.Today's post is, in a way, a second part of it. As I started to think about what does confidence means to me I remembered the red lipstick subject.You see, I haven't worn red lipstick in years. Biggest reason is my lips as they are quite small. In my mind red lipstick was for people with perfect skin and lips, or those girls, who dress extremely quirky and you basically don't expect it to look good on them. It's just a color statement for them.Well, when I was in London last September I bought myself a very cool shade of red in Top Shop: Daredevil. And started wearing it right away (though that just might have been influence London has on me). And all of a sudden it was OK... I loved it.My point you might ask? Well I feel there are things for each of us we keep putting of until we are "better", or have even completely given up on, and all due to the lack of confidence. Yes my lips are still small, and I still have imperfect teeth but I wear red lipstick and nothing happened. Whatever I imagined might happen that made me give up on this, might I say, wonderfully feminine pleasure, didn't happen.Who know how many other "red lipsticks" are there, ha?
Confident like a woman
Well first of all, great weekend. Sorry for not posting more during the past week but as you could see there was a lot on my plate. Also, I think that every process needs time, and for me it was all out lately not enough of stuff coming in and brewing in my head. Well two days off and am ready to rock again.Anyways I was reading and looking at pics and talking to friends and am full of ideas, and one thing came to me which I wanted to bring up, as I think a lot of you could have an opinion on this. Confidence. Specially how confident girls are, as this is such a rare and wonderful thing to have. Am not talking about confidence they talk about in magazines, or the one that's just used to cover up holes of ones self doubt. Am talking about the one you get after you go through a few things and you realize you are going to be fine no metter what. The one you have when you realize you are far from perfect, but still you're cool.I find this to be such a tricky subject, as confidence among girls and women is not so well accepted as one would wish. Unfortunately I have no smart advice here, this post is more thinking than concluding. I even had trouble finding a right pose for the illustration as I couldn't decide how exactly confident looks like. No way I was gonna go with a big smile representing how everything is great in life once you get it (as it is very often illustrated) because it isn't and it won't be ( so we can both stop waiting for that to happen to solve our problems)... Some poses were openly masculine and although this would be a good social comment (as this is the kind of confidence usually considered the good one) I was thinking there must be something distinctly feminine and confident I could represent, without being overtly sexual (also a common way for girls to assert themselves) or on the other hand erasing the sexual idea completely (which I think is also wrong).You tell me if I was right.
Something for the weekend
Oh, just a bit of old school glamour for a lovelier weekend.Am actually over at net a porter fantasy shopping for a dress for my new years party. Something sparkly is so gonna go down! Also it is time for generating new ideas, so I need a lot of (sparkly) input.I leave you to enjoy the purple beauty. kisses
If I am out of my mind it's alright with me
Where to wear McQueen?
Oh, McQueen... These are from his 2011 ss Collection. At least I think they are.
You know when they say that you will mostly regret the things you don't do, rarely the ones you do. Well I regret not buying an Alexander McQueen dress in a vintage shop in Islington for £120 from a previous season. I didn't know where would I wear it, as it was a floor length Grecian dress... Isn't that the stupidest idea you've heard in a while!?! Where would I wear Alexander McQueen? Honestly, sometimes I worry myself...
Anyways, I am so tired tonight, having worked all day, and than by the time I got home, cooked dinner (tomato soup with pancetta, if you wonder), done my rounds on Bloglovin, had a chat with my flatmate (it was quality conversation, there was an aha! moment involved, she IS getting the radio alarm clock) and here I am. Off to bed now!
The line joins as much as it separates
This drawing officially goes into that mistake box I was telling you before (you know the one my Nazi mind keeps for all things not up to it's impossible standard), but I have to say I love it. Not only because it has no under drawing in pen and in spite of all the lines gone "wrong". I love it because it is sexy, balanced and so simple it's almost zen.
The title of the post is one of the zen views of the world in which it states that everything that separates at the same time joins and vice versa (depending on the point of view) but at the moment you start looking at something that joins you immediately separate... Because to join something it needs to be separate. And who is to say where something ends and another thing begins.
Some fetishes are cooler than others
I had a realization today as I was drawing these. I have a genuine fetish. More precisely I have a blue high heel shoes fetish. Just give me a pair of any blue shoes and am gone... And I think I know which trauma kick started this.So... one lovely summer day, years ago, me and my than boyfriend are strolling through the mall. Its June. Summer sales are in full swing. We pass a shop and I see them. Love at first sight. Blue kitten heel slingbacks. But as we are in a hurry we just keep going. 3 days later am still thinking about them. By now I already developed a full on fantasy life of our happy union. I saw all the lovely places am gonna wear them to and how happy two of us are gonna be. Finally boyfriend says - For fuck sake, just stop talking about the shoes and go buy them- takes my hand, his American Express and we go to buy them. In the shop I try them on, and oh my, they look quite perfect ( I have a high arch so kitten heels look quite lovely on my feet, not that am bragging) and am ecstatic. But, oh no, one is a little bigger: - Sorry miss, I say to the sales girl, you gave me one a size bigger. Impossible, says she, that's the last pair! You can imagine my horror. I was pondering a while if I could, maybe, walk around with one shoe bigger than the other... But I couldn't.As we're leaving, am quite still unable to believe that our life together would never happen and all of a sudden tears just start rolling down my face. First and last time I cried over a pair of shoes.And now I have a fetish. Life, ha!P.S. These are Givechy warrior boot from a while ago, but perfect beyond belief!
Oh, you joker you...
You know what I love? I love a women with a sense of humour. Someone who doesn't take herself too seriously. In both life and dressing. Humorous personality spills into fashion in attitude, to both choice of clothes and how one wears it. I've noticed that when you see a woman who really has style (as opposite to someone who just has access to a stylist), she will always have a certain looseness in dressing that indicates she doesn't take herself or fashion too seriously.Also, I feel it shows a certain lack of (or at least less) vanity which I always greatly appreciate as it seems vanity is a worryingly growing trend. And a person who has sense of humour will rarely be overly dramatic or turn to self pity in harder times. Sure am aware it (humour) can be used as a defense technique (cough, cough, often used it myself) but then again everyone uses something.So in the praise of the funny girl, I give you this babe today. She is absolutely lovely!
Rolling in the deep
I would just like to state for the record that I am not a huge Adele fan. Women has great talent and wonderful potential, but not a huge fan. At least not until now. Her new album is coming out and they keep playing this song on NME radio (remind me to tell you the story of NME radio one time: there will be sex in it wink wink) and am loving it. She seems to be more mature in her writing and I like the energy of this song (although this is strange as she wrote it when she was furious of someone, so... yeah, whatever). When I finally found it online, there is this very cool video for it: its not really a video, more like a footage of her recording, but its great. Anyways, I took a couple of stills from it and made a couple of quick sketches. The one you are seeing is the only one that actually kinda looks like her... a little, right?Also I have to tell you this reminded me how much I would love to do video and animations. I love that stuff, just never have time to get on it. I swear as soon as I win that ham contest, am quitting my job and doing video.
