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once upon a runway

This is an illustration I created for my favorite boutique/second home, Urban Chic to help them celebrate their 4th annual fashion show benefiting the American Visionary Arts Museum.

The show is named “Once Upon a Runway” so they asked me to combine Shoshanna’s fall line with a theme of mythical, fairytale beauty and this is what I came up with.

Good luck to the UC girls at the fashion show next week!

halloween magic

Here is a lady who is part cheetah. As you can imagine, she’s pretty self conscious most of the year. Until halloween rolls around…

Like the cheetah woman, I too was a self conscious child. I didn’t say much. I was too busy judging. I held myself and everyone else to the unobtainable standards of my vivid imagination and therefore was pretty consistently displeased with everyone around me all the time.

Why did no one have a mermaid tail? Why couldn’t we all wear white cowboy boots year round? Why were tights worn on the legs, not on the head? Why couldn’t anyone design a backless gown for a 5 year old?

I actually invented the McKayla Maroney face about 20 years before she even tried it.

I also invented the backless childrens gown. It’s called don’t let you mom zip up your dresses. Instead tie a headband around your waist to keep them on. So Chic.

Had I not had my outlet of drawing, I think I would have combusted from my frustration with the frumpy world. Illustration is one of the ways i learned to cope with my disappointment in people’s sizes/shapes/lack-of-mermaid-tails. Well, illustration and Halloween, that is.

Halloween was the day each year that I could finally hope to shine. (don’t worry, I continued to be disappointed by everyone else. Witch costumes? Come on)

I embraced the fantasy of dressing up with unparalleled vigor. I deliberated for weeks about what “to be” and sketched elaborate costume designs which I then expected would be replicated exactly to my specifications. I even went so far as to have my mother order traditional clogs from Belgium because they were an essential component of my Halloween spent as a “dutch child”…

You know that old saying that goes something like “think of the thing you do when you’re procrastinating. that thing should be your day job” well, if someone had reminded me of my obsession with the magic held in creative costuming, they could have saved me a lot of stress when attempting to find a career path.

Fashion illustration is one big game of dress up & make believe. I’m so glad I get to bring a little bit of the magic of halloween into my grownup career.

Monday glamour

Hello! Here is a little low-backed glamour to start the week. This is a sketch I did for the National Black Arts Festival + Neiman Marcus

October at Layla Grayce

My newest illustration for the Layla Grayce blog, The Backroom! This month I explore the joys of decorating my imaginary daughter’s room. She didn’t love the pink walls but, seeing as she is a figment of my imagination, she had no choice.

Ohh… my imaginary bundle of joy… she’s such a riot.

I hope to someday have an actual daughter. I can’t wait to hear her to finally confirm my suspicions and tell me I’m crazy. I don’t think anyone gets a truly honest assessment of their life until they have a girl.

Anyway… visit the Layla Grayce blog and hear all about my choices for children’s decor!

Ps. Thought you’d like to know that every time I typed the word daughter in this post I spelled it “daugther” and I also spelled suspicions as “suspiciouns”… am I alone in thinking I may have improved upon both words??

Happy Weekend!

The Love Seat

Here is a lady reclining against a love seat and looking sad. She didn’t make the 2013 calendar but today she made the blog.

Let me tell you a story about how love seats infuriate me…

New York is not an easy place to live, I mean, yes they warned me about all sorts of new york specific things from cockroach infestations to $28 cocktails but no one told me that living here also meant sacrificing the right to comfortably recline in the comfort of my home.

I have the smallest couch ever and it is all because of NYC’s extreme rent prices driving me to live in a miniature house for elves that does not allow the ownership of adult human sized furniture.

So… about my couch.

For starters, it’s not a couch. It’s a love seat and it IS. NOT. LOVING. It arrived from Ikea in a box, and has been contaminating my happiness for going on 14 months.

You see, my elvin apartment building has a 24” wide entry hall. So the only way to bring a couch in was to find one that could arrive in a box. And turns out, couches don’t come in boxes. BUT… Ikea love seats do.

Sitting on this thing is a real tight rope act. You literally cannot relax on this couch. In fact, if anything, it subliminally infuses you with more stress just by being near it. It is not unlike sitting in an airline seat every night when you get home to watch TV. Not natural.

The smallness is not immediately apparent, but as soon as you attempt to settle in you realize you are perilously teetering on the edge of falling off and that there is nothing to settle into…. And then another person comes and tries to sit on it with you. Thats when things really go from bad to worse.

I don’t care how much you love that other person, this couch will make you begin to question their need to sit down.* The love seat has worked it’s evil. The fellow sitter is everywhere you want to be.

  • Sometimes it’s fun. Fun in that way a situation becomes fun when it has hit rock bottom and you just have to laugh to keep from crying. In the fleeting moments of thinking our loveseat woes were quirky and endearing I considered starting a blog documenting the various shapes we’ve created while trying to share the loveseat. Some of them are borderline circ du soleil in their intricacy.

And not only is it pointedly uncomfortable to sit on but it has become a source of crippling embarrassment.

Whenever someone says “wow, you must love living in New York, it’s so exciting” I smile and say thank you. What I’m thinking is “my couch came out of a box and it’s trying to kill me” and then I start thinking “do they know? they must know. That’s why they said that!! So superior. i bet they have 3 COUCHES”

Anyway… my point is…  if you hadn’t guessed:

Love seats are impractical, couches are for winners.

Keep commissioning me and buying my stuff so that someday I can move into a house with a couch, NOT a love seat. (you can start by buying a print of this sketch!)

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