Italy was wonderful. The cheese was ooozing, wine was flowing, the ocean was glittering, and everyone everywhere was gesticulating. It was just as I hoped it would be. America feels so big and overly clean by comparison.
And the wedding was truly an Italian affair. The bride and two her sisters arrived in a bright blue vespa cart that zipped them up the winding cliffside road to the ceremony site which was perched in a sunlight-dappled olive tree grove with a breathtakingly sweeping view of the Mediterranean (very) far below.
The day after the wedding was just as spectacular, the celebration lived on as the town of Recco launched it’s annual 20 hour long explosion extravaganza culminating in three massive, gorgeously glittering fireworks displays after dark which we watched from atop a cliff overlooking the town in the middle of a severe thunderstorm. It was unforgettable. The wind and rain coming from every direction, the light and the noise of the fireworks blooming around us on our perch high on the mountain, and the newlyweds laughing in the rain, their new rings glinting in the light of the explosions.
Coming back to the hustle and bustle of New York mid-fashion week was a shock to the system after this trip. I still can hear the fireworks and taste the gelato!
This week I will be exploring this beautiful little town with my mom (illustrated above in this wedding invitation design). We will be in Recco, Italy to celebrate the wedding of a wonderful friend, Chiara to her soon-to-be wonderful new husband, Marco.
Recco is an important part of Chiara’s family history. I’ve been hearing about how beautiful it is all my life, as each summer her family return from their annual trip to tell us all about it. I’ve been waiting for decades to see this special place and can’t wait to finally be there and see if my illustration does this amazing view justice.
Life is good, isn’t it? But, you know what might not be so good? My ability to keep up with email correspondence this week. Hang in there everyone, I’ll try to get to all of you as soon as I am back next week!
Crisp fall days are just around the corner and sept calendar girl is ready and waiting to start this fresh new month, happy September!
New York Fashion Week is quickly approaching, and the models are everywhere!
The building my studio is located in suddenly becomes a mothership of fashion castings the week before NYFW and tall, emaciated, mysteriously eastern-european women flock toward it in droves.
Today, as I stalked up 9 flights of stairs, dripping umbrella in one hand, juggling cell phone, wallet and keys in the other, clad in my ever-alluring jcrew flats and humidity-rage infused hair, I came upon an occupation of models on the staircase between the 6th and 7th floors.
If you’ve ever walked up 9 flights of stairs, you know that by the 6th floor, you are both hitting your rhythm and also about to die. This is not the moment for a sudden unexpected halt to plead with a gaggle of amazonian women who are luxuriating in your path to let you climb over them to get to your office.
So while I tried not to faint from the abrupt disruption to my staircase marathon and they tried to untangle their extralong legs from their Celine bags, we somehow negotiated a way for me to climb past them and make it to the 9th floor.
It was awkward and humbling for both me and the ladies. A true NYC moment. I think someone should point out that NYC moments aren’t always magical. Sometimes they’re just particular.
I thought this sketch was sort of model-y. It was a first cut, the first rough drawing I do before painting. Sometimes I like these better than the finished product.
Here’s a bevy of bridesmaid beauties to start this Friday! W&L alumni, you may see some familiar faces here! What do you think, have I been a bridesmaid machine lately or what?