This post may seem unrelated to drawing, but trust me, it is.
For the first few years of living here in Portland, I tended to dress more or less like this:
Black, leather, but you know, lots more hair…..sans crazy chain. You get the idea.
It’s dreary and cold here most of the year. I really had (have) no place in my life for fancy shoes; not while at work, and heels and motorbikes are dumb.
My closet is full of t-shirts and jeans, hoodies & boots. Slowly, though, things have been changing.
I’ve been feeling more like this:
Diane Keaton in Annie Hall
Or this
Jennifer of Sally Jane Vintage
Or this
from an issue of Bazaar, 2010
And sometimes, even like THIS
Well, not really, but isn’t he amazing?
So are these gentlemen:
All of the above street shots are from Thesartorialist, an immensely popular blog about street fashion shot by Scott Schuman. There’s a reason why there’s so much hype about the style blog, and that’s because the man behind the camera has an amazing eye for style and detail.
The thing is, in MY mind’s eye, everyone dresses like this: in trousers and ties, vests and hats, ankle boots and tights, all with that wonderful, golden old-timey feel.
sketchbook drawing, 2010
I find that my life tends to bleed into my drawing, and vice versa. So I guess that it’s only natural that I start gravitating towards that look as well.
Yesterday Jake and I went out to a couple of Goodwills way out in the boonies, and I made a killing. I practically bought a whole new wardrobe for $60.
Don’t worry, friends and naysayers, this isn’t some wacky transformation. I’m not going to start rolling around in a hand-cranked car and shouting into a megaphone during small talk. Many of these items – like the hat, boots, and gloves – I’ve already owned for some time now. And oh man, I have SO MANY HATS.
It’s more about the slow blending of life and art. You know how sometimes owners tend to look like their dogs? It’s a similar idea. My closet has been waiting for me to arrive at this moment.
Besides, I’m tired of walking around like a creepy black ghost. Let’s have a little color, shall we?
