Every now and then my friends Grace, Adrian and Saka would coincide in one place, almost by chance, and start drawing and chatting about anything. Today was one of those days. We had a great time, it feels rewarding to sit down with people who like the same things as you do, and go through each others sketchbooks and comment “this was so hard to finish” or “I changed the colours completely in Photoshop”. We are such drawing nerds that being together makes us feel less weird.
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Birthday walk home