Dangerous Curves

No sketches this time, none worth sharing, anyway. (I did a small thumbnail sketch while taking notes.) It took some time to sort how to get to where I wanted to go with this, and a bit more time to get there. And then a bit more time to clean up the photo, which had seen a bit of wear over the past, I don't know — eighty, ninety years, however long it's been.

(You know, I hadn't really thought about just how old this photo must be before now.)

My idea was that we remember these girls as young and innocent (perhaps a bit naughty, hence the photo), in contrast to their rather miserable fates — so the cover is light and feminine. And yes, it's pink.

I've wanted to find a use for this typeface forever — it's based on a hand-lettered specimen made using a Speedball pen. I used to have a few of these pens, ages ago (I was surprised to discover you can still buy them), and a booklet with several beautiful hand-lettered samples. (I probably still have it, somewhere, packed away in a box.)

Who Said What Now?

I dunno, I don't think I ever used to have to read something twice, or three times (or more) for it to begin to make sense. Maybe that's just the way it works when you get into your 40s.

Saturday Night

I'm watching Friday Night Lights — mostly on the recommendation of David Bianculli (who has such high praise for the series), but also because it's now in repeats on ABC Family, and I don't have to chase it down on the network (and I can start at the beginning). That, and I really like Kyle Chandler.

I haven't decided how much of this I'll be in for, though — mostly because the series is on five nights a week (and I have only so much time, and there's only so much room on the DVR), but also because — and I know, I'm betraying my age here — I find the unsteady handheld camera stuff really, really irritating. There's nothing for my vision to rest on.

Not that I'm actually watching TV — I rarely watch TV these days, even when there's something I want to see (so to speak), it's often on while I'm doing something else.

I am enjoying it, though. (And it's become surprisingly difficult to stop myself saying "I'll tell yuh whut..." every so often.)

Devour

The past two days have been intense, but tremendously satisfying.

I want to push everything else aside, all of the work that needs to be done, all of the phone calls to be made, bills to be paid — I just want to concentrate on learning. I can't, of course. I get this way when I've discovered something new and compelling, a book or film, or a lover — I want time to stand still, and I want that forever to learn everything, all at once. I want to devour.