November 24, 2010

• Another morning, another whole lotta nothin' to say.

  
  illustration by Alec Strang, UK

  I probably don't even have time to do this anyway. I guess I just figure if I pick an illustration and just post it, I might coax myself back here during the day.

  I do love these illustrations, though. I decided when I started this blog that since I have my tumblr account for photography, I would only post illustration here. Despite my work and frequent contact with fashion illustration (and illustrators) I know very little about it. In the first three days I must have collected 30 images. The range of styles is amazing, but they almost all have one thing in common - the subjects are exaggeratedly thin. I don't know why that should surprise me (and I guess it doesn't) but a part of me thought illustration would encourage more people to experiment outside of the mainstream. Maybe that's too much to ask. 

  And I especially love the Alec Strang images. They are girls in the shape of a Tim Burton dream, dark and charming with their hyper-extended shins, fawn's ankles and tiny feet. They're beautiful, Gothic insects hiding poisonous stingers.

  I'm getting heavy. Too much stress and (ahem) self medicating leads to late night food, consumed with dishonest and desperate insouciance. Fuck it - I do what I want. In the morning I wake up unhappy. My disappointment is less about the weight than my almost complete inability to get myself in hand. The one thing I've always had to fall back on was my willingness to prove an unprovable point. I worry that I've become complacent or, worse yet, hopeless. If I can reel this in, I know I haven't given up.

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