I thought about what if it's not pants and all. Short looks weird in a suit so I went for a pencil skirt instead. Doesn't look good to me ngl
Then I thought about it. What if I ditched the suit and thought of a flashy dress? She is the main host, after all. The dress is inspired by one of the gowns Jane Russell wore. Gave her an oversized fur coat because I think that she'd do that to stand out more if a blinding sparkly dress isn't enough.
France draft design:
I have 3 different design for France.
Right to left:
> That was my first initial thought of a design for her. Though it looks very much similar to the male counterpart except for the bottom half of the wardrobe. I thought it was beautiful.
> 2nd one was where I wasn't thinking much. I just went, yeah, dress and a fur boa.
> 3rd one yeah I like this one. I came across a picture in punters and thought it looked amazing. After making this design based on that pic. I realized it's just a lingerie covered in a fancy looking robe LMAO. I am actually conflicted on whether it was 1st or 3rd. I might go back to back between the two when drawing.
Russia:
Listen. I have no idea what Russia is supposed to be. Out of everyone who looked all fancy and ready to gamble their life away or is part of a mafia gang, Russia is just in a winter fit. I just gave her the same winter fit instead.
when I see something dated 2019 I think “oh that’s not too long ago” and then I remember that 2019 was not only five years ago but those five years have somehow contained several lifetimes
Out of curiosity and also guilt over my own coffee intake. I wanna ask:
Now I'm not talking about when you're studying and so you drink 3x the usual amount or something like that. This isn't me asking what your record is. I'm talking about the most basic, average day, how many coffees you drink?
I can’t ever leave tumblr because I just love the tag function.. no other social media platform allows you to heckle yourself on your own post. you get to preemptively make metatextual commentary abt your OWN POST. how cool is that
As I gaze at the structural column in Copley Station, cracked nearly in two and held together with zip ties that have been carefully painted over to match the column underneath, I feel my soul intertwined with that of a small Italian boy of days gone by, who also stopped to look up at a large, groaning, newly painted tank full of molasses