Al's favourites: Alila mag

An image from Alila mag... that really suits my eye condition ahaha

So today I went to the eye doctor and apparently I have been living for one week with a piece of plastic sticking to my cornea.


Explained all the pain, purchased the drops, I'm here with a kilo of anesthetic in my eye and since I have to rest a bit from drawing again (the light I use is too strong and I am more concentrated than usual on details... actually I shouldn't even use my computer but since I'll have to work anyway on a stupid powerpoint presentation all the evening I am excused. I guess.) I take the chance to talk to you about one of my favourite sources of inspiration online: Alila magazine.

I am always super excited when young Italian people do something nice and creative and these girls (the very nice photographer Ilaria and her friend stylist Alice) really did it well.

Illustration from the Flower Issue (issue 01)

Usually what I expect from a fashion magazine or fashion Illustration and photography is to dream. I like to view images and colours that inspire me an image, a story, a style. And that's what I love of this magazine, it really is able to do this thing to me, make me dream.
Very often, instead of seeing outfits displayed on models or described on magazines, I need a more abstract dose of style, a feeling, something beautiful, which is more or less the same thing that fashion illustration is to me.

From the Animal Issue (issue 02)

This e-zine has the perfect balance between fashion editorials, illustration and art. Plus, every issue is about a topic (my favourite is the flower issue (the first). The latest one is the tattoos issue) and this makes you feel like you're following a story, a string that pulls all the issue together and that I find very nice.

From the Childhood Issue (issue 03)

Moreover, Alila mag made me discover great people like the illustrator Yoko Furusho and the designers CoseAtre  (here I wrote a litte article about them).

From the Porn Issue (issue 04)

From the Tattoos Issue (issue 05)

I really suggest you to stop by their website, dream a bit, be inspired.

Now I'm getting of the dream cloud instead and I'll go back to my boring presentation, a big hug!


Al

Me and the Shopping...

Dress and scarf Zara. Long Pendant ASOS

Finally here I am, after quite a while.

I'm having problems with an eye (mainly a bad pain) and I couldn't draw and stay at the computer for a long time for days (this also means no make-up and contact lenses = very angry Al).

I still have pain so I'll put aside drawings for a while and I'll try to save my energies for work and a stupid 1 hour-long presentation I have to prepare for friday (I. Hate. It)

But yesterday it was the last day of sales here in Gent and my friend Jolien and I couldn't say no (even half blind) to a last tour of bargain hunting. 

You have to know that here in Belgium sales are amazing: they last exactly one month, and every week-end prices go down. You start from a 30% (and something at 50%) the first week and you end up with 70% almost everywhere. Good thing is that since the sales period is rather short and "organized" many people wait until the last days and this means you can find quite a lot of good stuff at incredible prices in the end.

When I was living in Italy I used to show my mom my shopping as soon as I got home. 

It was an incredible pleasure for me to take out from the bag item after item, show them to her and explain her how I found them and how much I payed them. A colleague and friend of mine, Anouk, told me that it is scientifically proven that when you shop you have a double release of endorphines (the molecules responsbile for the feeling of happiness and satisfaction, released also when you're in love, have sex... or a good pice of chocolate ahah): once when you actually pay the items and once when, at home, you take them out of the bags and packages.

So lately I really miss the second release of endorphines, I suppose. 

You already saw the dress in the first pic, but I would like to show you a few more pieces that I got yesterday and in the past days:

This was a real bargain, believe me.

I got this beautiful Delvaux bag for 20 euros! It was buried under a pile of miscellaneous stuff in a very small vintage shop in Gent where I went just by chance with my friend Liza the last day of 2010. I immediately fell in love with this bag but I don't know why I didn't take it immediately (the strap is slightly consumed but it's almost invisible). The following Saturday I ran to the shop again, sure that my little bag would have been taken by someone else.

The woman saw me arrive, she smiled and took the bag out from under the counter "I knew that you would have come back, I kept it for you!"

When they say I am an open book....

(It's also a very good idea to always be friendly and nice with shop owners and shop assistants, believe me...)

These beautiful flats were abandoned in a corner of Zara.

In spring and summer I wear flats a lot and lately I was starting to search for a nice (and not expensive) pair of black ones.

So I spotted this pair just by chance yesterday, hidden under a table covered with a mountain of T-shirts, I grabbed them and they happened to be my size. The last pair. They are hyper soft and made of a very beautiful leather. I ran to the register to ask how much were they (the price tag was gone). 19.90 euros. Mine!

These two beauties, necklace and shoes, come from Massimo Dutti. 

Necklace was 39,90 and I payed it 11,99. The shoes were 120 euros and I payed them 34,90 (the last pair. I've never been so happy to wear size 40 in all my life).

Oh sorry I stop a moment, I am having a massive endorphine release that is about to make me faint.

Ok... 

So, I coveted that kind of boots for months and I bought them now just because it was the perfect colour, the perfect soft leather and the perfect low price. Problem is, that I am totally not able to walk in heels and these wedges are 10 cm tall... I am exercising at home (you should have seen me this morning: glasses on, heels and pijama preparing breakfast... ehm...) but I will talk about this matter soon again: it's a big issue for me and I'll need all your heel-walking secrets.

And here's another recent love:

The Holga 35 mm camera!! 

If you don't know it, it is a LOMO camera: they are basically plastic cameras (and for this reason they are called "toy cameras") and thanks to their plastic lens they produce strange photos with different effects. The Holga gives pictures with black corners and a vintage feel (you can see some examples here)

As soon as I develop the first roll I'll show you some pics, if they come out well.

Click!

Ah, I was almost about to forget! The scarves in the last four pictures come from the Spitalfields market in London: 1 £ each, wohoo! I love them!

Now I am going to rest my eyes a bit before working on my presentation, have a look at this while I am away:

It's a movie of a part of the Light Festival in Gent which took place this week-end (but I didn't take it, my camera was not good enough!). 

It was so amazing that the video, even if it is good quality, isn't really able to show all the beauty and magic of the situation, but still, have a look!

Have a very good Sunday!

Al

All I want for spring is You

With this baby:

It's the Blush Gelée from Givenchy. And I want it. So badly.

It's a limited edition so tomorrow (a.k.a. the 27th of the month a.k.a. salary day a.k.a. yuppi-doo!!) I'm running to Paris XL (hoping that they won't be totally not up-to-date as always) and I'll try to get one of these jewels before they run out of stock. In case they won't have it, I'll run home to desperately search it online.

Anyway, don't worry for my mental health, it's completely normal that I'm going crazy like this just for a blush.

Blushes are my little, compulsive fixation. 

Someone washes their hand 100 times a day, someone has to keep all their shoes aligned by color and oriented in the same direction in the wardrobe, someone compulsively collect feathers from all over the world (I read it a couple of days ago in Glamour UK... Of course I'm talking about that super glamorous crazy horse of Anna Dello Russo). 

I have kind of a sick thing (call it love, passion, fixation) for blushes.

I have them in all the textures, all the possible shades that could fit my skin tone, every format and every brand.

I have a soft spot for intelligent blushes that have an innovative texture and make your cheek look super rosy and healthy like you just had a run in the cold (in fact, one of my all time favorites and make-up essentials is the Benetint stain from Benefit).

How can I possibly not own a gel blush of that colour??

I repeat. GEL. BLUSH. FUCHSIA.

This means that your cheeks will look like a fresh rose in May (no worries for the fuchsia, it will never look like the girl that I painted, it's a gel!)

Oh yes, gotta love this one.


I'll let you know how it is as soon as it will be mine (and I'll become an happy girl again)


Ah, since we're talking about very pink and feminine things, I was listening to "Florence and the Machine" while drawing. It's among the most feminine and sexy music I've ever heard, together with Tori Amos maybe (maybe the fact that they're both red-haired has something to do with it??)


Here it is, I strongly suggest you to listen to it while you're doing your make-up for a date ahahah!




        (How cool is this video???)

Florence and The Machine -Drumming Song


I kiss you all, very impatient for tomorrow... eh eh eh....




Al

Because they can

You'll ask me "But... who can?"

I'll tell you who: the Londoners can.

"Erm sorry, they can, OK, but WHAT?"

And I'll tell you also this.

Londoners can wear a glam fur jacket together with an old, grey gym sweater and a pair of 3 years old GAP jeans and look like goddesses. 

They can rock that Mulberry Bayswater that we all dream of with a pair of broken and consumed sneakers like it's the most normal thing in the world. 

And you, poor commoner, you that have dreamt of the Bayswater for 2 years and a half before you could afford to buy it (and in the meanwhile you've finally learnt the meaning of "saving money"), we know that you would wear it ONLY with a pair of heels and the best clothes you have.

I mean, it's a sign of respect, for Mulberry's God's sake.

No, they just put together a fur, a pair of old jeans, some sneakers that their mother bought for their 14th birthday (read: at least 10 years before) and a Mulberry bag (maybe open, to have that really effortlessly cool look appearance like "Tsk, I don't care". You, poor commoner, you keep your Zara bag well closed because if they steal your wallet with 5 euros for your lunch and your transport monthly ticket inside you're ruined).

I mean... If I dress like this it just looks like my wardrobe exploded in my face at 7 am and I just went out like that. 

Instead they look so Kate Moss-y and Alexa Chung-y (translate: the coolest of the coolest of the cool you could ever imagine)

Ah, and of course, they don't even comb their hair.

"I mean, why should I?? I'm cool already like this!"

Yes we know. And we hate you for that.

Next time I'll go to London I'll discover that they naturally smell of roses and lily without the need to shower, I bet. 

(Like all the models of the world, I know. But they're models, they are excused. These are "normal" girls... I mean... it's just too painful!!)

That will be the day I'll decide to move to London forever.

(I guess you understood that with this I want to say that I don't understand why I didn't move to London at least 5 years ago already. And that I discovered the secret of Alexa Chung and Kate Moss: They're from London! Simple as this...)

Al

PS: The damn Barbican Gallery (yes, him in person) didn't allow me to take pictures inside the "30 years of Japanese fashion" exposition, but if I have time this week I'll try to show you some sketches of the most interesting pieces I saw. It was soooo good!!! In the meanwhile if you want you can have a look at the pics that Susie Bubble took for her blog. 

Why she could and I couldn't???? 

What? Because she's a Londoner you say? Ah yes..... that's true....

London here I come!

Finally! I am spending the week-end in London and I really need it because lately at work is a hell.

I am going to see an amazing show "30 years of Japanese fashion", at the Barbican Art Gallery (it's there until 6th of February so if you have the chance...) and I really can't wait. 

I actually decided to go in November: I discovered the show through twitter, I thought "Oh I so want to go!!" and the same day I received a mail from Eurostar with special offers for January: 79 euros return. I call it destiny, what do you think?

So I convinced my friend Mari (the lovely owner of the green flats in the "Life in technicolor" picture of this post, apparently we are the London duo) to come with me and finally the time has come. I am leaving Saturday morning and I'll be back next Monday, yuhu!

But of course, as always when I leave, there is a big issue. 

The luggage issue. 

Oh yes, you know what I mean.

A week-end in London means that you're basically going to eat in nice restaurants (Korean, wait for me!!), meet friends, visit cool places and night clubs. But you're also walking all day long for savage shopping and sight-seeing (mmmmh.... not sure about this one....). And we're going to leave the B&B in the morning and come back at night. So no change of clothes.

So here's the dilemma: What am I going to bring? Something comfortable but also nice enough to wear for a drink... and the shoes, oh the shoes! I have to walk all day long but I'm not going to wear Converse, NO WAY!

So in the end do you know what's going to happen? I will put a couple of dresses in the luggage and three different buttoned black cardigans to put over (one little in cotton, one long in cotton and one little in wool.... because you know, you never know what's the weather...); I will bring ten different pair of shoes and don't know how many trousers, skirts and shirts because "you never know what the mood will be that day". And let's not talk about make-up. And lotions. The hair-drier and the iron....

I also know that I am going to bring two coats... Oh yes, I know myself, I know what's going to happen.

And you know the worse part? I am traveling with the train so I've got no luggage size and weight limit! I am screwed.

I will leave with my 60 liters backpack and a full big trolley in the end, I know. For two days. Please don't let my mom know...

At least, I still have got 5 days to think where I am going to put all the stuff I'll buy. 

Can always buy a new trolley there, ah-ah!

Gotta go now, I won't have much time tomorrow and friday (and I'll maybe come back to the blog on monday or even tuesday :-( ) so I have to start to think about the luggage list... eh eh eh...

Kiss

Al

PS: and don't look at me like that: I know that EXACTLY the same thing happens to each of you when you go to holiday!

The Cool-wannabe

I am. Oh yes, I am one of those who WOULD so like to be cool. Like, you know, if I was living in Paris or London or New York I would go out all nights in Zac Posen (his Pre-Fall 2011 collection inspired my drawing, I like it a lot... have a look!), sky-high heels drinking champagne and Martini. 

During the day I would wake up at 10, have a cappuccino in my bed caressing my grey cat and checking my e-mails and then out for inspiration (because I would be an artist of course), shopping for expensive groceries and elegant dresses.

It would be oh so Gossip Girl of me.

Instead here I am (and here the sound of the public: "Oooooohhhh..." you know, like the sit-coms, when She says He a bad thing for Valentine's day and He makes a sad face?)

But since I am a girl full of hope I am sure that in 3 years, when I'll leave Belgium, and I'll still be a young girl of almost thirty years old (!), I will be able to live all this glamour in Paris, London or New York. 

Yes, sure! 

In the meanwhile I made a list of things I can do to feel a bit more cool. No Zac Posen or Moët & Chandon involved, but you always start from the very small things, no?

You can take it as a resolution for the New Year if you want, but I know it's not: I never make resolutions, I am totally not strict and I will change my mind hundreds of times before December... Ha! I can make resolution for the new month though! It's a good idea, I should start....

Anyway, here I go. Your role here is to keep me on the good path until they don't become habits, agreed?

1. Try to get a manicure at least once a month (twice is better), and always keep my nails (and toes, from spring) perfectly polished.

Oh yes, that's hard. But I'll do my best, I promise. I think that when your nails are good they can change all your appearance. I like to keep them quite short and wear dark nail polish: Marron Glacé from Mavala (it is actually a dupe of Chanel "Particulière" so uncool, so uncool...), a dark blue-almost-black and deep burgundy were my colors for the winter. Got to find the spring shades ASAP.

2. Try to use my body cream every day.

WTF you don't use body cream every day??? 

No, I know, I apologize.  But I am too lazy!! I got out of the shower and bam, narcolepsy on! 

But I'll try to do my best. Also because lately I noticed that that Kaloderma Q10 cream I bought for 3 euros (thanks to my friend Veronica, the bargain hunter) is making kind of wonders and when I use it my skin is smooth as a peach. I don't want to know what kind of silicons it contains, I'll keep away from the ingredient label as much as I can.

Oh, and did I tell you that Kiehl's just opened in Gent? I've got to have a ride there, have I not?!

3. Try to go to the gym MORE than twice a week.

Which is also: run longer. And don't listen to your spleen.

And got to go back to Pilates. You really feel you have a super-sexy-firm body when you get out of the lesson. 

4. Always perfectly waxed, even if it's -15° C outside and you wouldn't show a centimeter of skin, not even for a 50.000 euros coupon to spend at Miu Miu.   

(I think this is kinda obvious and doesn't need explanation)

5. Buy some really good sexy-but-not-too-much lingerie.

Have you always thought that those who say that good underwear makes you feel more confident are just working for La Perla writing shady columns for Elle?

Nothing more wrong: it's actually true. You really feel good if you wear killer underwear.

I think that Stella McCartney deserves a part of my salary.

6. Wear my red lipstick more often.

And this doesn't need further explanation too, does it?

And now I am lighting some scented Dyptique Baies candles, having a bath with Santa Maria Novella soaps and going to bed, in my white silk sheets.

........ Joking, it's actually Ikea. Both. Candle and sheets. 

What? You didn't have doubts?

Ehhhhh..... You'll see! In three years!

Gotta go! Kiss!

Al 

Burlesque!

Yesterday I went to see a Burlesque show with my friends and Tommy.

Actually it was the final show of a Belgian Burlesque dance school "Schoon Madammen" (look at their Facebook page, there are some nice pics of their lessons), organized as a competition between the girls that were participating.

I was amazed by one thing: the sexiest women of the group were all very curvy girls.

It was really entertaining and beautiful to see these buttery, curvy, sexy bombs moving on the stage almost naked without worrying if they had some kilos extra on their butt or belly. 

I don't know if it's because I am part of the almost-plus-size category, but I was super excited in seeing how sexy and body-conscious you can be even wearing a 48 (Italian) size. 

They were rocking those corsets and silk gloves pretty hard. 

"Nikita" was maybe the most curvy, but I think she was also the sexiest. And in fact she won the contest!

My attempt in drawing the beautiful Nikita. Sorry girl, you're much more beautiful than this.

I think it taught me something.

I always push down my mood when I have those period in which I see myself 30 kilos overweight instead of 6 or 7. I can't even look in the mirror and I feel I have to wear only extra-sized clothes to cover my curves.

Well, I shouldn't. I have got some boobs, a waist line and a round butt. Why should I cover them? From now on it's Nikita mood, I promise.

And yesterday night, going out of the theater, I was quite happy to have a dress and my red lipstick on. Walking chin up I felt quite sexy too.

Speaking of sexy things, one of the girls was dancing on Goldfrapp music (it was a non orthodox burlesque: some girls had a more modern show and also their music was quite recent). I love Alison Goldfrapp, I think she's one of the sexiest women of the world

This was the song in the show (it's not my favorite, though, but super-sexy anyway)

I always listen to Goldfrapp in the gym, it's like constantly thinking "gotta have a nice butt-gotta have a nice butt- gotta have a nice butt- harder-harder-harder-noooooo don't listen to your spleeeeeeennn!!!!"


Gotta go to lunch and I send you a kiss. 
I'll maybe draw some more about this: you should have seen how many interesting people there were, also at the retro-vintage party after the show!! One girl that arrived with her bike was oh so cool, I will try to put her on the paper I think!
(I never have my camera with me when it's more needed, tsk!!)


Al

Pay it Forward

I love city parks. This is in Amsterdam.
My favorites are in London, Munich, Amsterdam and Kyoto. I also love the green spots of Paris and "Villa Borghese" in Rome

        Yesterday I saw that Veronika (go check her blog! It's great!) was involved in a “Pay it Forward” game. It was so nice to read 7 things about her that I let myself go in the comment I wrote to her post (a real flood, and if you’ll read what follows you’ll get what I mean) and I think that’s why in the end she decided to tag me too.

It will be very long, I am sorry, I think I took it as a kind of auto-analysis and I don’t think it’ll be that interesting. But if you decide to stop reading because you’re bored go straight to the end first: you might be in my tags and you’ll “have to” write 7 things about you too ;-)

       So here I go!

       1.  I sleep with a Teddy Bear (well now that I live with Tommy it’s on a side of the bed of course)
It’s the classic brown old teddy bear from Trudy, more or less like this (but mine has no rigid legs, it's all soft, and the red tag is in plastic. It’s also more greyish and consumed, since it’s 26 year old too).  Its name is, very originally, Trudy. An aunt of my mother gave it to me as present when I was born. At the age of 2, I started to sleep with it and it has always been with me ever since. Trudy was one of my first words, after “cocco” (in Italian biscuit is “biscotto” and kids often can’t pronounciate it and say “cocco”. I swear it was the first word I’ve ever said) and “mamma”. 
It comes with me during travels, trips and when I sleep alone I can’t take the right sleeping position without it. It's a fact now that every important person of my life will have to deal with Trudy one day or another.


      2.  I think I am a bit narcoleptic. I can sleep everywhere and almost in every position and situation. For a lot of people, sleeping is a waste of time; for me it is a real pleasure. The only times when I am glad to wake up in the morning are/were: as a kid, the morning of Christmas and every time I have to leave for a travel. 

        If I sleep 3 or 4 hours in the afternoon I can easily go to bed again at 9 or 10 pm and wake up the day after at 12. I can drink many cups of coffee before going to bed without problems to my sleep. Once I was sick, I slept for more than 24 hours in a row. My mother was about to call the hospital. I woke up without a fever, fresh as a rose and hungry as a wolf.


      3.  I have some strange thing with music and colors. I am very sensitive to them. People around me might think that I am a bit strange at first, but when they start to know me than they realize that it’s just one of those silly fixations that almost everybody has.
I live with music, I am always with my iPod. 

        I can’t stand trips without music, I might die of boredom. I walk with music, even if I just have to go out to the supermarket. I work and study with my iPod too, helps me concentrate a lot because it replaces the random noise of the world with the pleasant pattern of my favorite music. I have a very good ear. Problem is that when I listen to a sound that I don’t like, for me it’s an unbearable cacophony. I feel the need to run away, really, I can’t bear it. Usually is the effect of what for me is bad music or sounds that touch strange strings inside me. For example, the voice of Mariah Carey is able to make me cry. I really suffer. Also the songs of Maroon 5. Once I went away from a party and got back when the Maroon 5 song was finished. But it’s not only them, it’s a long list.


        Same thing with colors. I have a very strong attraction to strong colors, especially to red (many of my favorite painters use colors in a strong way and they use a lot of red. Just a few: Munch, Ernst, Klimt and Kandinsky) but I also like a lot when delicate shades are used in a beautiful way like the Impressionists do. I am a sucker for color combinations. I can admire for hours a good color combination, being it the outfit of a girl in the bus or a painting in a museum. It makes me feel good. But when I see something that in my sight is not well combined together then is the same effect of cacophony that I have for music. I can’t look at it. I also have problems with cold colors combinations in abstract paintings (like green, blue and cold purple. I can feel very bad if they are combined in a certain way)


      4.  I get bored with my life very easily. I have to do something that represent a challenge for me in order to feel good and motivated and do my best.
I did language-classical studies in high school. I was extremely good in writing in Italian and in languages, especially English and German. Everybody was convinced that I would have gone to Translation College or to Journalism or Literature University after high school. I was convinced too. But then I knew that I would have got bored, because it would have been too “easy” for me, since I was already talented in these fields. So I chose to study Molecular Biotechnology because I sucked in math and science: it was the greatest challenge of my life so far I think. I really had many chances to fail and in the beginning it was very very hard but at the same time it was amazing because I really had to do my best, it was very difficult for me to keep the pace. In the end, when I knew I was going to graduate with the maximum score, I got bored again. 

        I left my main subject, that I was specializing in during my thesis, and I went to Belgium to pursue a completely different research field. I was so bored with Italy too that I couldn’t stand to live there anymore. Now I am starting to settle here and I feel the boredom coming again. It’s not easy, believe me, it is a torture. Sometimes I think what if I have children? If I have a family I can’t follow this inquietude anymore. It’s sad and painful, I don’t like to be like this. 
Sometimes I think that it is because I never did what I wanted from the beginning: Art high school and fashion studies afterwards to become a designer, so after a while I feel like everything is a “replacement to the real thing”. But I try not to think about it, since I am very passionate about my job and in general about everything I do. Also because otherwise it would be even more sad.


      5.  I love food and I have constant diet problems since I am very little. I am not fat, but “round” and curvy let’s say? A bit overweight. I like to eat, enjoy a dinner and good wine with the people I like. I eat almost anything but I don’t really like sushi, too “fishy” fish, fresh gorgonzola (cooked is OK), lamb meat (I used to love it as a kid) and lately I discovered that I totally hate coriander. I guess there are other (few) things I don’t like but now they don’t come to my mind.


     6. I like to travel alone. I went to Japan alone. I would like to do another trip alone soon. It started as a necessity (Tommy doesn’t fly, he’s scared to death. I am scared too but in a different way and I have anxiolytic pills to fly) now it’s a pleasure. I also like to go out alone, observe from the window the people and the places. I love to go to a café and read a book or a magazine, or observe the people that pass by. I also like to go shopping alone. But I don’t like that much to eat lunch or dinner and sleep alone in an empty house. It’s creepy.
 When I travel it has to be a window seat, even if it’s half an hour bus ride. Looking outside while listening to music is one of the biggest pleasures for me.

     7. When I was little, something like 3 years old, people started to see that I was showing a talent for drawing. I was mainly drawing what I was seeing in animes on TV (Italian TV at that time was FULL of great Japanese anime series). I was also an avid drawer, from the beginning: I was extremely fast and I never used pencil but ink pen or markers instead (I used to love black markers to draw) and I was drawing something like one sheet each 5-10 mins. This led my kindergarten teachers to call my parents (they were worried because the rare times I was playing with the other kids I was immediately bored and went back to draw again) and to give me a weekly sheet-limit. 



        About 8 years ago I suddenly stopped to draw and paint, I felt frustrated because I didn’t have the techniques and background to express what I had in my head. I started again now, and I am very happy about it. I am doing my best to learn better and to exercise in order to improve.

       Here it is... wasn't I talking about boredom? Gosh I am sorry it's really too long! It's just that

       I never speak that much about me and when I do it's like a flood.
 

       I tag Kazuko, Chloé, The Photodiarist (I don’t know your name yet!) and the fabulous

       Zarna. Hope they’ll play the game too ;-)

       Now I am off to buy some colors, I made a drawing but I need ink and new markers, I think

       I'll post it tomorrow!

       A kiss (and thanks for your patience! ahaha)

     

     Al