What I observe is what people wear. Not fashion, not style, just what they choose when they get up in the morning and put on their bodies. As a costume designer and author, your clothing is messaging, whether you know it or not. What are you wearing Peter? Hiking socks? What else?
I love looking at people’s clothes, too. Such personal choices to claim an identity. Here in Colorado we all dress as if we’re about to go for a hike, or as if we’ve just come back from one. Which isn’t a bad idea actually. Catch you later.
Well done—getting your Letter to James Thurber in well before your deadline of 2034. What would be the worst he could do? Use his ghost powers to crumple your letter (quite a feat given it’s electronic) and leave it in a waste bin at The New Yorker—to be discovered by the next EB White. Please assure me another White is coming.
They’re so scary! 😱 But yes, I’m up for the battle. My greatest moment as a French linguist was when I took some shit from a French waiter, and gave it right back to him with an impeccable accent. He accused me of being Canadian!
What I observe is what people wear. Not fashion, not style, just what they choose when they get up in the morning and put on their bodies. As a costume designer and author, your clothing is messaging, whether you know it or not. What are you wearing Peter? Hiking socks? What else?
I love looking at people’s clothes, too. Such personal choices to claim an identity. Here in Colorado we all dress as if we’re about to go for a hike, or as if we’ve just come back from one. Which isn’t a bad idea actually. Catch you later.
Well done—getting your Letter to James Thurber in well before your deadline of 2034. What would be the worst he could do? Use his ghost powers to crumple your letter (quite a feat given it’s electronic) and leave it in a waste bin at The New Yorker—to be discovered by the next EB White. Please assure me another White is coming.
Consider yourself assured!
Beautifully said, Peter! Love what you are doing with your journal entries.
A lifetime of material. I’m going to have to live a very long time to work through it all! No more fried chicken + beer for me.
So sweet 👍
Love your illustrations and memories! "Non!" says the stern French lady. "Oui!" says you!
They’re so scary! 😱 But yes, I’m up for the battle. My greatest moment as a French linguist was when I took some shit from a French waiter, and gave it right back to him with an impeccable accent. He accused me of being Canadian!
Love this sketchy past post. How did you create the blinking eye?