A Manhattan Vintage Affair

  

I illustrated chapters for a friend's website, Olives Very Vintage. Which is why stuffed olives feature in each of these images. Note the savory bridal bouquet and a cheeky reference to an Odilon Redon painting. The vintage clothing fair opens again in Manhattan this week, and I have other friends who are vendors now too. I am so inspired by them and their booty. I'll be hanging out with Amy at Wildfell Hall, and you can see why.

The most thrilling part of this particular job came later, when I met and sold one of this series to Angela Missoni herself. This sole piece, and four others besides. I think I am still over the moon. She was so much fun to chat with, plonking herself down on the ground amongst her collected favourites at the Park Avenue Armory, Pulse NY Art Fair. Her dearly beloved, Bruno Ragazzi, took a photo of us lolling amongst the loot. I wish I had followed through with their invitation to meet to loll about again sometime, somewhere in Italy. Ah perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.. or forse, forse, forse.

Springy

Found: that picture I made to encapsulate springtime last year.

The couple who bought it are the spitting image of these two figures. They visited the New York gallery from London the first weekend of the show. Especially. And I was utterly charmed by them.

There is plenty of that 'wandering eye' on the street, now that spring has so spritely sprung again. With blossoms and blooms and birdsong we are waking, with limbs and bangles and coloured toes in reveal. That blessed sun is back in play and so are all the street foxes.

Playing natural selection.