Blimey, I can't wait to get back to the gym. Summer hedonism has taken it's toll on me. It's not so much that I have gained weight (although I probably did, but there is no proof cause I am not measuring anything!), it's more that all that pleasure, all the lovely food, lying on the beach, drinking wine and beer and cherry brandies, and having all kinds of sausages while drunk and having brownies for breakfast and having friends who have no concept of calories and look at me like am a weirdo when I mention oil has a bunch of them.... it just makes you... well rounder. Just all around rounder. Which wouldn't be a problem, I guess, when you start not round. But when you are already kind of round, rounder is a slippery slope. So this is why I literally need the gym. To stop any further rounding!
Am reusing this illustration from something else, but I promise this is necessary for few reasons. One is that I have been working on one illustration for quite a time now. It rarely takes that long for my illustrations but this one might be special.... or it could be absolutely shit. Not sure yet. I don't like when my illustration go into too pretty/ too cutesy territory.
Anyway you'll see.
This is what the summer is for (and we seem to have taken a page from the same book on absolute calorie hedonism). Fashion week has hit my like a ton of bricks and snapped me back to attention. Now, if I can just shed 3 months worth of drinking, in oh, 2.5 weeks?!
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