Today was such a beautiful day in Richmond...and in February of all months! I decided to go out and draw at my usual coffee shop, Crossroads. One of my housemates (a fellow illustrator) and I find a seat outside. I look to my left and I see the man drawn above. The hair. They way he had his legs crossed. The strange yet confident posture. The facial structure and deliberate expression. The way he held the cigarette interchangeably between his mouth and his index and middle fingers. From his striped shirt juxtaposed with a nice overcoat to his tapered jeans with some fresh boots, I could tell he had fashion sense. All I could think was that he was a french man...a french man who had been transported to Richmond, Virginia, but didn't seem to care. A "displaced french man."He noticed me sketching him, looked over with cigarette in hand and said with a smile and American accent "I want to see that sketch when you're done." . When I was finally done, me and my housemate got up to go back inside the coffee shop. I walked over to the displaced french man and showed him the sketch. He liked it and I told him I was a local illustrator. He also asked if I had a website and I told him. Today may be the first and last time I ever see the displaced french man, but I realized one thing from this encounter. He is the most interesting person I have ever drawn.
3 comments:
This is great man. Crossroads definitely seems to attract the most unique people to draw. Maybe I'll cya there sometime.
Thanks man! Yea, it definitely does. I'm sure you will. I go there often enough!
Richie, you're a true romantic.
Beautiful sketch, you seem to have really caught his personality.
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