Category Archives: Illustrated Scenes from the novel
Illustrated Adventures in Fashionland
To accompany the special week-long Kindle promotion of Silk for the Feed Dogs, I thought I’d post together all my drawings of scenes from the novel. I’ve been asked many times if I’d consider doing a graphic novel version of
Illustrated Adventures in Fashionland
To accompany the special week-long Kindle promotion of Silk for the Feed Dogs, I thought I’d post together all my drawings of scenes from the novel. I’ve been asked many times if I’d consider doing a graphic novel version of
The Must-Have Jacket
“Signor Adriani is only comfortable working with people in jackets. If he sees you like this,” she made what looked like a benedictory sign of the cross, “it would be starting off on a very bad foot.”
The Must-Have Jacket
“Signor Adriani is only comfortable working with people in jackets. If he sees you like this,” she made what looked like a benedictory sign of the cross, “it would be starting off on a very bad foot.”
Fashionable Daffodils
At regular intervals, like members of a strange ministry, they crept up on me to deliver new teachings from an encyclopedia of eccentric doctrines. “Never wear yellow. Signor Adriani hates it. It’s to be worn by daffodils, not people.”
Fashionable Daffodils
At regular intervals, like members of a strange ministry, they crept up on me to deliver new teachings from an encyclopedia of eccentric doctrines. “Never wear yellow. Signor Adriani hates it. It’s to be worn by daffodils, not people.”
House of Adriani
“I should have worn my glass slippers.” My voice descended spookily behind me on the grand stone staircase like the rustling train of a gown. High above, cherubs manned each arched support, blank-faced and oblivious to the majesty that was
House of Adriani
“I should have worn my glass slippers.” My voice descended spookily behind me on the grand stone staircase like the rustling train of a gown. High above, cherubs manned each arched support, blank-faced and oblivious to the majesty that was
Fashion Week!
As drinks were snatched up, the infantry of topless barmen swooped in and lowered fresh ones. What had been a state-of-the-art raised catwalk that afternoon had become a pulsating dance floor for a jumble of twiggy, writhing bodies, and me.
Fashion Week!
As drinks were snatched up, the infantry of topless barmen swooped in and lowered fresh ones. What had been a state-of-the-art raised catwalk that afternoon had become a pulsating dance floor for a jumble of twiggy, writhing bodies, and me.
Cocktails at Plastic
Confident headwear could do wonders for a flagging spirit. Dynamic cocktails were the willing accomplices of confident headwear.
Cocktails at Plastic
Confident headwear could do wonders for a flagging spirit. Dynamic cocktails were the willing accomplices of confident headwear.
Atomic Boy
He had the look of a devil and the air of a shipwreck; an atomic Beelzebub of the high seas. His eyes seemed to burn with a fire just behind the pupil. I was magnetized.
Atomic Boy
He had the look of a devil and the air of a shipwreck; an atomic Beelzebub of the high seas. His eyes seemed to burn with a fire just behind the pupil. I was magnetized.
Intermezzo
At such intimate quarters, the only part I could observe of her, without being rude, was her shoes which, to give them their due, held my attention well. They were in the form of ladybugs: red patent leather with
Intermezzo
At such intimate quarters, the only part I could observe of her, without being rude, was her shoes which, to give them their due, held my attention well. They were in the form of ladybugs: red patent leather with
Edward Smoking
“I’ve started acupuncture,” said Edward. “It hurt but it was worth it. I haven’t enjoyed the taste of a single cigarette all day.” “How many have you smoked?” “About twelve. And I’m not craving them either.”
Edward Smoking
“I’ve started acupuncture,” said Edward. “It hurt but it was worth it. I haven’t enjoyed the taste of a single cigarette all day.” “How many have you smoked?” “About twelve. And I’m not craving them either.”
Kat before the King
The King was shouting, working himself into a terrible rage while Eva raced round him, her pin thin legs encased in graphic black and white tights, fanning the Royal Highness with sheaves of architects’ plans, and he, crimson
Kat before the King
The King was shouting, working himself into a terrible rage while Eva raced round him, her pin thin legs encased in graphic black and white tights, fanning the Royal Highness with sheaves of architects’ plans, and he, crimson
Jackie Mallon 