Tag Archives: fashion

Historical imaging

5 May

Developing ideas, characters and images for a graphic project, I’ve started doing some sketches that are partly from old photographs, partly from my imagination. I’m excited to spend more time with character’s clothing, since I usually just draw t-shirts and button downs and the occasional vest. In this piece, I kind of decided not to use color after I had already started, but I think it looks alright anyway, like overpainting (though if it were overpainted the cheeks and lips and probably hair would also have been done–next time!).


Back to writing final papers for a while,


22 May

My bud Jessie Dress and I spend a lot of time perusing fashion on the Internet and we were both intrigued by the whole detached collar trend. I experimented and made this for her out of a shirt in my giveaway pile and some plastic sew-on gems from the craft store:

Basically I just cut the collar off the shirt and went at it. It’s really easy and fairly rewarding. I think Rookie has a more comprehensive how-to, and probably a more cohesive vision. But if there’s one thing I know about Jessie Dress it’s giant gems.

Speaking of which, we started an actual fashion blog. Oh dang.

Gossip Girl.

how can one get work done

23 Apr

when one is blessed by the presence of such a visitor?

Girl Gangs and Watercolors

24 Jan

I posted the pencil sketch of this before, here is a (possibly) finished version. It will be a postcard for Stranger Danger Distro once I figure out the formatting! This is the piece that’s based off the Wimmen’s Comic #7 cover.

❤ jb

Why I am Looking Fly

13 Jul

dedicated to Julia of A l’allure garconniere

This comic is an only-slightly dramatized version of how my mother and her talented fashion-forward friends give me a makeover approximately once every two years, to varying degrees; the most recent to mark a new period of job hunting this summer. There is a lot to be said about the feminist and capitalist implications of “upkeep” (and tying professional acceptance or acceptable personhood to constant consumption) and the class privilege associated with “looking employable” which I will get into another time. In my mama’s estimation, this also means a commitment to appropriate femininity which becomes a sort of game of concessions, compromises, and dinner table nagging (Mom, I haven’t shaved in like 8 years it’s time to drop it).

the before shot bow chicka wow wow

On a practical or personal level, I am very excited to have a haircut for the first time in over a year (and feel neutral about having my entire face waxed) and have been engaging in a lack-of-space-driven project of getting rid of any clothes that are: falling apart, don’t fit, originally belonged to my dad in the eighties, started out as part of a Halloween costume, never see the light of day (or night), or were thrifted or swapped for truly inexplicable reasons (cheap! free!).

I am paring down my wardrobe into three categories: things that will last forever and can be worn in many situations, gym bro clothes, and things with sequins and/or overalls. I am also working on repairing or altering clothes and shoes that I love but are busted (rather than getting new ones or letting them languish).

Also, it is an absolute fact that people I don’t see on a regular basis often don’t recognize me when we meet, because I never look the same. For whatever reason, I apparently morph like three times a year.

after! (now i am holding a kitten)

There was a serious moment somewhere between throwing away the patched up, raggedy-ass shirt that I have worn at least once a week (usually way more) for the past three years or so, and dropping off my dry cleaning, in which I made a commitment to getting up five minutes early to put clean clothes on.

In this moment I acknowledged that I have entered a future where I do things like go to the doctor (instead of ignoring injuries), get haircuts (instead of growing my hair out awkwardly between shavings) and cook balanced meals (instead of melting cheese on things).


And this, Julia, is why I am looking fly.

❤ jb


7 Jul

–Sassyfrass Circus is in a pop-up library at Woman Made Gallery in Chicago as part of a show called “Underground” until August 18th. The other folks in the show are fucking great so you should go check it out, Midwestern types.

A review I wrote of American Pietas by Ruby C. Tapia is up on the New Inquiry! I wrote it before the verdict in the Casey Anthony case but I think it’s all still pretty applicable.

–This weekend is Clitfest! I am doing a workshop/discussion on Saturday, July 9th called “Do-It-Yourself Expression: Utilizing Zines and Blogs for the Creation and Distribution of Independent Media”. Hopefully it will not be too ridiculous. It’s from 1:45 – 3:15 at St. Stephen’s Church. Come tell me I’m wrong about things!

–Not only is Curmudgeon alive (and updating on Fridays!) we are also doing a donations drive, so that we can pay for things like hosting. No host, no Curmudgeon, sad face. Click on the “tip jar” to check out our cool thank you presents!

–In case you miss my random senseless fashion blogging:

fartorialist in park slope.

❤ jb

Wardrobe malfunction

14 Apr

Another sketchbook exploration into my fashion ethos. I’ve been watching a lot of Kimora: Life in the Fab Lane, so I think I need to start embroidering my jeans and demanding my salad with all the parts in separate bowls. Also, if anyone else was at IDApalooza last summer and got one of those patches and/or knows the person who was trading them, I really would love to credit them.

❤ jb

p.s. in case you thought the nip was an ice cream cone, click here.