I attended Catholic school for too long to not appreciate a good confession: I am, at best, a mediocre illustrator. I hang my head with shame, but it’s true. I grew up, attending these parochial schools and was encouraged to delve into my artistic curiosities and though I excelled at many an applied art (sculpting, pottery, fibery-business, sandcastle architecture, coloring in the lines in coloring books), my plain drawing was always a simple satisfactory. Though I enjoy pastels and drawing for kicks, when I am on the fashion warpath of collection-creating, there is no real need to labor precious minutes on gorgeous illustrations. I mean, after all, it would redundantly only serve to communicate with myself. Much like singing a popular tune only to find it’s not a Billboard Top 40 when it exits my mouth, my mental designs only come out as truly beautiful via the cloth, not the pen. But! It is a new year, a new challenge and I should like to develop some illustrative talents to benefit my person in the future when I try to land a job or two. Clients surprisingly like lovely images more than my trusted “Trust me” promises. Yet I have known many a great fashion illustrator where the physical construction fails to match their arresting 2D visual offerings. What can I say?!? I am much more intrigued by all of the physicality that comes with design than making impossible fantasy drawings and being crowned the next Erte. However, improve I shall! I must! Yes!
To be sure, I DID NOT EXECUTE THE STUNNING ILLUSTRATIONS YOU SEE BEFORE YOU! I enlisted one of my very very verrrry talented illustrator pals, Mr. Emanuele Sferruzza Moszkowicz, to take a look at my humbly communicative sketches for my upcoming Fall/Winter collection and interpret a few of them into something fascinating. I think he did it. What do you think? xxhk