…without knowing who I’m drawing.
I open up the New Yorker, see a photo I liked, and draw it. Then I get around to reading the article the photo went with, and it turns out this is the girl with whom this whole Roman Polanski 30-year-old rape/drugging/fugitive situation started. So I’m feeling a little yucky but… oh well. Incidentally, she now thinks he should be freed. Oh, and the “nothing sensational” was how he described her after their initial meeting. Yup, he sounds like a CLASS ACT. Interesting article, though.
Palatte-cleansing reindeer tomorrow!