i woke up today with the urgency to do some drawing, specifically of the comic variety. this precedes a post i will upload tomorrow about dressing for yourself.

an illustrator, i am not. a lover of simplistic, handsy comics, i am. this comic, of mischievous little foxes, quite simply captures the idea of beauty as an individual perception; an ode to those who don’t follow the crowd, but dress for themselves, the way that they feel good; a soft reminder to those who do not, that they will be most beautiful if they do.