More iPad, this time from the National Museum of the American Indian in D.C. Really great museum, and an amazing museum cafe--even if you've only got time for the Aerospace Museum next door, eat at this museum--admission is free, (like all of the D.C. museums). The cafeteria here is divided into 5 (?) serving stations, each featuring cuisine from a corresponding area of the Americas--fer inst, turkey and cranberries and cornbread from the New England area, tortillas and pablano from the southwest,  wild rice, salmon and bison (!) from the northwest/Pacific, etc., etc. These are inexcusably bland descriptions of the fare--we had a julienne'ed squash that was presented like a pasta, a wheat berry salad, a dish of roasted root veggies, spicy Mexican hot chocolate (which I spilled--oof), a buffalo chili on "fry bread."

Really good stuff.

There's a weird moray (morey?) pattern on him, isn't there? Don't know where that's coming from....
Drawn on iPad (with fat finger) in the W&L administration building. I was sent there for not agreeing to vote for Meg Whitman.

What righteous fury burns in the heart of this man?

Did you like the album cover? You can get this on vinyl, or on iTunes! Quality stuff that you and the whole family can enjoy. And I did the cover. Of Peet!

For Peet's wedding. Tanti auguri!

Hey, help the newlyweds by buying his latest solo album, FANGIO. It's great!

Another Roma player, Taddei.

Shares his name with an early Renaissance painter...

...and wears a face like a sex offender's.

But they won.

(just sketched while watching the game...I think it's a pretty good likeness)

My Serie A team has been, and will remain, AS Roma. Currently their lineup looks a little...scabrous (and I haven't even drawn Mexes or Menez, Vukinic or DeRossi).

But they won this weekend. So, hooray.

Hey, let's do a compar-o: my brush pen LeBrun vs. the real thing (and yes, that's brush pen I used--it's just dusty with dryness).

 Hey, in my defense I was seated kinda cock-eyed to the thing...

Got to go to the Getty with Blair last Friday. Visiting her dissertation adviser, a really lovely lady who's written a couple great art history books. Heard the drawing curator give a tour of their latest little print exhibit, Charles LeBrun.

I love the French way of pronouncing "Charles."

Check it!

Makes my brush pens look a little shabby, non?

Oh, shoot: exhibit closed today.

Nevermind.

My hearing is famously poor. Yesterday driving for morning coffee the NPR announcer came on and began reciting the "This program brought to you by..." laundry list. She got to a language education company and I heard:

"And for fluency in a new tongue, try Pimps Learn Language, the software that let's you learn at your own speed--"

I do a "Say what--?!" take. Blair asks, "What's wrong?"

I tell her.

Exasperated (this happens all the time), she corrects me, "They said Pimsler Language--Pimsler Language!!"

"Not, Pimps Learn Language?"

"We really need to have your ears checked...."

(From Broken Star--I'm going to do a better job on him--you won't believe who this actor is)

Kids get so intense in the Apple Store. I needed to show how age-inappropriate it looked for this 12 year-old to be sitting at the 4 year-old table, pounding on the keyboard...His brother felt the same way and captured it on his iPhone.

Returning to BPB's roots.

Drawn on iPad while drinking morning coffee.

In order to post this sort of thing while "about town", I email image from iPad to myself, then download it on laptop, convert it to jpeg in Pho'sho', and upload it...

Piece o' cake.

Sketched in Par-ee, loitering in the Tuileries with a couple cute chicks. I doubt he was even 16, but already hard at work perfecting that veneer of soulful brooding (a great strategy for masking mere adolescent moodiness--but who knows? maybe this was true "soul"?). 

Ladies, did you ever love yourself some bad boy?

From "Broken Star," a movie I want to comment on--but not today. Sketched on the iPad while waiting for Roma-Napoli to start.

I should have stayed in bed.

Drawn while watching "Broken Star" on the Western Channel.

Watching Roma lose to Napoli. Damn.

Breakfast interlocutor.

Young but skeevy.

I declined his offer of early morning banter.

He then approached a middle school kid with the "Bro, wassup?" routine.

Donut enthusiast--or drug dealer?