#maclarens

What she means: Dear Marshall, I know this is a strange way to apologize, but I’m sorry I let Carl name your drink after me. Why didn’t I say something? Gosh, I guess that goes back to my childhood. Did you know that for the first two years of my life, my dad treated me like a cat? Seriously. I wasn’t permitted on the furniture, I had to bathe myself, and I was only allowed to poop in a box. Ironic that this all comes out in a bathroom. A place that for so long I yearned to be. This tiled prison that eluded my saddened grasp was a haven. The unreachable. When I finally did demand a bathroom visit, my dad applauded my moxie. And that’s the only time my father ever said he was proud of me. Maybe that’s why I stole credit for your drink. Maybe that’s why I needed to pour my heart out like this, maybe I wrote this so you’d be in here long enough for a lady to walk in, causing you to freak out and hide in the stall. GOTCHA!! love, Robin (creator of the Robin Scherbatsky)

It’s been a while since I posted anything on here. Sketch dump of Netflix’s Travelers. I’m always a sucker for time travel media.

Legendary, watercolor,ink, 2017

foto in alto. Doppio strato e doppio cashmere: cardigan zippato su sweater, MacLaren’s by C. Biscardi; camicia Carrel; pantaloni con pinces e risvolto, Mastro Filippo; cravatta Diony’s. Foto in basso. Ancora una accoppiata polo piu pull, questa volta in colori contrasto: verde militare per il v-neck su polo rosso fuoco e pants a grosse coste, Modigliani; sciarpa in cashmere, Macpherson’s; berretto Brigatti; guanti Trussardi