Category Archives: Illustrated Scenes from the novel

Illustrated Adventures in Fashionland

To accompany the special week-long Kindle promotion of Silk for the Feed Dogs, I thought I’d post together all my drawings of scenes from the novel. I’ve been asked many times if I’d consider doing a graphic novel version of

Illustrated Adventures in Fashionland

To accompany the special week-long Kindle promotion of Silk for the Feed Dogs, I thought I’d post together all my drawings of scenes from the novel. I’ve been asked many times if I’d consider doing a graphic novel version of

The Must-Have Jacket

The Must-Have Jacket

“Signor Adriani is only comfortable working with people in jackets. If he sees you like this,” she made what looked like a benedictory sign of the cross, “it would be starting off on a very bad foot.”

The Must-Have Jacket

The Must-Have Jacket

“Signor Adriani is only comfortable working with people in jackets. If he sees you like this,” she made what looked like a benedictory sign of the cross, “it would be starting off on a very bad foot.”

Daffodils

Fashionable Daffodils

At regular intervals, like members of a strange ministry, they crept up on me to deliver new teachings from an encyclopedia of eccentric doctrines. “Never wear yellow. Signor Adriani hates it. It’s to be worn by daffodils, not people.”

Daffodils

Fashionable Daffodils

At regular intervals, like members of a strange ministry, they crept up on me to deliver new teachings from an encyclopedia of eccentric doctrines. “Never wear yellow. Signor Adriani hates it. It’s to be worn by daffodils, not people.”

House of Adriani

House of Adriani

“I should have worn my glass slippers.” My voice descended spookily behind me on the grand stone staircase like the rustling train of a gown. High above, cherubs manned each arched support, blank-faced and oblivious to the majesty that was

House of Adriani

House of Adriani

“I should have worn my glass slippers.” My voice descended spookily behind me on the grand stone staircase like the rustling train of a gown. High above, cherubs manned each arched support, blank-faced and oblivious to the majesty that was

Fashion Week

Fashion Week!

As drinks were snatched up, the infantry of topless barmen swooped in and lowered fresh ones. What had been a state-of-the-art raised catwalk that afternoon had become a pulsating dance floor for a jumble of twiggy, writhing bodies, and me.

Fashion Week

Fashion Week!

As drinks were snatched up, the infantry of topless barmen swooped in and lowered fresh ones. What had been a state-of-the-art raised catwalk that afternoon had become a pulsating dance floor for a jumble of twiggy, writhing bodies, and me.

Cocktails at Plastic

Cocktails at Plastic

  Confident headwear could do wonders for a flagging spirit. Dynamic cocktails were the willing accomplices of confident headwear.

Cocktails at Plastic

Cocktails at Plastic

  Confident headwear could do wonders for a flagging spirit. Dynamic cocktails were the willing accomplices of confident headwear.

Atomic Boy

Atomic Boy

  He had the look of a devil and the air of a shipwreck; an atomic Beelzebub of the high seas. His eyes seemed to burn with a fire just behind the pupil. I was magnetized.

Atomic Boy

Atomic Boy

  He had the look of a devil and the air of a shipwreck; an atomic Beelzebub of the high seas. His eyes seemed to burn with a fire just behind the pupil. I was magnetized.