Me & Gary having fun with color.
My darling nephew makes fun of me for being a batty old lady. There is a clichéd view of certain old broads who start to dress with lots of bright colors and vibrant patterns.
Now, I’m not a particularly extreme example of this. My dress sense over the years has pretty much been “tidy slob”. But as I get long in the tooth, or reach my golden years, or whatever the latest patronizing euphemism for getting old is, I am starting to embrace not giving a crap. This photo is taken with my pal Gary who recently went to the Congo and bought this incredible, bespoke African suit. African menswear is a lot more adventurous than our western options. As a batty old artist, I love it.
From Living & Painting in France. Click here to download the entire magazine.