Sometimes, when I get to illustrate something so perfectly up my alley, I feel I should pinch myself. But I don’t. Because it would hurt. I got to do an illustration of a woman in a giant éclair for the Post this week. Career high. The piece, by Mireille Silcoff, is both hilarious and depressingly accurate.
Sadly, the Toronto section in the National Post has been lopped, meaning my weekly How T.O. comic is no more. I had a great time doing it, and working with my easygoing editor, Maryam Siddiqi. But not much time for sniffling, as we’re collaborating on a new monthly illustrated feature, to be revealed soon!
I found her in the back of my closet. I’d bought her years earlier on Etsy. Like the bedazzled turban I’d purchased at the Brooklyn Flea, I tried her on every six months, building up her hopes, only to shove her back in a drawer. Fanny Pack. This summer, emboldened by my Jesus Year and a general feeling of not giving a shit, I put her on for good. I sleep in her. She’s my marsupial pouch. She holds just enough and no
A few weeks ago I interviewed the amazing Marta Nowinska, founder of Swapsity, for a comic about swapping. We drifted to a discussion of bartering. She told me about the wonderful Shannon Lee Simmons, a financial planner who quit her job and bartered for a year, mostly just to see if it could be done (answer: yes and no. bonus answer: you may die of overconsumption of lasagna). I’d long been looking for a new f