A few years ago a group of artist friends living roughly in the same zip code expressed a common interest in gathering on a semi-regular basis to drink wine and draw each other. Initially I imagined we would be a bit like Virginia Woolf or Edna St Vincent Millay; sitting about in manly pants, smoking elongated cigarettes and talking disparagingly about our beaux. As you can see, we've lost the pants.
1 comment:
Haha, someone was drinking wine, surely?
The pictures look far more romantic than the actual scene, especially the third one.
Christine ©
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