Here's an extremely quick sketch based on an old, old Jarvis Cocker photo. I wanted to try something with really light gouache washes in the background, and my Moleskine watercolor sketchbook's pages held up surprisingly well with all that water. The paper buckled while it was still wet, but flattened out perfectly in the end.
Oh, that reminds me. I finally found an MP3 of Pulp's b-side "Sheffield: Sex City" and I desperately want to do a sequential art tribute to the song, much in the same way that Jamie Hewlett (Gorillaz, "Tank Girl") made a comic strip for "Common People". I hope that one day my art can be, like, the visual equivalent of Cocker's writing. Um, I guess just reading Pulp's liner notes and whatnot doesn't really do the music justice, since it's all in the execution. Otherwise, it just looks like sleazy nonsense (I may or may not be describing my own work at this point). And yeah, I'm one of those losers that still lives in the late-80s to mid-90s music scene. I was too young to appreciate it at the time, so my love is justified.
Anyway, this next piece is for The New Yorker's online Eustace Tilley contest, for which artists were invited to provide their own interpretations of the famous fop. The majority of my New York visits are spent in SoHo, so this is Tilley as a SoHo hipster.