Saturday night I was on the #8 bus (Halsted) for a long long time trying to get across town. Once we went past Greektown I had a moment of bemusement as I mentally took in the scene of personal security. Several people were immersed in their phones causally placed loosely at their knees and another person was counting the money in his wallet, taking out the bills and organizing them. A part of me was glad they all felt safe to have their private affects so open, but most of me was incredulous.
Anyway. I nailed this guys hair. It had such planes and angles. He was irresistible in the hair’s plasticity. I am happy that smartphones make the cta riders better models for me when I can manage to draw.