Late last year as I was presents shopping, I stopped by Blick on Bond St and picked up a more portable sketchbook. I've carried it around since then, but never used it until now. Somehow it feels fitting.
Last night a coworker let down her hair and the image stayed with me. These are my attempts at trying to capture that fleeting moment. There is something about a woman's face framed by her hair that seems captivating. i don't understand it, i just enjoy it when it happens perfectly.