A short comic about missing someone you don’t know anymore but who used to mean a lot to you (and also she’s maybe haunting you, not entirely benevolently, as you drive eighteen hours back up the coast)
Le Monocle Club was a lesbian club in Montmartre in Paris, which was a successful bar in the 1920’s and 1930’s. This painting is inspired by Le Monocle Club, and the photos were taken there, several by the great photographer Brassaï. The club owner, who is the only one who appears by themself (in the fourth photo), also appears as a bartender in some of the subsequent photos. The club was ultimately shut down by the Nazis during the German occupation of Paris, as a reprisal against queer lifestyles. The club was named after the early 20th century lesbian fashion for wearing monnocles, which acted as an advertisement of one’s queer sexuality. You can find this painting as a print in my etsy shop. Just click on the link
I was high off my ass last night and had this dream where I was in this dense ass forest and sitting there was a tall woman. She was so tall I couldnât see her face but she was wearing gold and I was like âuhâŚhi?â And she said âI made you, do you know that?â And I nodded and she was like âI hear your thoughts. Why do you hate my creation? Why do you try to destroy yourself? I made you perfect as you are. Please donât break my heartâ. Then she started crying and it flooded and I woke up with fucking heart palpitations like what does it Meanâ˘ď¸????
inspiration struck and would not let me go until i drew this
