SO I’m completely loving Musketeers on the BBC at the moment. Much fun, and and and! Those costumes! Absolutely gorgeous. The men in them aren’t bad either, but it says a lot about a show when the first viewing is spent admiring the costumes (“Phwoar! Look at that embossed leather pauldron!”) and you only notice the hot men on repeat viewings (“Phwoar! Santiago Cabrera!”)
Still, they have fun shaped costumes to draw (gotta love those collars) and interesting faces (Tom Burke especially). So this happened:
I’m also reading The Three Musketeers at the moment, which I’m loving and finding a lot funnier than I thought it would be. I read an abridged version when I was an obnoxious little 8 year old inflated with pride that I was able to read the contents of the little bookshelf in the corridor usually reserved for the older age group (I was an insufferable swot) but it was an awfully long time ago. The heading of this post is a quote from the book. The version I bought also has a cover illustrated by Tom Gauld, which makes it about a billion times more fantastic that it already was. Tom Gauld is just a genius.
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Because I’m really getting in to this, here’s a group image. I’m sort of in love with the zombie couple, too wrapped up to notice that their ears are falling off and they’re scattering creepy crawlies in their wake.
We’re having a 1920s Speakeasy party this year, a joint Halloween and birthday party for a flatmate. I’m in the middle of an attempt to make horns like the ones in this drawing right now – fetch the papier mache supplies, Jeeves!
In the meantime I’m overcome with the desire to draw an entire Great Gatsby party of vamps, ghouls and demons…
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This image began as a quick doodle of a GI with an accordion based on the photograph below, and quickly escalated into a full-blown musical interlude. I particularly like the guy drumming on his buddy’s helmeted-head, he looks like such a yokel, with his bullet-hole-pinked helmet.
I love the idea that this soldiers in the photo below found an accordion in the rubble in some bombed-out Normandy town, and hey, don’t LeBeau play accordion, he’s from down Louisiana way ain’t he?
I don’t know that he’s from Louisiana and I don’t know that his name is LeBeau, that’s just my guess at a Cajun name (that’s what Gambit from X-Men is called, right?). But I DO know that’s a diatonic button accordion (or melodeon) because I have one quite similar that I can barely play. Still, I have a huge affection for accordions of all kinds – I’ve actually collected quite a collection of WW2 Soldiers Playing Accordions images, which I might post someday.
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Another WW2 scene, this time from the Siege of Bastogne. Short history lesson: Bastogne is a Belgian town that was completely encircled by the Germans in the Battle of the Bulge of 1944. The US 101st Airborne paratroopers (who were used to being surrounded) along with elements of the 9th and 10th Armoured division held the town until help could reach them. I may be slightly biased because I’m a huge 101st groupie, but all the people involved in this battle were incredibly tough: despite cold weather, little proper winter clothing, food, medical supplies and ammunition, they held fast. These guys were sleeping out in foxholes in the ice and snow, for weeks at a time. The civilian population were also extraordinarily brave – particularly the nurses Renee Lemaire and Augusta Chiwy.
I’m enjoying stretching my drawing muscles by tackling something a little different – I don’t normally draw vehicles or scenes like this. In fact, this and the Spitfire from the other day are probably the first real vehicles that I’ve ever attempted.
I tried really hard to make this ambulance accurate, but typically, I bet I’ve got something wrong (eg. that type of field ambulance was never used in the ETO you fucking idiot!). Please accept preemptive apologies if so.
(Note: The title of this post will make more sense if you read this.)
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Okay, so we all know the flyboys are pretty cool, but what about all the others that get the planes up and at ’em? I have a lot of love for the ground-crew and the mechanics. So much that there may well be a follow up to to this image with some bomber ground-crew. Also I like drawing planes.
I’ve tried to get this as accurate as possible but please don’t throw things at me if you’re a Spitfire fantatic (who isn’t?) and something isn’t quite right (ie. a propellor with four blades wasn’t built until after 1940 you fucking idiot!)
EDIT: Since first posting this yesterday I’ve gone back and updated the image too many times to mention, since a few people pointed out inaccuracies and it bothered me so much – I’m sorry. BACK TO SCHOOLING, JEMIMA.
But that’s it. I can’t do it anymore. It’s locked, finished, it is what it is. I promise to do better next time, honest guv’!
In case you didn’t know, this was the poem broadcast on Radio Londres as a code to French Resistance that D-Day was happening.
One of my favourite pastimes is making up phrases that might have been used as codes on the radio:
Jacques’ cow will NOT GIVE MILK.
Marcel has a VERY FINE MOUSTACHE.
The baker has BURNT THE BAGUETTES.
It works for almost anything as long as you shout out the last three words slowly. See? A fun game for long car journeys, or perhaps when speaking to someone really boring.