— CiaoCatherine

Butterflies in the Museum of Natural History

Remember how I promised I’d be updating three times a week?  In my head, the most substantial posts would occur on Mondays, but since none of you can see inside my head, should this be of great concern on this, the Monday to End All Mondays?

A delightful diversion that came my way today via Erin Schmieder: Brooklyn-based illustrator Sophie Blackall posts a delightful series of illustrations recreating her interpretations of Craigslist: New York Missed Connections.  The results are dreamy and ephemeral in the best way.  The illustration below is based off of one of those missed connections I resent for trying to hard, but the colors are to die for.

Interesting how a perfectly executed accessory can make or break a “connection.”  Who wouldn’t fall instantly into infatuation with a girl on a bike fashioned to resemble a golden swan, “sailing” up the street?  More importantly, where can I get one?  I would trade in both my bikes if I could appear to be riding a mystical creature to work.

Have you ever posted a missed connection?  I did, once.  I was on the Metro and a brooding lumberjack looking fellow let his pocketknife slip out of his pants and exited the train.  I picked it up and shouted after him but he never turned around.  Never heard anything, and in retrospect, this is for the best.  I think everyone lusts after brooding types for a spell in life, until you realize that constant, glowering moodiness does not mask a simmering sea of depth and intelligence waiting to be tapped.  Rather, it signifies a sustained chemical imbalance.  In how many years will current Twihards come to this same realization?  Team Edward or Vamp or Sparkly or whatever you call it these days is a losing game, tweens.  Save your googly eyes for the funny kid in algebra instead.