Today's inspiration is a tad bit naughty... or rather, Nauti-cal. The big boat, a white uniform, and some sweet militia hat hair was calling for one of my figure interpretations.
I've been thinking about the Navy a lot lately. On Thanksgiving this year, my dear sweet grandfather passed away after being sick for a very long time. He had spent a part of his youth in the Navy and after looking over some old photos of him and his buddies on their ship it got me pondering what one of my ladies would wear if she were to join the armed forces...
Pardon the crummy photo quality. This is still in the planning stages... The idea is to put her in front of the boat on the pier. I also realize she's is wearing the wrong kind of cap... but this one is much cuter and suits her fabulous hair a lot better, which I may have taken inspiration from my mother's amazing coiffe. So, thank ya mama. I also envision this painting in steely blues, a few teals and red, red hair.
I even returned to a few of my older design concepts about clothing. I kept my lines cleaner (minus the hair) and tried to use Nautical elements as base elements in the uniforms design... her skirt is suppose to give the allusion of an anchor.
When I think about the Navy I always think about the Cary Grant and Tony Curtis flick Operation Petticoat... man I love that movie. Cary Grant... mmm what a silver fox! And that pink submarine? Ha HA! I thought the use of a phallic symbol in cinema in the 1950's would be condemnable! Boy did I peg that era wrong...
I suppose if I were to join any branch of the military... it probably shouldn't be the navy. I say shouldn't instead of wouldn't because I have an irrational fear of large bodies of water... Its not so much being in a boat or anything, I love boats, so let the record state that: I, Kailee, do not like to swim. I almost hyperventillate when I can't get out of the water fast enough. I also have this rather childish fear of getting eaten by a shark... in a swimming pool no less. As a child, I was fairly positive that my local swimming pool housed a species of chlorinated water sharks at the bottom of the pool. They were housed in jail cells and were unleashed, via remote control, upon unsuspecting children who swam into the deep end. No one had to tell me this, I came up with that golden nugget all on my own. An overactive imagination comes with the job of being an artist I guess. Even as an adult I still harbor an irrational fear of swimming pools...I also can't stick my hand in a fish tank for fear the Goldie's will gnaw my paw off... hey, it could happen.
I suppose if I were to join any branch of the military... it probably shouldn't be the navy. I say shouldn't instead of wouldn't because I have an irrational fear of large bodies of water... Its not so much being in a boat or anything, I love boats, so let the record state that: I, Kailee, do not like to swim. I almost hyperventillate when I can't get out of the water fast enough. I also have this rather childish fear of getting eaten by a shark... in a swimming pool no less. As a child, I was fairly positive that my local swimming pool housed a species of chlorinated water sharks at the bottom of the pool. They were housed in jail cells and were unleashed, via remote control, upon unsuspecting children who swam into the deep end. No one had to tell me this, I came up with that golden nugget all on my own. An overactive imagination comes with the job of being an artist I guess. Even as an adult I still harbor an irrational fear of swimming pools...I also can't stick my hand in a fish tank for fear the Goldie's will gnaw my paw off... hey, it could happen.
No, I would probably be an Air Force girl. I absolutely love to fly and I've always fancied myself a badass fighter pilot... However, I'm not sure that'd work either. I don't think I have the stomach for the loop-de-loops... If I throw up after a few turns on a merry-go-round I'm pretty sure a flip-a-what at Mach 3 would make me up chuck something more than my lunch. Huh... Sounds like a military career is out of the question for this kat...
Cheerio!
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