On my way to the National Gallery, I spotted this fellow and his family on the train. I was caught off guard for a sec because it’s not everyday you run into someone in full-on Orthodox Jewish garb. In fact, his whole family was dressed to the 19th-century nines. Either way, it had to have been hot underneath all those clothes as the season was still clinging to summer. I admired their level of commitment and wondered where they were headed. Pretty positive you can’t drive on Shabbat, if Wikipedia tells me I’m right. I guess that’s why they choose the metro—lesser of two sins? Who knows…they seemed liked a happy, simple lot and I very much appreciated observing them.
Wed, August 13 - 7:23pm at Jaleo in Chinatown
While at dinner with a friend I observed this prim and proper woman sitting at a table adjacent to ours. Decked out in a charcoal grey pants suit straight from 90’s this woman clearly has worked her way up the corporate ladder. I attempted to listen in on this lady’s conversation she was having with a suspected coworker. She is what I like to call a fact spewer, she seemed to have it allllll figured out and then some. The other dude she was with could barely get a word in. I should have leaned over and asked some hard hitting questions I’ve been meaning to get to the bottom of — such as, how do you handcuff a one-armed man? Why are there no ‘B’ batteries? or even if you are bald, what hair color do they put on your driver’s license? I guess somethings are meant to go unanswered.
Friday, June 21 - 5:52pm on the Orange line metro
Observed this lady on my way home from work, and I don’t think her eyes moved from her phone the entire trip. She was holding herself and sweating pretty profusely. It’s as if she was staring at a box of gallon of water on the screen that awaited her arrival…who knows, however I’ll give it to her this train was ungodly hot.
Friday, June 14 - 6:18 PM on the Orange Line Metro
Spotted this little guy on the Yellow line on the way to meet some friends for dinner before the Baths concert at Black Cat. He was literally dressed in the exact outfit as his mother who was hovering over him the entire time, they even had matching sunglasses. He was quite the adorable kid and was soaking up his surroundings. I should have taken a page from this kid’s book, as I was too busy jamming to my music to notice I had forgotten to get off at the Mt. Vernon exit…which was the last stop on my train. I begin to panic as the train came to a complete stop in the tunnel with no signs of movement. I literally contemplated pulling the emergency door open and jumping out and walking back, but thank god after pacing for 10 minutes we moved back in the opposite direction and was able to hop off. Let’s not try that one again.
Wednesday, June 12 - instagram
Today I decided to choose a person from Instagram to be a Face of DC. Want to be drawn? Simply hashtag a photo for me to reference with #facesofdc on Instagram and voilá! You must live in the DC Metro area and be following@thefacesofdc on instagram to qualify. I’m aiming for this to be a weekly thing, so keep hashtagging!
This week’s winner is Wade with a pretty epic photograph … congrats dude, I can smell the bro from here.
Monday, May 06 - 5:42 PM on the Green Line Metro
This lady was posing quite hard on the crowded metro ride…there have been few moments in my life that I can look at someone and say definitively that the person I was looking at was an actual hooker, but I think that this was one of those moments. Homie was on a mission, I’m certain of it. Also not pictured was her clenching a lanyard that read “Please pardon my dubstep”
Tuesday, May 21 - 8:47 AM on the Orange Line Metro
I boarded the metro this morning on the way to work and noticed this lady sketching across from me. It kept bothering me why this lady looked so familiar to me and then I noticed a bicycle tattoo on her leg and immediately knew who it was. This lady was the nude model for my freshman year drawing class at Virginia Tech. I died a little bit on the inside at the irony of the situation as I remember her not being the biggest fan of deodorant or well, shaving for that matter…anyways to be sure it was her I asked her on the way out of the train if she had done some “modeling” in Blacksburg awhile back and, alas, I was correct. She now is a drawing instructor here at the Corcoran College of Art and Design. It’s moments like these that remind you how small the world can be.
Monday, March 25 - 9:22 AM on the Orange Line Metro
It was quite the frigid, snowy morning on the metro today and this lady was clenching a multicolored anchor tote trying her hardest to channel some spring vibes. I’m with her, I’m over this shit snow-rain hybrid (snrain - best understood when pronounced as nasally as possible). Hopefully tomorrow will be warmer.
Friday, March 22 - 5:54 PM on the Orange Line Metro
The metro was terrible today, the car was packed to the brim and this chick decided to pull a monkey vice grip on the only available rain in front of us. Thus leaving me to flail around in my 2 inches of space with nothing to grab ahold of every squeaky stop. Furthermore, when things finally started to clear out a bit and a seat open up, surely she was the first to shove everyone aside to make a go for it. Well, in the process she manages to get her foot crushed by a fellow passenger and was wincing in pain for the next couple of stops. It was pretty gratifying, I don’t think anyone was aware of what was going on but I was tuned in for the show. Ever seen Grape Lady Falls on youtube? Yeah, her pain was similar to that, only with less floor rolling involved. I chuckled to myself and decided she will be my doodle victim today.
Tuesday, March 19 - 6:16 PM on the Orange Line Metro
This dude cracked me up, shortly before capturing this he was reading a book and I happened to look down and notice his pretty awesome Labrador bookmark. You know the ones that have a color palette reminiscent to that of the Foot Loops box and covered in puppy faces. The ones that were sold at the traveling book fairs and warmed the hearts of every 3rd grade kid…yeah one of those. As if this wasn’t humorous enough, after putting away his book he proceeds to pull out a Nokia phone teleported here straight from 1998. Judging by his lack of touch with the current times and his resistance to change, I’d put money on he that he was a politician.
Sunday, March 17 - 3:05 PM at J&G Steakhouse Wine Bar in the basement at the W Hotel
We met this lady on our last St.Patty’s day expedition. She is the bartender in the little known basement bar at the W Hotel and she knew how to whip up a mean cocktail…even with a wounded limb. She told us about how some of the people that even work there don’t know this tucked away gem exists. This would also not be the last time I would meet this lady, as I left my credit card at the bar moments after this was captured. I then had to go back on my lunch break at work the next day to retrieve it….casually aggressive Sunday.
Friday, March 15 - 5:40 PM on the Orange Line Metro
This picture may appear that this lady was sketched out by me looking at her however this is not the case…homegirl every time I looked over was straight mean mugging me. I started to feel uncomfortable, so I decided if she kept looking at me she was going to be my next doodle victim. I was also puzzled why she looked so deflated on a Friday at 5:30…long week I suppose?
Wednesday, March 13 - 6:15 PM at Vinoteca
While waiting on Anna to arrive at happy hour before seeing STRFKR at 9:30 Club, I was at the bar listening to this woman complain to her friend seated next to her. She was stressed because her alcoholic daughter is interested in buying a house with her somewhere in DC….she however didn’t seem so keen on the idea. This lady likes to kick back after work with a few glasses of wine and doesn’t seem to think it will be sending a healthy message to her daughter. I was also astounded how much this lady looked like Gary Busey…the resemblance was eerie.
Tuesday, March 12 - 5:36 PM on the Orange Line Metro
The metro was very crowded today and luckily I was pushed towards this lady. She was maybe 5 feet tall at best and I happened to catch her copping a look at the dude’s blackberry seated in front of us. I then noticed she was wearing a government lanyard around her neck….maybe she’s a spy I thought, or maybe she’s just nosey…but I liked the idea of her being a spy sent to extract information from this mystery congressman better.
Sunday, March 10 - 2:15 AM at Ben’s Chili Bowl
This fellow wanted to take our picture with his Fancy antique Polaroid camera while we waiting in line to order pounds of chili cheese fries to shove down our gullots…because how else would you remember the poor food decisions made the night before? He was claiming to be the only photographer in the area operating under this idea of taking instant photos and selling them…the irony made me chuckle, so I told him I was going to take his picture and draw him.