
Bunny Corcoran wants to know where the hell do you get off calling him Rabbit?!
(I tried to read this book on the flight to school again, but I opened it to shortly before the passage where Camilla hurts her foot and I got dizzy even trying to page through it and had to stop. I am robust.)

This be some 2010 shit right here. During the summer before my second year of uni, we were instructed to read a selection of some of the most maudlin works of fiction I’ve ever had the displeasure of experiencing. The idea was that we would choose one or two of the texts upon which to base our work over the subsequent frenetic semester of short, sharp projects all based around a similar goal of narrative/sequence etc.
I got really into one of the books; “The Secret History” by Donna Tartt, which is about a group of priveleged students in a fictional Vermont university who do A Very Naughty Thing, and have to deal with the psychological consequences. It features one of the most charismatic protagonists/antagonists (IT IS A MYSTERY) I have ever come across. It is very long and full of words and it’s beautiful so you should have a read some time.
Anywho, this illo came about as part of a set of two double-spreads we had to complete. I’m not really feeling this one anymore, but I still really like the other one I did, and the two form kind of a set so I figured… y’know. So, here’s 1 of 2.
Coloured versions exist, but they all suck.

2 of 2. Henry Winter hollaaaa
I like this because I really polished my figurative drawing skills (or faces, specifically) at the time, and was producing character illustrations that actually looked vaguely distinctive, which I would like to get back to, instead of faces that are a bit bland and homogenous and comprised of HARSH LINES EVERYWHERE

If anything, it was Camilla he seemed fondest of, Camilla he bent over attentively when she spoke, Camilla who was most often the recipient of his infrequent smiles.