Love double image days, they allow me to catch a bit up. This image is from the vault & finally got around to finally coloring it.
A few years ago after a drunken night at a club I was inspired to draw this image. While at said club, I watched as this chick basically molested by this dude to the winding and grinding sounds of classic Reggae. I watched this woman, politely but reluctantly, absorb this guys unwanted advances. Grimacing and pushing his hands away from her body as Caribbean Riddems filled the room. He, thoroughly enjoying himself. Her, not so much. With the slightest hint of a song change she was gone into the darkness of the club and crowd. He quickly moving onto his next “dance partner.”
The night life in New York is hard. A lot harder than it should be for both men and women. Its a perpetual cycle of mistrust and abuse of trust. For every guy who is respectful of the woman’s personal space there’s 3-5 guys like our friend above. BUT, at the same time for every woman who just wants to dance with a nice guy, there are an equal amount of women who will not give a guy the option to show what category he falls in. No matter how far he bows and asks “May I have this dance?” he is the Octopus who grabbed her ass last week. I won’t even get into dynamics of securing a dance partner, as a man, in a NYC party. I’ll save that for another post.
Have you ever been or seen this person? I’d love to hear stories about your adventures in NY nightlife. Things you’ve seen and heard. I’m making a series of NYC nightlife illustrations and would love for your experience to become part of my artistic legacy…
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