As too many of you know, I have an unholy obsession with animal fashion (evidenced in my collection of animal-human hybrids). Finding Nagi Noda's hair hats was therefore like being six years old again and realising that no, my parents hadn't thrown away all the Archie comics like they said they had. No, they'd hidden them under my bed and it'd taken me three months to realise they were there. My delighted exclamation upon discovering these precious comics alerted my dear mother, and they were quickly whisked away again.

That's what finding Nagi Noda is like.

 

 

 

 

 

In July, I interviewed and photographed the lovely Leda Petit for an article I was writing for Craccum.

 

 

You can read the article here.

People often say "Rosabel, you are like jeebus and santy claus rolled into one." This is because I often give people treats, like handfuls of grapes. But also, the grapes are squashed and there's juice trickling down my arms. It's like I'm magically turning the grapes into some sort of delicious grape juice. Just like jeebus!

I also made the baby city. Everybody loves the baby city. I do.