RaphyH's New Dream

Chapter Three: The Journal

Hopefully my lying skills have bought me enough time to actually make a sketch. I found this journal next to a trashcan up top. Not knowing the mystery that was inside I grabbed it and slithered myself back into the sewers so I could properly examine all the wonders this book held. I opened the cover and found a beautiful silk gown with chiffon panels staring back at me. The silk was the clue of the ocean on a stormy day and the chiffon matched perfectly. I ran a finger over the fabric swatches that the original owner had stapled to the page.
I flip to the next page. This outfit was very different from the first. So different that it looks like it could be from a different illustrator. But I know these pages like I know the back of my sai. The initials "RH" Mark every drawing in some way.
The model was dressed in a pair of ripped skinny jeans that were cuffed so that they hit right above the ankle. The top she was wearing didn't quite cover all of her torso. You could she the jewels that adorned her belly button. Her shirt was made from a lacy material that was the same yellow color of cheese that was on the piece of pizza I just finished.
I keep flipping through the book, searching for an empty page. There weren't many left, but I knew there were a few. Finally after about 46 outfits and 92 fabric swatches I start to find the drawings I've made. Whoever "RH" is, they are an amazing drawer and an amazing designer. My first drawing mimics that of the original artists first. It's a similar dress, but since I don't have anything except a pencil, the color us just gray. The great fades as you look down the dress. This was unintentional, but I decided to keep it.
I flip the page looking at my first attempt at drawing an outfit for a woman. My model was modeled after Miss. April O'Neil. April was wearing a loose fitting one piece outfit. I colored it in the darkest I could. This one piece had a deep neckline that reached almost to her belly button and the pants that accompanied it were flared the whole way down. It wasn't much, but it was mine.
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That night my dreams were filled with models waking down a runway wearing "RH" designs. Then a voice announces that the next few outfits are from a new up-and-coming designer named RaphyH.
The model came waking out in my great ombre dress! She looked gorgeous. The fabric was flowing with every step she took. I was mesmerized. I couldn't take my eyes off of her until I caught a glimpse of the black jumpsuit that April was wearing. The fabric clung to her curves but was also able to hang freely on the legs just like I had drawn in RH book. Another model was on her way out when I was awoken by a pounding on the door.