I have a really nasal voice but somehow, you could tell that by looking at me couldn’t you?
Drawing this guy, I wondered how he was ever going to get off the train. Then it occurred to me: how did he get on in the first place? There’s no way that head could ever fit through those doors. Maybe he read something incredibly mind-expanding after boarding. A true mystery.
Big feet, tiny head, decent book. What more could you want?
Some people manage to make their own space, no matter how dense the crowd.
Got the feeling this lady was an academic, although it’s hard to say exactly why – most people read work-related stuff on the train and that’s probably what she was doing at the time. The multiple bags and satchels caught my eye.
This lady had a lot of presence. She dresses entirely in black, most of the time.
More reading. This time in a black, combat-style jacket. Doubt it would last long in a military scenario somehow but that’s fashion for you. No idea what she was reading. Art of War, maybe?