Tanaka looked down at her hands. There was still charcoal under her fingernails.
But she didn't need it anymore.
“I want you to illustrate my entire collection,” he said. “No photographs. Just your drawings. In the lookbook. On the invitations. Everywhere.” fashion illustration tanaka
Tanaka had never touched a fashion sketchbook until she was twenty-six. Tanaka looked down at her hands
“Okay,” she said. Quietly. Like she’d known all along. fashion illustration tanaka