This drawing did come from real life though. It was inspired by a dinner at Moto on Broadway and Division-the last place you would expect to find a bluesy french getaway from the putrid Bushwick streets. Sorry guys, not a huge fan of Bushwick here. You've got a west coast soul and that doesn't mix well with industrial concrete and skies blocked by train tracks, but step into Moto and the sound of those trains become early steam engine trains. And maybe over the course of your dinner your unbelievably fashionable pants will magically turn into a scandalous flapper dress, peacock feathers will sprout from behind your ear (hmmm... come to think, I hope that doesn't happen), and cigarettes will be sexy, odor free, and non-harmful to your health. I can dream, right?