1960s Silver, 1970s Brown

Here you are, a drawing that tells you a story. Details I can add to the written notes:

• The San Francisco I was in was vintage 1960s, like daytime Hitchcock,
• The fellow who picked up the lady from Berlin on his motoscoot was also wearing a very sparkly, giant, bulbous silver helmet,
• A fight between me and Monique is hardly a fight at all. We negotiated quite amicably for the el-cheapo Chanel pumps.
• In real life, I stay the heck away from shoes that have a "pin-up" vibe.
  

This was essentially a dream pitting the sixties and the seventies against each other, style-wise. I chose the sixties, determinedly, but I admit that I felt seduced by the wispy women exemplifying the stray, brown, sharper image of the 1970s in the dream.

There was much more to this dream (such as a sub-plot taking place in a log cabin) but I can tell you nothing more. Subject matter not fit for public consumption.