Birdie.

I created him facing forward with no distracting background, just Birdie against the blue-grey, so he reads well on a hoodie, even from a distance. And what you see is a kid turned into a ball of warmth: a red hat pulled down to the eyebrows, fur earmuffs, the cream knit turtleneck and, underneath, the light blue cable-knit sweater his grandmother made him. Birdie spends his days at the End of the World Station, in Ushuaia, the southernmost city, where the wind comes straight off the ice. Being that bundled up, there, is plain common sense.

Here's the detail you can't see in the portrait: the emperor penguin is one of the animals best equipped to handle cold on the planet. Its plumage is so dense it barely lets any wind through, and inside, it recycles its own heat through a trick of the bloodstream, so it can be at sixty degrees below zero outside and stay at around thirty-eight inside, perfectly calm. It's born already wearing the best hoodie there is. For Birdie, a chick from such a people, bundling up runs in the family. If he's won you over, his whole story is in his biography.