I recently made this poster for my boyfriend. Haha, it’s perhaps a strange thing to make for someone, but there is a story behind it… & I like making art for people whenever I have the excuse. I’m a bit iffy with watercolors (that’s what I used… along with a bit of crayon & marker), but I think it turned out well enough.
On a somewhat-related note, I’m starting art lessons soon. I’m not sure whether I’ll be taking classes in painting or drawing yet… I’ve got to decide!… but it’ll be my first chance to be taught anything art-related since sixth grade! Long overdue and much anticipated.
Charles Schulz died when I was seven, at the age of seventy-seven.
I remember hearing about his death on the radio, and I though they were talking about a young boy who was seven, like me. (I didn’t know who Charles Schulz was.)
I was so scared that I was going to die too… being seven, it seemed like I was vulnerable to death too.
Overheard in New York.
*Little boy dancing in circles: Challah for a dollah! Challah for a dollah!
Babysitter: Holla? Like “holla back”?
Little boy, stopping dancing: No, fool! The bread! (resumes singing and dancing)
*Hipster boy, texting: So is it “in-” or “impregnate”?
Hipster girl: I’m pretty sure it’s “impregnate.”
Hipster boy: Impregnate? Like an imp?
Hipster girl: Everyone hearing you thinks you’re fucking retarded.
Hipster boy: Well, at least I’m not an imp.
*Blue collar guy to random guy holding a musical instrument: I wish I had a harpsichord. I’d put on an old fashioned movie and play it in the dark. You wouldn’t even need a drink!
Musical guy: A drink wouldn’t hurt.
Blue collar guy: No, it wouldn’t. (takes a bottle of rum out of his pocket and takes a swig)
*Drunk girl on bike #1: How’s your nose?
Drunk girl on bike #2: How’s your neck?
Drunk girl on bike #1: Hey, all I’m saying is that I’d rather get a hickey from a random boy I don’t know than break my nose by falling off my bike. (falls off her bike) Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.
Girl #2: How’s your fucking nose now, whore?
*Tourist hick teen to others: Everybody’s wearin’ shoes!
Shriya, my very talented photographer friend, took these pictures of me in the woods once upon a time. I think they’re swell.
The end. I wish I took pretty pictures.
For the second post of the alphabet series, we have the letter B. So what can be said about things that start with B…
Ballroom dancing: knowing how to dance legitimately & well is one of the most charming attributes a person can have. (PICTURE, GOOGLE)
Brazilian music: is appropriate for situations such as studying & afternoon naps as well as impromptu dance-fests & cleaning the house. My current favorite is Os Mutantes, but there are so many wonderful examples. Additionally, Portuguese is one of the most beautiful languages. (PICTURE, GOOGLE)
Beaches: are the most desirable locations, especially little private ones with soft sand, long grass, and huge boulders to sit on. Also, when you go to the beach, you must drink coca-cola.
Bathtubs: here is the secret… I hate taking baths – I don’t find it relaxing at all! – but that doesn’t mean I don’t find bathtubs pretty, especially when they’re put to other uses, for example being sawed in half and used as a sofa as seen in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Other ideas include holding potted plants (Imagine a lovely, claw-footed bathtub with pale & dark pink peonies blooming from it), holding books, or serving as a place to take a nice little nap. I think it would be quite cozy. (PICTURE, VOGUE KOREA)
Bookshelves: are classy & beautiful & useful all at once. Just like a good boyfriend… which also starts with B! (PICTURE, THE SELBY)
Bicycles: This is getting to be a very long list, but I have to mention bicycles, because they’re my favorite form of transportation/exercise. Also in my first year French class I wrote a song about “ma bicyclette violette” being “tres tres chouette.” (PICTURE, ?)
Say hello to doodles from this morning…
I get to be part of the first “Snail Mail Scribble” for The Scribble Project soon, but lack-of-school has me drawing less & less (which is ridiculous since more free time should equal more drawing time, but I guess I read & sleep & socialize too much), so I thought I should do some practicing. What’s too bad is that I have no scanner, so the picture looks a bit crazy. Oh well.
I admit that I have gotten this idea from the now-defunct-but-always-favorite Dead Fleurette’s blog, but in any case, I’m starting a new series of posts with an alphabet theme, posting 5+ things beginning with each letter of the alphabet every few days. And as always, there is no place to start but the beginning, in this case with the letter A…
Adidas: my favorite sporting goods brand by far. It may not be so fashionable, but there are many summer days when I live in only my adidas mesh shorts, white v-neck t-shirts, & black track jacket, as well as my classic black Adidas Sambas. The trefoil design as well as the trio of stripes is the perfect touch of sporty cool.
Air France: the perfect music for summertime, and additionally for when one is dreaming of summertime during the colder months. its good for laying around, running around, driving around… when you’re alone, when you’re with friends, when you are forced to clean your kitchen (a terrible task that takes hours!), and in any other imaginable situation. the dreamy beats/melodies/harmonies/voices mix together in a way that’s peaceful & invigorating. picture from their myspace.
Airplanes: I haven’t been in one for a few years, but I love the experience. Exploring the radio stations, staring thoughtlessly out the window at the never-ending clouds, and stumbling through the aisles in the middle of the night to go brush your teeth after drinking endless miniature cans of ginger ale & tomato juice is somehow the perfect experience.. most likely because it’s all mixed with the fact that you’re going somewhere different to have new adventures, listen to new accents, see different people, and smell different streets.
Ampersands: the most variant, friendly, and unnecessary punctuation… obviously my favorite. illustration from sharonhlee.com
Artichokes: for some unknown reason, I am totally fascinated with this vegetable. I love the word, the way they look like curious green flowers, (so fun to draw as well!), and the way they taste with a bit of sea salt & olive oil. illustration by kate wilson.
Asian children: are ridiculously adorable. enough said. & I can’t remember where the picture is from, but I’ve had it saved for quite awhile.
ali michael by paolo reversi, vogue italia
Miuccia Prada is my favorite lady designer. She is thoughtful and adorable, and she trained to be a mime for six years. Excerpts from her interview with CNN and other sources:
“If you compare with philosophy, [fashion] is frivolous, but frivolity may be something good, something that is part of our lives, so I don’t dislike it and what I like is the mix, that in your life you can have serious things, more frivolous ones,”
“Beauty is not something that is contrary; it is the right of everybody. Still I retain the idea of justice and so many other ideas, but that is my work, and it is a contradiction that still is creating me problems, but it’s like this.”
“Basically I think that sometimes [my designs] look strange and not perfect because I don’t like things that are obvious, and so I always try to introduce something that is wrong, something that is different. Just beauty by itself is too easy.”
“Some days I hate the idea that I have to be creative. The obligation of being creative every single day, every single hour of your life is such a nightmare that you would prefer to do anything else in your life but be creative because it’s just . . . you have to answer so many questions,”
“I never understood fashion. The whole world of it – the photographers, the celebrity status. I don’t get it at all. I like clothes. I love clothes. But fashion and fame… Sometimes I just don’t know. It’s fun – it’s wonderful, but it’s something to keep you busy for 10 minutes in the morning. Then you have to face the rest of the day”
She absolutely charms me.