As I return to work on my second portfolio of 2009 (crossing my t’s and dotting my i’s momentarily!) I can’t help but investigate the purpose of this blog. What was perhaps a listless mission statement is now under review as I try to take this web space to the next level. There are many directions I could go (and some I can’t) so while I figure things out on this end, enjoy yet another smashing POTD. Today’s image is an edgy start to the new month, found in the tirelessly accomplished Hedi Silmane’s diary.
I found out today that I’ve got yet another portfolio to complete in order to be considered for a Creative Advertising BA I’ve applied to at a nearby college. Five visual and two written pieces are required. I spent a lot of time today making a concert poster, business cards, and a book cover. Here is the latter to tide you (all two of you) over until I can get back into the swing of things, blogwise.
All of this digital artwork might become the incentive I needed to finally get myself a Deviant Art account. If only I could land on a name.
Hugh Jackman for The Musical! I mean: Slumdog Millionaire! If it had been up to me I too would have given them all the awards. Not because I loved the movie (I haven’t even had a chance to see it yet — thanks, academics!) and not because Danny Boyle is so creative and charming, but because of Freida Pinto’s smart sartorial choices. She wowed me at the Golden Globes and last night she was shamelessly flirting with my emotions by wearing an altered John Galliano Spring/Summer 2009 gown; worn on the runway by none other than the mesmirizing Magdalena Frackowiak.
Now that I have some more time on my hands I’ll be able to watch and review some of the Oscar movies, and plenty of others! I thought the entertainment sector did its job last night by being just that: entertaining. Musical performances might not be everybody’s thing, but the mega-ensambles with familiar faces performing medleys and original songs and scores were the perfect break to the smooth-running machine Hugh Jackman helmed for four hours. I admit when I heard he was MC’ing I was surprised, but pleasently so, as it turns out.
Congratulations to all the nominees and winners.
It’s simply a matter of dotting my i’s and crossing my t’s and then my portfolio will be done. My good friend Matt has agreed to come with me for a little downtown adventure in the morning in order to hand-deliver my portfolio to the department by the deadline: tomorrow!
If I had an extra $150 lying around I would probably shove it into my savings account like all the other nickels and pennies I find. But I’m not saying I wouldn’t be tempted to head on over to Throwboy’s checkout and order myself a set of these adorable Icon Pillows.
Paul Rowland, a man with many talents, put several of of his abilities on display in New York last Thursday. Including but not limited to: photography, schmoozing, and drawing a crowd. I’m having a tough time finding images from his February 12th exhibition Transformations, but I hope that they’ll become more and more available as time goes on. In the meantime please enjoy Kasia Struss, a Supreme model and Paul supporter, enjoying herself at the opening reception. Check out COACD TV’s recap of Rowland’s Transformation here!
Over the weekend I had the pleasure of watching my classmate compete in a schooling level dressage show held at Bronte Creek Equestrian, as part of the Four Seasons Horse Shows’ Winterfest Show Series. We have been taking lessons together for exactly a year and neither of us have shown in any level, competetive or schooling. This weekend Paula and her mount of three years — “Tyson” aka Perfect Gentleman, owned by Tessa Laughton of Laughton Training & Sales — scratched the competitive itch.
Valentine’s has never been a huge holiday in my life. Sure it was fun as kids when friends showered each other with chocolate and it was a momentous occasion whenever my crush of the moment scrawled his sloppy, grade-school signature on the back of a store-bought card. But as kids our frugal (and equally tech-savvy) mother would insist my brother and I make our Valentine’s Day cards for our classmates. Windows Publisher ’98 was well worth the investment for her, but I hated having to fold them. I was never that adept at crafts, and somehow the simple of folding a legal sheet of paper four times evenly fell into the realm of “impossible”.
Without sounding catty, I find it to be a glorified holiday should not be indulged. Schools aren’t closed and employees (those who are lucky enough to still have a job) are stuck at their desks on the 14th when applicable. I try not to rain on other people’s parades, though, and generally mark the occasion with something small, inexpensive, and homemade. Because telling your friends that you did what you do every night (nothing) on Valentine’s Day somehow isn’t acceptable.
Last year I baked heart-shaped cookies and carrot muffins for my co-workers; the biggest and best treats given in plentiful quantities to my boyfriend. This year, however, I was at a loss. I don’t have co-workers to bake for and, while my boyfriend would certainly not say no to something sweet, I’ve been baking up a storm recently and would appreciate the break. I also fancy myself somewhat creative, and it just isn’t kosher to do the same thing twice in a row.
This leaves me with quite the predicament! What to do for Valentine’s? I stocked up on Michael’s Craft Store’s Valentine’s inventory a year ago, and managed to dig up something that I might just be able to transform into a gift for my loved one. Inspired by Design*Sponge’s DIY Valentine’s Kit — a link the girls over at McQueen & I pointed out — I decided to put to use an old wooden box and some leftover Christmas tissue to create the greatest gift of them all: thoughtful, homemade, $0. Instructions, materials and more pictures under the cut!
I had visions of blogging granduer for the next two weeks as I had planned to rev up to the Oscars with daily reviews of various catagories. This afternoon I found out that my university portfolio is due February 20th (what’s eight days, really?) and I will therefore be all consumed in essays and taking godawful photos and trying to pass them off as “thematic” and “the best of the bunch”. Wish me luck as I go off into my creative void for the next week, and I will let you all know how it went if I survive to tell the tale!