Fashion advice.
Dear sir* in the Daisy Dukes**,
I know, I know, I am not one that should be giving out fashion advice. I wear t-shirts, jeans, and my vintage pink and black checkered Vans way too much. However, I firmly believe that the choice of wearing the Daisy Duke cutoffs (complete with frayed edges) with the tight t-shirt and cowboy boots may not have been the best idea.
At least for a Sunday morning in Starbucks. Unless I wasn't notified of some new fashion trend, in which case...carry on. And I'm out to make my own Daisy Dukes.
*not a typo. He was definitely a he.
**please excuse the gratutious usage of "Daisy Dukes". It's just that it's now become culturally relevant again to use this term to define short shorts. If I don't overuse it now, I never will.
I know, I know, I am not one that should be giving out fashion advice. I wear t-shirts, jeans, and my vintage pink and black checkered Vans way too much. However, I firmly believe that the choice of wearing the Daisy Duke cutoffs (complete with frayed edges) with the tight t-shirt and cowboy boots may not have been the best idea.
At least for a Sunday morning in Starbucks. Unless I wasn't notified of some new fashion trend, in which case...carry on. And I'm out to make my own Daisy Dukes.
*not a typo. He was definitely a he.
**please excuse the gratutious usage of "Daisy Dukes". It's just that it's now become culturally relevant again to use this term to define short shorts. If I don't overuse it now, I never will.
Pigeon Playing Chicken.
So I'm walking to Starbucks this morning and about 20 feet in front of me is this pigeon with a look of fierce determination on his* face. He's walking straight for me, so I veer to the left...and he moves over in front of me. I veer to the right and again, he moves in front of me. This goes on for a couple of seconds until he's so close that I could kick him**.
At the last minute he swerves and goes around me.
Dare devil.
*I determined that he was a male purely from the bravery of the act. Perhaps his pigeon croonies were watching from a distance and had dared him to play chicken.
**I didn't kick him. That would be mean. A bit funny, but still mean.
At the last minute he swerves and goes around me.
Dare devil.
*I determined that he was a male purely from the bravery of the act. Perhaps his pigeon croonies were watching from a distance and had dared him to play chicken.
**I didn't kick him. That would be mean. A bit funny, but still mean.
I'll Sleep for a Year.
Accomplished. Acheived. Completed. Conquered.
However you want to say it, I am finished with summer session. I go back to Orlando on Sunday where we'll have two weeks to pack everything and move up here.
It feels good.
And I now promise to be a more active participate in life. At least until Sept. 14.
However you want to say it, I am finished with summer session. I go back to Orlando on Sunday where we'll have two weeks to pack everything and move up here.
It feels good.
And I now promise to be a more active participate in life. At least until Sept. 14.
Please Make the Madness Stop!
Have you ever experienced the horror of "word fixation" (my term, obviously)?
The house that I am subletting a room in this summer is, of course, furnished. And there's this very large Monet print framed and hanging in the bathroom. Every time I go in there, I cannot help but look at the bottom right hand corner which says "Les Coquelicots". And then it gets stuck on repeat in my head.
As if that's not bad enough...the other girl that is also subletting this summer has some sheet music on a stand...If, by a miracle, "Les Coquelicots" is not in my mind, "Joachim" gets stuck in there.
Does this happen to anyone else?
Can someone please tell me what the heck "Les Coquelicots" means?*
Or accompany me on the way to the insane asylum?
*I know, I know, I could look it up. Google and all. But, just writing this post is aggravating my condition. I don't think I'd like to add to it by researching "Les Coquelicots".
The house that I am subletting a room in this summer is, of course, furnished. And there's this very large Monet print framed and hanging in the bathroom. Every time I go in there, I cannot help but look at the bottom right hand corner which says "Les Coquelicots". And then it gets stuck on repeat in my head.
As if that's not bad enough...the other girl that is also subletting this summer has some sheet music on a stand...If, by a miracle, "Les Coquelicots" is not in my mind, "Joachim" gets stuck in there.
Does this happen to anyone else?
Can someone please tell me what the heck "Les Coquelicots" means?*
Or accompany me on the way to the insane asylum?
*I know, I know, I could look it up. Google and all. But, just writing this post is aggravating my condition. I don't think I'd like to add to it by researching "Les Coquelicots".
File That Under "Thank God It's Almost Over."
For our drawing class final project, we have to do a bunch of large scale drawings...supposedly of whatever we want, in whatever style we want.
These are a few of mine.
I really am just glad that drawing class is almost over.
These are a few of mine.
I really am just glad that drawing class is almost over.
Light Study.
I had fun doing this one (it's large. About 3 feet long).
It made me think of Tim Burton...for *some* strange reason (especially the dancing skeleton in the background).
It made me think of Tim Burton...for *some* strange reason (especially the dancing skeleton in the background).
Bizarro World
So. Funny story.
Between the time I got my acceptance letter from RISD and actually arriving up here for the summer, I would often joke that RISD probably made a mistake and didn't really mean to accept me. I would confidently walk up to the table to check in and they would say (as they went down their checklist, "Traci Yau...Traci Yau...I'm sorry. We meant to accept Traci LAU". I would go home humilated, but with my life making a bit more sense than them actually accepting me.
Fast forward to today.
They did, in fact, mean to accept me and I'm 4 1/2 weeks into their program. So, I go to the registrars to get a copy of my transcripts (which is a whole other embarassing story in and of itself. Let's just say college, the first time around, was not my friend).
Ms. Registrar asks my name. I go through the usual "Yau. Y-A-U" thing.
She begins flipping through her row of files, pulls one out and asks "Tessa Lau"?
Weird.
Between the time I got my acceptance letter from RISD and actually arriving up here for the summer, I would often joke that RISD probably made a mistake and didn't really mean to accept me. I would confidently walk up to the table to check in and they would say (as they went down their checklist, "Traci Yau...Traci Yau...I'm sorry. We meant to accept Traci LAU". I would go home humilated, but with my life making a bit more sense than them actually accepting me.
Fast forward to today.
They did, in fact, mean to accept me and I'm 4 1/2 weeks into their program. So, I go to the registrars to get a copy of my transcripts (which is a whole other embarassing story in and of itself. Let's just say college, the first time around, was not my friend).
Ms. Registrar asks my name. I go through the usual "Yau. Y-A-U" thing.
She begins flipping through her row of files, pulls one out and asks "Tessa Lau"?
Weird.
5.6 Pounds of Loveliness
One of the things I have to have as a Graphic Design student is an Apple G4 Powerbook, and the ones that we order through the school come pre-loaded with all kinds of goodies: the Adobe Creative Suite and the Font Folio (that's over 2200 fonts people!), among other fun things. And it's actually quite a good deal.
I placed the order for mine today.
Come mid-August, I will be the proud owner of this pretty thing:
I placed the order for mine today.
Come mid-August, I will be the proud owner of this pretty thing:
I Have No Life
And here's why.
We're doing color studies in my 2D Design class. Gouache on illustration board. Would you believe that I've spent over 30 hours on this piece? All in the last 4 days.
We're doing color studies in my 2D Design class. Gouache on illustration board. Would you believe that I've spent over 30 hours on this piece? All in the last 4 days.
Idle Chatter to Resume at a Later Date.
Here at 45wall, we pride ourselves* on daily postings that are fairly frivolous in nature. I promised here that I would not make any attempts at being profound or deep. I fully intend on sticking by this...
However, I am going to take a moment to bring a bit of attention to something that means a lot to me.
First, Invisible Children. An amazing documentary by some amazing guys I know.
Second, the One Campaign.
Check em out. 'Nuff said.
*by "we" I obviously mean "me".
However, I am going to take a moment to bring a bit of attention to something that means a lot to me.
First, Invisible Children. An amazing documentary by some amazing guys I know.
Second, the One Campaign.
Check em out. 'Nuff said.
*by "we" I obviously mean "me".
I Think I May Be Learning Something!
I know, I know...it's been a few days. But really, I've been so busy with school (12-15 hour days)...and right now, the only interesting things for me to blog about are school related. And, quite frankly, my brain is sort of maxed out, and I don't really have anything funny or wise to say.
You'll just have to excuse me.
So. Before coming to school, the only drawing that I felt I could do involved a pencil and making things as life like as possible. But I've found that that's not "really" drawing [whatever].
My professor* is really into abstracts, defining space, and using new materials. On the first day of class, I hadn't ever even touched charcoal. The drawing on the left is evidence of that. The drawing on the right was my homework for today. I don't think he really liked it, but I am extremely happy with it - purely from a growth point of view.
*said professor is the same guy who fails to clearly communicate what he expects of us, and yet gets upset when we don't meet his expectations.
You'll just have to excuse me.
So. Before coming to school, the only drawing that I felt I could do involved a pencil and making things as life like as possible. But I've found that that's not "really" drawing [whatever].
My professor* is really into abstracts, defining space, and using new materials. On the first day of class, I hadn't ever even touched charcoal. The drawing on the left is evidence of that. The drawing on the right was my homework for today. I don't think he really liked it, but I am extremely happy with it - purely from a growth point of view.
*said professor is the same guy who fails to clearly communicate what he expects of us, and yet gets upset when we don't meet his expectations.
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