October 2010
1 post
CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS
Thanks to everybody who read, followed, liked, reposted, linked, fell asleep to, and otherwise involved themselves with the blog but it’s time to bring the curtain down. But as the saying goes, every end is the beginning of the end of a new beginning’s end or something like that.
Efforts are being redirected towards a new project to launch in late December. In the meantime you can...
January 2010
3 posts
“I don’t care about composition or anything like that. I just want the...”
– David Bailey
June 2009
1 post
I just had the scary thought that some day I might be desensitized to beauty, what a horrible world that would be. I know models and photographers and other industry people who are so constantly in the presence of beautiful people in the daily run of things that they go about unfazed, almost bored by it all. I hope to god that I am always awed and mouth agape at wonderful things and people...
May 2009
1 post
The single picture that I uploaded today was the subject of much deliberation, but after some thought I decided that if there were ever an appropriate place or time for it, it is both here and now. I would rather not directly link to it here, but if you are seriously looking at the photos you will know which one I mean. Much of my work seems to, intentionally or otherwise, deal with a recurring...
April 2009
2 posts
Learning is Funducational!
I just found it really lame that whatever semblance of photographic knowledge I have poured over into another aspect of my life and figured you would want to laugh at me for it.
I was cutting a piece of paper but was having a hard time following the lines because I was working in the sunlight, and the window to my right was casting a hard shadow on the scissors. So I turned on my lamp and set...
So amidst all of my not-posting new material on both the main page and the blog, I have to admit that I haven’t been completely bypassed by the whole strobist craze that has, as of late, lit (pun sort of intended) the photography world (specifically amateur photogs) ablaze. I won’t really go into what being a “strobist” is because there is more than enough of that...
March 2009
3 posts
question for my film folk
Has there been something akin to painterly abstraction in cinema? Where filmmakers completely disavow representational iconography or even the remotest semblance of a plot and focus purely on the qualities most intrinsic to the medium? Not just like flashing colors to music, but a real exploration of the limitations and unique properties of moving image.
I’m imagining like a de stijl /...
First post for over a month, and now I remember why: posts like the last one severely dilute the overall quality of the blog, and stray dangerously far into shitty, “my diary” style blogging that pretty much everyone in the world can universally agree is a bore for everyone save the writer, and probably the writer too on most days.
Would someone tell Oak NYC to stop photoshopping...
January 2009
5 posts
Why is this so decent.
Regifting
So for some time now I’ve been looking for a pair of gloves that would still allow my fingers the dexterity to man the camera, and had more or less narrowed it down to black, leather driving gloves with the fingers cut off. I’m not completely crazy about it; and as a result whenever I pass a pair on the street I’m a bit reluctant to grab them, and even moreso with high end...
WEEZY
Okay so I know it’s really really cool to hate on Lil Wayne right now, but after listening to Hot Revolver, I Feel Like Dying, and Miami Vice in a row, this guy is pumping out some entertaining music.
I like to distinguish between things I enjoy, and things that I actually think are qualitatively good. For example, I don’t think Riki-Oh is a very good film in terms of contributing...
boring boring boring
girls in leather jackets and big flannels and tights
guys in selvage denim, untucked oxfords and “slim/minimalist silhouette sneakers”
go home please
So normally I write about fashion or photography related things but since it’s a new year I’ll talk about something I normally don’t. I am an ardent breakdancer, despite the contradiction that seemingly spandex jeans imply.
Although the popular stereotype of breakdancing is the dynamic side, headspins and windmills etc, this is about as accurate a portrayal of the full spectrum...
December 2008
6 posts
Penmanship
I was never really big on writing, not the articulation of thougth as word, but the physical process of putting a pen to paper. Maybe because I’ve been typing for nearly as long as I’ve been writing but paper has always seemed very fussy and cluttered for long compositions, more of an obstacle than a facilitator of the interpretation of ideas.
But recently I’ve carried around a...
So in preparation for a paper that I should be writing instead of this, I’m reading a short passage on writing about art, which cites a wonderful quote which perfectly captures the sentiment of my earlier comment about people inevitably intertwining something unique in whatever they set out to do.
“A change of style is a change of subject.” - Wallace Stevens
And he uses so many...
Sometimes it seems that within fashion there is an obsession with exclusivity. However, I think it might be more accurate to say that rather there is an obsession on behalf of the general public with things they don’t really understand. Meaning, whatever has come into the limelight, whatever is “trendy,” has been misappropriated and disconnected from the meaning which brought it...
The reason why interpersonal attractiveness is subjective is that attraction is less about the person than it is about the idea the person invokes. In that way, a lot of it is packaging. If an average looking person can invoke a sense of class, then their features become elegant; if they exude and embody wildness then the same features become rugged, worn. Our physical qualities can be deceptively...
There is a certain amount of class involved in having a palate for the controlled and considered damaging of one’s life.
It is so completely and utterly fantastic that people bring different things to the table; that even if they were inclined to produce work of identical nature, their predisposition as a result of past experiences will inevitably mark their paths such that they never cross. Even if the surface product is similar, the attitude that culminated in its fruition, which in many cases is what defines...
November 2008
2 posts
spooky good
October 2008
12 posts
Weird Construct
It is kind of amazing the amount of ridiculous processed and treated textiles, complex constructions, and other oddities clothing can encompass. Here are some (exaggerated) examples:
But if you think about it in terms of historical context it all makes sense. Back when stereotypical Columbus looking dudes were sailing the world, you had to go halfway around the world and fight sea...
Items vs. Looks
I’ll try to put some pictures into this one since the last few have been completely sucky in that respect.
Often people will ask me if I like a certain piece, and it is almost impossible to give an honest opinion. Not because I am afraid to tell them what they bought is crap, but because I don’t know how it contributes or detracts to their style. Probably because they don’t have...
Be Formless, Shapeless - Like Water
Sometimes I worry about how fleeting my sense of fashion is. Over the last two years there have been several marked shifts in the overall look, but always under the premise that it was self-discovery and that I was moving closer to honest self expression. But in the back I have an underlying fear that I am not moving closer to a constant, “true” style, but am essentially being the...
That speech from The Devil Wears Prada...
Back to fashion related posts. Let me preface all of these by saying that I am aware that to anyone actually who actually follows any fashion anything, these will probably resound as illegitimately preachy.
Last I visited home, I was looking through some of my old clothes and found my old slim-straight jeans and a striped Gap sweater, which I put on just for a laugh (not to discredit APC or...
Freedom!
Just finished the last midterm and absolutely abused it so finally taking some time to relax. Deleted the previous post about songs and just posted direct links instead. Is there a way to do them all in one post or must I clog the already poorly navigable site with individual posts? I don’t remember if I mentioned last time, but whenever I have a thought for something that might be remotely...
Hey Champ - Face Control
Hey Champ - Cold Dust Girl
Bla Bla Textbook Bla Bla
I have always said to other people, and for the most part they have agreed, that I write like a total asshole. I write everything like the textbook that you dreaded most in high school, with absurd amounts of unnecessary adjectives and unnecessarily complex sentence structures, generally evading conciseness and writing with 300 words what could easily be written with 30. Basically I write in a way...
Several Things
Very bizarre dream about trying to impress the cashier at some seafood fast food place by ordering 150 fish sticks, and then not being able to afford it.
Very bizarre non-dream where Ross and I both woke up independently, simultaneously, spontaneously, and without reason, early in the morning, sleep deprived, feeling really refreshed, went back to bed, and then woke up at the correct time feeling...
September 2008
12 posts
“Hey, you have a sparkle in your eye. Oh wait, that’s just a tear.”
Identify Yourself
You were perfect. Skateboarding IN knee high leather boots IN the subway
the jaw dropping gorgeousness and styling were just gravy
Short, Long, and Normal
Period fashion really is androgynous. I was coming back from this thrift place and I saw some girl walking ahead and she was wearing a super cropped oxford, and I was thinking how girls get it so much better because they can wear both really oversized and really cropped pieces and it’s fine. But when I think about it really for guys it’s the same. Below I attached a picture of a...
I just saw the most swagger-having kid in my entire life. I’m used to walking in the street and seeing someone reasonably well dressed, and we’ll simultaneously reciprocate head-to-toe glances while trying to maintain the appearance that we didn’t even notice eachother. And so I see this guy that from down the block looks like a natural born model: lanky, rail thin legs, tall,...
What don’t people get about keeping their hands off the music?
The reason you’re at our party and not having your own is because your setup sucks.
So stop fucking my playlist and downloading this one song you need to hear into a random location on my computer that I’ll need to track down later, that I probably already have anyways that you just got in a lower bitrate.
Do you remember...
Trying to hurt me just so you could care for the wound? Pushing me away just so there was a distance to cross for you?
EDIT: Holy crap that sounds affected
Things that I completely and utterly forgot that I’m glad I remembered during a break between writing katakana and hiragana in my head on the train back from New Brunswick
Crystal Castles or MGMT or Justice
Or ALL?
Or rape at bloody beetroots afterparty?
A Change of Seasons
I have always found that, for me at least, Summer is when things change. Not to say that things don’t happen during the other seasons, but it is in the Summer when I realize that I am not the same person I was this time last year.
The hours in Summer are polarized, more hours spent with others than any other time of year, and more importantly I think, more waking hours alone than at any...
The Favorite Garment I'll Never Own
So in case you are looking at the timestamp on the last few posts you’ll notice they are written in immediate succession. I try not to be boring as hell with these so sometimes I’ll get an idea for something to write right as I’m dozing to sleep or daydreaming in lecture so I’ll jot it down in my phone for later. Before I start my homework I figure I’ll get all the...
I can never set my alarm to an even interval like 8:45. I like to set it a few minutes later to offset the desire to hit the snooze button, because I’m already at the point where it would have been had I hit snooze, so then I’m anxious about being late and I’ll get up right away. So we go with 8:47. It’s stupid, I know.
The Art of Sleaze
I realized the other day, while engaged in a game of beirut or beer pong or whatever your vernacular calls the misuse of ping pong balls to get drunk, that I was envisioning the playing surface and my throwing arm with the rule of thirds. I was trying to align my arm with the right vertical line and the opposing end of the table with the upper horiziontal, and trying to release so that my hand was...
August 2008
30 posts
They Taste Like Two Twisting White Spacepod...
The vision came in the form of a retro future concept sketch