Text(6:31pm):"I’m going to talk about comedy here, but it won’t be funny. Or maybe it will be. Or maybe you can blow it out your ass and see if I give a shit, because it’s my article and you’re basically trespassing. Did you think of that? Did you think you were going to just waltz in here and be served tea and biscuits by some well-dressed article from Vienna or San Francisco, whose sole existence was centered around massaging your TV-deadened brain and telling you that you look nice in that shirt, which you very much do not? Did you? Is that what you thought? Oh great, are you crying? Are you fucking crying, you little… you little… Nancy doodle? I just had to make up a very gentle insult for you right there because I know you’d go pee-pee in your silly little trousers if I told you what I really thought."
-BY ROB DELANEY
This pretty much made my Thursday night. This is just a taste of what this man is capable of, please read the rest on Vice Magazine.
Appreciation: Isabella Dinardo.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Summer With Zimmermann
Venom acid lily bustier bikini
Nightshade tea rose underwire bikini
Chelsea frill bandeau bikini
Stunning prints and amazing cuts, the girls at Zimmermann know what we want for summer.
I'm staying away from the classic "triangle" bikini and I'm looking for more structure.
Note to self: get a gym buddy, who is committed.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Caroline
Title:hidden celebrations
Medium:liquid water colour on paper
Title:Caroline questions.
Medium:liquid water colour on paper
Message: The Unknown Beloved
you are a delicious sweet sixteen
loving you.
15.11.94
sorry it's a little late
Sunday, November 14, 2010
unfinished thoughts
Title: Unfinished thoughts, DRAFT.
Medium: 2B on paper
- Fridge is thirsty for more milk
- Hairdressers need feeding
- Time to call Jim
I drew that girl during my study break, she lacks colour, seems faded and is missing the rest of her body but I like how she looks so vulnerable on paper.
Monday, November 8, 2010
But which is which?
One cup of chamomile tea, Coeur de pirate playing on itunes and my sketchbook on my lap. I've recently come to appreciate the little things in life like my eraser and my 2B and 4B pencils, not to mention my darling watercolours that seem to whisper the colours onto the page.
I'm yet to fulfill my promise to a dear friend of mine as I was suppose to produce a face like the one above for her. I don't usually like sharing my mini creations (selfish I know) but who am I to stand in the way of brightening someones day? I'm on it!
what if..
- We lived under the sea
- We ate sand like chocolate
- We had eyes on each one of our fingers
- When we sneezed gold glitter came out
- There was no such thing as makeup
- The colours I see are different from the colours you see
- We didn't live for money
- We were fruit
- We are living in a shoebox, located on a giants window sill overlooking the beach
- We are the aliens
- There was no such thing as sound
- We are living in a shoebox as a giants science experiment and the stars are glow in the dark stickers on the wall
- Our tongues were flavoured
- We didn't age, but morphed into animals
- What I'm saying didn't sound crazy.
The technique of asking What-ifs provokes an individual to think and to produce something new. At times, in order to find original solutions to old problems, one must take the leap of faith and ask ‘crazy’ and imaginative questions to get us out of the rut of stale, conformist routine.
- We lived under the sea
- We ate sand like chocolate
- We had eyes on each one of our fingers
- When we sneezed gold glitter came out
- There was no such thing as makeup
- The colours I see are different from the colours you see
- We didn't live for money
- We were fruit
- We are living in a shoebox, located on a giants window sill overlooking the beach
- We are the aliens
- There was no such thing as sound
- We are living in a shoebox as a giants science experiment and the stars are glow in the dark stickers on the wall
- Our tongues were flavoured
- We didn't age, but morphed into animals
- What I'm saying didn't sound crazy.
The technique of asking What-ifs provokes an individual to think and to produce something new. At times, in order to find original solutions to old problems, one must take the leap of faith and ask ‘crazy’ and imaginative questions to get us out of the rut of stale, conformist routine.
The search continues
I'm sitting in my bed with Yoko my ukulele and I think I want to conflate into the sheets.
Brood: To think alone, think moodily or anxiously about something
Elixir: A good potion
Conflate: To blend together
Ailurophile: A cat-lover (kiki)
Dalliance: A brief love affair, an archaic word for flirtation
Desultory: having no set plan for things
Diaphanous: Filmy
Pastiche: An art work combining materials form various sources
Petrichor: The smell of earth after rain
Tintinnabulation: Tinkling
Brood: To think alone, think moodily or anxiously about something
Elixir: A good potion
Conflate: To blend together
Ailurophile: A cat-lover (kiki)
Dalliance: A brief love affair, an archaic word for flirtation
Desultory: having no set plan for things
Diaphanous: Filmy
Pastiche: An art work combining materials form various sources
Petrichor: The smell of earth after rain
Tintinnabulation: Tinkling
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Galaxy Collision
I'm a kraken of the sea.
Thanks to: Rachel&keishy for the above collaboration
Life is so mediocre right now.
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