15:45 – Working progress….
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19:37 – Go to 50 seconds in!
….Because it will be easier to find this later on my blog versus on YouTube, oh and because Martin is crazy awesome!
(Curves? HA! Thinking about me when you go to bed? Oh yeah baby!!! TMI??)
P.S. Mart does not smoke and knows that it is terrible for you, its just from dramatic effect!
Second, I found this pink bohemian bedroom photo last night which I immediately recognized as the same bedroom in the second photo, but which is yellow. Which do you think the is the original coloring? The yellow, maybe? The photography of the pink version looks like it came from a 1975 issue of Better Homes and Gardens (which is why I think it is probably the Photoshopped version)!
See? It’s the same gritty haze over the photography. By the way, if this living room were to be recreated + rephotographed with today’s fancy cameras, it could very easily grace the pages of any current home decor magazine. I love it!
19:44 – It seems that I haven’t been the only noticing the amount of negativity around these parts lately (meaning the internet and blogosphere), particularly antagonistic criticism on the subjects of personal choices, health, and body image. Below are two posts I’ve recently read that speak about the same subject.
Justina writes about body image and loving one’s self no matter what.
Sheridan is an outstanding example of not letting unsolicited (and ridiculously nasty) criticism get to you.
*Here is my original post on my personal experience with internet negativity and unnecessary criticism.
** And just for a laugh and consolation check out My Favorite Hate Mail!
15:16 – So it’s the 23rd of February and I should be finding out about grad schools very shortly and let me tell you, the very thought of seeing those emails in my inbox makes my stomach flip. And not the good kind of flip, but the kind that has me stricken with anxiety and the kind that makes me randomly let out huge sighs. I find out from one Cambridge school that shall remain nameless by the first week of March. Gulp. The problem is I am not sure what exactly to consider the first week of March. Next week when technically March starts? Or in two weeks when we have the first full week of March? Adding to my anxiety is that if I do not get into this motherload of a school that shall remain nameless, I of course find out from the other Cambridge school, MIT, last. Last as in a month later, last as in I’m going to freak out for 31 whole days if I don’t get into the school that shall remain nameless.
The thing is even though everyone and their half brother’s first cousin wants to get into this school that shall remain nameless, I think I want to get in mostly so that Mart and I can be together. The thought of being separated for three years (which is how long many M.ARCH programs are now) after a year long deployment makes me want to cry. He could be planning to go to the worse college in the world and I’d still be worried I couldn’t get in. That’s how crazy this all is. The problem is the man didn’t get into the worst college in the world, he got into the best. I feel like every time I pray for a miracle it is akin to praying that one day I find a sack of hundred dollar bills in my mailbox. It feels absurd, ridiculous, selfish, and…..sigh….scarily futile (It’s hard to admit that).
I wasn’t even sure if I was going to publish this post, its kind of a pointless one. Does anyone really need to know that I feel like barfing every time I think of the school that shall remain nameless? No not really. :) But hey here it is for the world to see. Proof that I am 100% FREAKING OUT!!!!!!
10:10 – I haven’t had much to do this long weekend so for fun I created a few interior decorating story boards. They are slightly influenced by my own home and in the direction that I’d like to tweak it, while the graphics of the spread were inspired by Anthropologie’s current web design. I’m still working on improving my visual representation skills but I can’t seem to get away from these silly yet fun story boards!
(Now I’m wishing the interior decor spreads in my grad school portfolio were lighter and brighter….)
8:13 – My Google Reader introduced me to this apartment last night and I could not get it out of my mind. It’s so cozy despite being very industrial, with those windows, the raw concrete, that old rug, and the furry kitty! Although the busyness would have my head feeling like scrambled eggs I still love this place.Here’s the building’s exterior, how fantastic?!
14:28 – Instead of real estate stalking Boston or Savannah, my regular haunts, I started stalking in LA. Ummm…I’ll take one of each of these places or possibly some fantastic mutant of all 8, yes please! I love the Spanish, Mediterranean, stucco, with a dash of arts and crafts bungalow style, many of them have going on. Though I think the gardens are what really seal the deal of making them completely charming for me.
See these and more at Take Sunset.
10:47 – One night I decided to educate myself on the world of street art (woooo), I began watch a documentary on Bansky, the English graffiti artist; he was all mysterious and stuff, with his face masked and voice rendered unrecognizable. Kind of creepy actually, since not all graffiti artists share the same desire for anonymity. But it got me thinking, what is the proper opinion of an architect to have of graffiti and street art?
On one hand I love it, I find it colorful, creative, alive, and very much art. But on the other hand if I had just designed and built a beautiful home and some little devil is going to write “F**k the Police!” on the windows there’s going to be some stuff going down. It makes me a bit mad to see spray paint all over the magnificent historical buildings in Paris, Berlin, London, Milan, New York; those buildings that have been around way longer than spray paint. Though with my love of “beautiful decay,” graffiti just kind of fits, it falls into place, and helps create this story, these layers of time and people passing. That is cool.
So should architects design buildings with the anticipation that they’ll be “vandalized” or if we do that is the whole authenticity lost? Is it black and white, that a street artist should respect the art of an architect and not mark their design at all? Or is it a symbiotic relationship, each respecting the creativity of the other and how the contrast might bring something even cooler into creation?
I find the painting beautiful (albeit unnerving many times) so I am in support of street art! Anyone else agree, disagree, have interesting insights of their own on the matter?
* And then here’s a neat concept, clean graffiti!