June 9, 2010
I was beyond excited when me and my friend April started planning to go to the Renegade Craft Fair in Brooklyn together. It was a great day, so inspiring! plus we ended it by eating out way through Greenwich Village (which I can’t think of a better way to ever end a day:) Heres just a few things that caught my eye, plus maybe you can “spot” Miss April (oh wow, I am so not funny its ridiculous). I apologize, I don’t remember who’s tables these were, but if it’s yours or you happen to know please tell me so I can link it to you!
April 1, 2010
December 19, 2009
As classes come to an end and the whether takes a turn for the chillier, my small local college always puts together its student art shows.
I’ve been so much happier with all of my work this semester more than ever. People often ask me if I regret spending all the time and money at Drexel only to return to the college I started out, and I say no, not the tiniest bit. If anything, I learned that I have to do work to please myself and not the professors, and that if I’m not enjoying the process, then I shouldn’t be doing it.
One of my classes this semester was at the Clay College in Millville. It was a 3-D design class, and although we did work with clay a lot we also made things our of old shoes, paper tubes, and created our own “wearable art” which we showed at the opening of the student gallery show with our own little runway show.
I just thought I would share some of my work with you…
You may remember my clay cupcake from a previous post. I nicknamed it my “Warhol Cupcake”. This actually wasn’t even for a project for class, but just something I started working on one day. I wanted to make 3 more and do them in other “pop” colors, but never have the time this semester, maybe next?
This is the two sides of the one piece I did. For the project we were given a brick of clay and told to make a cup out of it. It didn’t have to be functional, or a literal cup, but just a cup. I lovve working in black and white, I feel like it just breaks it down so that your mainly focused on good form which is so important.
This was my last clay project for this class. The project was to do a self portrait or a narrative of some sort. This was one of those projects that started off with one meaning and the more I worked on it the more things that I realized it symbolised and ways I related to it. The cross and orchids are all made of clay and painted with acrylics and the base is all dirt from my mothers garden :)
This is my “wearable art” piece. It’s a feather skirt with white lace around the top and a gold zipper down the back.
Any of you fashion nerds, like me, out there are welcome to point out how feather skirts are allll over the runways lately. But seriously, I have sketched to do this from like a year ago, and I was not basing it off of anyone else at the time, I promise!
oh and its modeled by my lovely friend Christa!
So there you have it, a little taste of what I’ve been working on. There were many more projects, but these were some of my favorites from this class – I love any feedback at all, even critisism, so feel free!
I’ve come to find that I love all design. I really truly do. I’ve always liked art, but was never particularly good at painting or drawing, maybe better than most, but no future Rembrant. But then design… I enjoyed taking graphic design at the local votec when I was much younger, and my teacher always raved on my talents, but I can say that I don’t regret my time at drexel at all because of finding my un-ending love for design. I always loved fashion design too, and interior design, but never had put it all together in my brain that they were all forms of design. Fine art can be so hard to distiguish between good and bad sometimes it seems, as if there’s no set formula. Design feels so much more like theres formula, flexible formula. There are certain rules, but if you’re smart enough you know how to break them too.
I recently decided that since I’ll be here for a bit longer than it was time for a change in some way. So I pulled almost all of the furniture out of my room and either trashed it or am in the process of changing it in some way. My room has looked fairly the same since I came home from art camp when I was 16 and my mom had re-done it while I was gone. At the time I didn’t really care that much, but now I need to feel a bit more like it’s mine. I need to know that I thought about it, so now I can think in it.
Once I feel it’s at least mostly done maybe I’ll share some photos with you, but for now I’m just enjoying the process of design.
July 6, 2009
It’s funny. Neither me or frank are really “romantic” about any holidays. We don’t feel like we have to go somewhere or really do anything out of the ordinary for them, yet we consistently end up doing something spontaneous and different on holidays. I’d been dying to see the “Model as Muse” exhibit at the MET ever since he told me about it and finally this saturday worked with our schedules and the weather looked like it would cooperate too. Oh, wait, saturday is the fourth isn’t it? oh well, whatever.
We took the bus from Willowbrook mall in North Jersey like we’ve done before and got into the city around 1:30 or 2 and the day just flew by after that.
We wandered the museum for some time looking a lot at the Greek art and the casts of statues and such which were really cool. Finally we found our way to the exhibit – sponsored by my favorite major designer (I of course had to get a picture next to the sign with my marc bag :-)
Each room was a different decade of fashion. It’s amazing to see the dramatic difference ten years can make to the industry. It made me wish I was able to be around in the 40s and 50s when people put so much more thought into how they dressed. It makes me feel like my generation will be known for as the wear-your-pajamas-in-public generation. It’s sad.
After wandering through the exhibit and me drooling over the 50+ years old vogues and harpars bazaars (I have a fashion magazine addition – don’t ask) we realized – oh my goodness! It’s 5:30! It’s crazy how the time flys.
We ended up going to this pizza restaurant place in chelsea called Co. It was really cute, small, but cute. If you ask for tap water they give it to you in a big glass milk jug which made me smile (I love quirky stuff like that). They had really interesting different types of pizza and their other food looked good too. The only thing we weren’t really fans of is that they have the “family style” seating where you’re at a table with a whole bunch of people you don’t know (and CLOSE). If I was with some of my friends, I wouldn’t have minded that much and probably would have talked to someone else, but I don’t really enjoy this type of dining with frank and I know he doesn’t like it either.
We ended up getting Margarita Pizza and it was great. Even the burnt parts were really tasty. We didn’t realize how small they were though and we were walking all day so we were pretty hungry. It ended up being the perfect excuse to get some ice cream later though (plus my blood sugar was way low and I was getting grouchy).
From there we hoped on the subway and went down to the southstreet seaport to walk around and watch the fireworks. The seaport was the first place we really encountered a 4th of July crowd. People were not paying the least bit of attention to where they were going and kept running into us. So we walked along the bank and waited for the fireworks that were supposed to start at 9.So we sit for a while…. 9:10….nothing….9:20…nothing. We still had to get back to the Port authority to catch the bus and then drive another 3 hours back home so I flagged down a cab and caught a ride up to times square and were able to get a much more interesting view of the fireworks from the back of the taxi.
Yeah, seeing fireworks in the space between skyscrapers definitely beats out watching them from the parking lot of the local high school by pretty far I’m thinkin
June 20, 2009
Ahhhh did I mention I love how Philadelphia is such a great restaurant city! I really believe its completely underrated when it comes to food. People assume all we have is cheesesteaks and thats it, but really we had such a great variety of not just good-but great restaurants. Just the other day me and Frank were talking about how we’ve had so many meals in Philly and at worst they were still good – never horrible (although Bistro St.Tropez was close to bad- but I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt because we did go during restaurant week and they were very understaffed that night). Frank still in fact mournes the closing of Brassarie Perrier (oh George Perrier why did you take such a culinary gem from us?). All of this talking about what fantastic restaurants our small city contains was backed up once again by a culinary triumph at Lacroix Restaurant in The Rittenhouse Hotel.
The restaurant is on the second floor and provides a lovely view of the hotel and the park across from it. The tall windows and clean white pallet help keep it a fresh and inviting atmosphere (I much preferred this atmosphere to Le Bec Fin- which can feel very stuffy and snooty, as if fine-diners need to be kept in a dimly lit room at all times). The waiters and staff are all very friendly and didn’t make me feel as though they thought of us as little kids playing dress up for the night (I hate that!).
They brought us a “shot” of the chef’s chilled melon soup which was an interesting taste. It was refreshing and very different than anything I’ve had before. To continue with my recent dedication to broadening my taste pallet, I opted to try the Muscovy Duck Breast with a Strawberry Reduction Sauce (pictured in the foreground above) with a side of Green Asparagus in a White Chocolate and Black Garlic Sauce. I was hesitant to try first at both but I just made myself do it, and I’m so glad I did. Both dish and it’s side proved the Chef(Jason Cichonski)’s fantastic ability to take traditionally sweet ingredients and tranform them into savory accompaniments to the dishes. They were complex flavors and I feel they really showed the talents of the chef. Frank, of course, went with the steak on the menu – the Organic Rib-Eye in Harissa Beef Jus with a side of fingerling potatoes. I of course was head over heels with the food at this point and couldn’t help but steal tastes of both. The steak was perfect in my opinion (although, heads up, order it a temperature higher than you actually want it- he asked for medium well and got medium) and the potatoes were soft and deliciously seasoned
When it came time for dessert we decided to split the Chocolate Souffle. It was light and airy with just the right amount of chocolate (not overly chocolate, like some places sometimes do). They brought it with a small dish of complimentary petit fours as well which were all quite tasty.
When doing my review for it on yelp, I gave it 5 stars which I tend not to do. But I honestly couldn’t find anything I didn’t like about it. Everything just seemed so perfect!
After dinner we met a few friends at the Philadelphia Museum of Art for “Art after 5″ which I’ve been dying to go to for a while now. It was absolutely lovely to sit on the stairs and listen to music and then wander the galleries (I, of course, swooned, as I always do, over the collection of Degas and poked fun of the modern art section). Its fantastic to see people wandering around the huge main room with their glasses of wine listening to the imported musicians, I would definitely suggest it to any lover of art and culture.
us on a walk around the building after wandering the galleries. What weirdos!