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February 18, 2008

Vinyl Never Dies.

I'm in lust with this ad campaign for FNAC. I've no idea what FNAC actually is, nor is the copy large enough to actually read it but hey... this idea from Spanish ad agency Kitchen is brilliance. As for vinyl, I've had my own rule for about 6 months or so: No new music unless it's digital or vinyl. I am (at some undetermined point in the future) going to be ridding myself of the big piles of CDs that clutter my life. It seems impossible to chuck all my CDs, but I am going to attempt to liberate as many as possible from the dust bunnies of my living room corner. For so long now I've held onto CDs I haven't listened to in 10 years as some sort of nostalgia trip. It's just simply not necessary anymore...

Momus - Reckless Records
Saint Etienne - I Buy American Records

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July 31, 2007

Teal, Aqua, Turquoise, Robin's Egg...

The designer in me sometimes goes through color obsessions. Chocolate brown, palest pink, tangerine orange... all of these have made an appearance over the past year in my work. My current color obsession just isn't stopping though and I'm getting a little worried. It started this spring when I discovered a broken robin's egg shell and I've quickly become obsessed with robin's egg blue and teal. I cannot stop buying things that are aqua. I cannot stop incorporating turquoise into my work. Once upon a time I worked at a design studio whose corporate color was PMS 320... I never thought I'd use it again I became so sick of it. Apparently I was wrong.

Clockwise From Top Left: Dolan Geiman - "February Journal", Aalto Vase, Nörsa Luxe Kimono Flower paper - Paper Source, My Coach bag, "Sea flower" from Macys, Abaca Ball - CB2, Rustic candles - Crate and Barrel, Eames Molded Chair - DWR

The Rosebuds - Blue Bird

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June 26, 2007

Somewhere Between Waking & Sleeping

There are days that I feel like I'm faking it. Lately those days are outnumbering the genuinely creative. I need to remove the haze from the right side of my brain.

It's funny, creatives spend so much time learning the specifics of their craft but when it comes up to maintaining your creativity, you're entirely on your own. No one teaches you the way to keep up your thought processes, organize all the flotsam floating around your brain or what to do when that inspiration just isn't coming. I guess it's too personal an issue, and one I rarely hear many creative people even admit to. Here I am admitting that some days, I just don't know what's going on upstairs, I don't know how to turn it off and on like a faucet.

Once upon a time I started reading The Creative Habit: Learn It And Use It For Life by Twyla Tharp. Perhaps I should actually finish reading it.

Saint Etienne - Fake '88
The Aluminum Group - Cannot Make You Out
Charlotte Gainsbourg - Somewhere Between Waking & Sleeping

Buy some: Saint Etienne, The Aluminum Group, Charlotte Gainsbourg

June 4, 2007

She Has Better Spirit Fingers Than You Do

Everyone needs a few smiles and laughter to get through a blah Monday, don't they? The subject above is my favorite laughter catalyst.

Birdie - Laugh
The Sails - Best Day
Camera Obscura - I Need All The Friends I Can Get
The Mary Onettes - The Laughter

Buy some: Birdie, The Sails, Camera Obscura, The Mary Onettes

May 14, 2007

Give The Man A Hand


Image by Craig. Click image for larger version.

Craig of Fueled By Coffee posted a sketch on his blog today that I absolutely want to do. As someone who rarely finishes a meal when eating out and is always in search of a homeless person to donate it to, I think this is brilliant. I've never had a homeless person turn me down at the offer of free food (in fact there's a man who camps out near the Giordano's on Superior and Rush to bring pizza home to his kids) but this seems like a much better idea than leaving it on a bench or the top of a dumpster hoping someone wanders along in need. Brilliant Craig!

The Left Banke - Give The Man A Hand

Buy some: The Left Banke or Craig's wonderful industrial design work at CraightonBerman.com or Aye & Berman

September 15, 2006

It's the little things...

Often it's the little things that are basically unexplainable that force a smile on my face. I was sitting at work this afternoon kerning the word "Multi-Grain" to within a millimeter of it's life when I heard something in my headphones that brought back a pleasant memories. A co-worker walking past must have been looking at me during that instant I smiled for no apparent reason. He stopped, he looked at me, he looked at my monitor (with the word "Multi-Grain" taking up 80% of my 21" monitor). He shrugged and walked on. The smile trigger was in my headphones...

It's March, I'm in Austin standing a few feet back from yet another stage during SxSW. It's mid-afternoon of lord knows what day, the sun and sound are out in full force. For about twenty minutes I've been watching a band I am extremely familiar with sing, stomp, strum and generally beat the crap out of their set. They're playing with as much enthusiasm and gusto and they have for years, if not more. I'm looking up at the guitarist... sweat dripping from his brow... and contemplating that one magnificent pool game at Double Door where I kicked his a$$ in a style I had never done before (and probably never will again). That instant he stops staring at his strings, the crowd, his beer, whatever... and looks directly at me. I wink. He must not have noticed yet that my friends and I were there. He let out a little laugh and gave me the hugest grin I've ever seen on his face. It's rather amazing that just the memory of an unexpected smile can bring a grin to my face nine months after happening. The trigger...

Metric - Monster Hospital

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August 29, 2006

Every Good Boy Does Fine

When I was four my parents handed me a violin (such a tiny, adorable lil instrument). I studied under a philharmonic violin virtuoso. I wasn’t so shabby, playing “Infant Paganini"?1 and learning advanced fingerings by age six.

There was a kink in my parents plan to make me a premier violinist when at age 7, my family moved to Chicagoland2. Other 7-year-olds around me didn’t play violins. I was stuck as an 8-year-old as second chair3 in the Jr. High orchestra. The big kids were intimidating and shortly thereafter I begged my parents to let me stop playing the violin. I regret this decision now but at the time it was the only way not to become a lil’ smartypants who was constantly picked on by kids 4-5 years older4.

My love affair with strings and orchestral pop started at that tender age. I now look on with envy at people who can create (and play) beautiful string arrangements. This leads me to the new Charlotte Gainsbourg record, 5:55. I'm not gonna namedrop, I'm not going to give you my hyperbole'd take on the record, I'll let the strings on this song speak for themselves...

Charlotte Gainsbourg - The Songs That We Sing

I recently purchased a violin again. It’s a odd feeling to pick it up because i can barely tune the thing properly yet strangely my fingers know exactly where the fingerings still are. My hand doesn't clutch at the bow, it holds it gracefully. Who knows, maybe one day I'll play the violin with ease again. Doubtful though.

1 aka “Fantasia"? by Mollenhauer
2 Forever removing my generic midwest accent and changing my life forever
3 First chair was the only other grade school kid stuck in the Jr. High orchestra... a kid who was snotty and thought he was so much better than everyone else. Granted he was better than the older kids in the orchestra with us but he only barely inched me out for first chair. This kid eventually went to Harvard Law though so I think he wins.
4 See Harvard Law kid in 3.

Buy some: Charlotte

August 9, 2006

The Booklovers

I like to read.

Yes, there I've said it. I read. A lot. On top of the magazines that show up in my mail every week I read literature, sociology, mysteries, history, design books, etc (and I can't forget the Sunday morning thrill of ripping into the Tribune Magazine). I'm actually keeping track of how many books I read this year in an effort to hit 52 (that's a book a week eh?). Yes, I'm that nerdy but wasn't that already obvious? I've loved to read since I was a kid when part of my thrill was the ability to make a diorama instead of writing a silly book report.

Part of my love of reading now can directly be associated with BookCrossing. I know I've talked about this before but BookCrossing has changed my life.

For years now I have always carried a book in my bag. Now that book in my bag has gained a second purpose (like my furniture I'm trying to make everything in my life dual purpose now I suppose). Now I not only have the thrill of finishing a new book but I have the thrill of discovery. I leave the books where I finish them. I've finished a book over my salad at lunch, well why don't you just stay right here on this cafe table? I've finished a book on the el... that empty seat the freed up after Belmont makes the perfect perch.

I love the idea of not only spreading the wealth of knowledge (or more likely silly paperbacks) but the idea of discovery by a stranger. Having a bad day... well look here someone left you a book to chase away those storm clouds.

Not every book I leave on random park benches or newspaper boxes has made it's way into the hands of someone who has logged it, but the few books that have traveled around the world have completely made my day. I left Lamb on an el train one afternoon and the book made it's way to NYC somehow and was last spotted on a bus in Dublin, Ireland.

Books are a joy to me so I love to share the smiles. Be they in Texas or Ohio it makes my heart leap that someone somewhere is making use of something that would normally just sit on a shelf in my living room.

Margot and The Nuclear So & So's - Bookworm
Belle & Sebastian - Wrapped Up In Books
The Divine Comedy - The Booklovers

Buy some: Margot and the Nuclear So & So's, Belle and Sebastian, The Divine Comedy

July 27, 2006

Ten Years Ago This Summer


Photo by Blue Turf

Exactly ten years ago, this was the view I had out my window every morning. I don't think most people know how beautiful Idaho is. Yes, this really is Idaho.

The Divine Comedy - Idaho

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June 17, 2006

"It's Time To Relax."

“We should be taught not to wait for inspiration to start a thing. Action always generates inspiration. Inspiration seldom generates action." – Frank Tibolt

I haven't been writing lately.
(pause)
I take that back. I write quite a bit in my head but it's not making it onto paper or screen. By the time I find myself in the vicinity of paper or screen whatever I was writing is already lost. Then I have those moments I begin to write... teeter off and forget about it. Those are also *quite* common. In the past week alone I have started to write about interns, canine diabetes, people leaving, cleaning up my mind's clutter, Chicago street festivals, and on and on. Somehow these thoughts are never fully realized and just left for dead in my gmail drafts. Oh poor gmail drafts of half baked ideas... one day your insufficient words may be glued together. Maybe not.

My problem is that I feel overwhelmed with life lately. When my life is messy, my mind is scattered. I make my life rather busy and chaotic but then here I sit feeling distressed by its unruliness. When I try to take a break and give myself some time to recharge, other people request things of me and I get snarky. Can't you see I need some time to myself? No, they can't because I never say "nope, i can't help you right now. i am trying to relax." Relax seems to have gotten lost in my vocabulary... even when the events I am trying to manage are in essence relaxing (i.e. busy schedules of meeting friends at street festivals, cafes, bars, etc).

I walked into Small Bar last night to meet up with a friend. As I took in the AC after a longish walk in the 90˙ heat I glanced about for my monkeyfriend. A dreadlocked guy at the bar who looked the picture of leisure approached me and asked "Can I help you? You look way too stressed for a Friday afternoon. You need a drink? It's time to relax."

May 11, 2006

A novel way to unclutter

Some time ago I joined BookCrossing in an effort to a) unclutter my always overflowing bookshelves and b) feel like i was leaving little presents for strangers all over the city. I first felt a little furtive about leaving my books here or there but I've quickly gotten over that and now drop them whenever and wherever. The best part of this process has been tracking where the books go. Granted, I don't actually hear about each book's travels but the ones I do are always fun.

I dropped Lamb : The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal on the eL back in March. It somehow made it's way to New York City. That in itself is rather cool, but now taken up temporary residence in Dublin, Ireland when it was discovered in a Mulberry St. cafe by an Irish traveler.

This detective novel I was given by a friend was left at the bench at the end of my street. It was picked up mere minutes after I walked away by one of my neighbors. Amazingly this neighbor already participates in BookCrossing.

This Illinois literary magazine was left at Argo Tea near Michigan Ave. It was a busy tea shop full of Loyola college students but I figured maybe it would be passed around the dorm for awhile. Two days later it was in Columbus, Ohio.

I hope that whomever picks up my deposited books finds some pleasure not just in the novel but in the experience. A few weeks ago I dropped a book near a bus stop and ended up waiting a few minutes on a nearby corner to meet a friend. As I was waiting an older man walked past me with his dog in tow (actually it was more like the man was in tow)... in the man's hand was my recently dropped book. I didn't say anything because I wanted the process to remain anonymous but I couldn't help but flash him a gigantic smile.

May 2, 2006

Two Minutes in Illustrator

What happens when you start talking home color schemes with other designers? You end up quickly pumping out silly illustrations like this...

January 23, 2006

Got To Write A Letter

I haven't been typing much lately. I am writing, but I have a revived obsession with pen and paper. Whether the pen has been scribbling in my big red book or in letters to friends abroad, there's so much joy to be had in sending *real* mail again.

You can't forget her, You gotta write a letter
She's so clever, and always on your mind
You're gonna have to give her some time
Field Music - Got To Write A Letter

I feel my thoughts take more poignancy when scratched out by hand. I love the feeling of sending a smile off to distant, or not so distant, friends. I love that my musings will elicit a smile for the receiver when delicately recorded on adorable Japanese stationary.

aside: Those people I owe an email to... I will get to it when I can plug myself back into the computer for longer than a few minutes at a time. Promise.

January 16, 2006

Mrs. Henderson Presents

I went with a few friends to see Mrs. Henderson Presents on Friday night. While I thought the whole movie was wonderfully done, I sat mouth agape at the introductory credit sequence. I loved the art deco style, art nouveau influence and CGI. The type choices,the illustration style, the movement... all brilliant. It's so refreshing to see design work with more classical styling turned into something modern. I think we have a lot to learn from artists of the past. I get a little jaded at the modern for modern's sake I see around me in design mags and advertising.






If you have time I *highly* recommend checking out the whole title sequence as created by The Foreign Office. Their website has several other really interesting projects of note as well.

October 18, 2005

Saturday

I started and finished Saturday by Ian McEwan in two days. I had to. With all of McEwan's work I am motivated by the strength of his written word to press on. Just when I think I can put in a bookmark and close the pages, something unfolds on the pages and my heart races. His descriptive prose reaches something within me. The ebb and flow of memories and movement build complex characters that I can almost reach out and touch they become so real.

As noted in many reviews, Saturday is one of the first novels published in a post-9/11 world. This is not to say that the book world stopped turning two years ago, but that not many authors have become comfortable yet discussing the paranoia now in our daily lives. By setting this story on the day millions of Britons marched against the (then quickly approaching) war in Iraq, we, the reader are anxious at every turn. We expect the worst... from the opening moments of a plane on fire over the London skyline to the shadowy situation our narrator finds himself in on a London side street. What one of us doesn't stare up at the sky now and then at the airplanes overhead seemingly perilously threatening to our world on the ground? (Don't worry I'm not giving away any of the plot to anyone yet to read this.) In the course of one Saturday in the life of a seemingly average (although affluent) Londoner, McEwan tackles the idea that fiction can't have a place in the new seriousness of our world.

*****
(5) stars; This is the best book I've read all year.

The unfortunate legacy of postmodern culture is that novelists are practically required to keep an ironic distance from connections with the real world. "Serious" literature must now put quotes around the serious; it's practically an article of faith that fiction be judged on its formal ingenuity. There is no secret as to why Ian McEwan has gained such a large, intelligent and devoted readership. In book after book, and now, especially in "Saturday," he has gone directly against the grain of fashionable contemporary cynicism and proved that a novel can be topical without being either obvious or dogmatic, that a writer can derive aesthetic sense from confronting the world's concerns.
Salon

This being McEwan, the accident eventually hardens into something much darker and involves questions of how humane and civilised men might confront terror to protect things they hold dear. On this Saturday of all Saturdays, such questions carry complex implications. And the answers, in this profound and urgent novel, are never less than surprising.
The Guardian

September 24, 2005

Reviving The Tired

What is that force that draws us to the sounds, ideas and genres we surround ourselves with? Whether talking of genres of music, fiction, politics or more I've narrowed one of those forces down within myself... creating something fresh of the stale.

There is something to be said for the occasional illness. While it makes me a grumpy and quite often pained girl, I do get through some of those books I've been meaning to read. As I finished off my second Jasper Fforde book of the week and relaxed within a bubble bath I realized what I love about Jasper's writing... his refreshment of old ideas. With a vivid imagination and a quick wit he works within constraints known to his readers (the literary world and books as a whole) to invigorate a tired detective genre. There's something exciting about working within memories and known histories that readers have. He doesn't treat his readers as stupid clones but as learned followers.

This seems a common thread amongst all things I enjoy. Whether it's a bright and stimulating reworking of sound, the odd pairing of classic and modern in design or reusing classic literary figures in new and fresh ways... I enjoy the work of people who take something known and add their imagination to meld the known into something outside it's previous boundaries.

My ipod just came upon Johnny Boy on shuffle and they serve as a perfect example. By reworking a Spectorish wall of sound and a northern soul flair with their anti-consumerism ideals and technology they are one of those few bands out there to invigorate music in my mind. It's all about those odd pairings, the new with the old, the imagination it takes to be influenced by opposites that can make my mind go gaga. Alone these elements have been done and done to death. Collected and thrown together they revived the sound and brought with them a new energy.

Think of the Avalanches... by showing up at a DJ gig with six guys behind turntables and crates of records they may or may not have ever heard before, they can create such strange and inspired pairings to make the kids on the floor go absolutely nuts. Sampling is far from a new and excited medium but they bring it to life by drawing from such varied and extensive resources of six learned music nerds instead of just the one or two we are used to. They can make the music aficionados amongst us delirious as they try to flush out "oh my god I know that sample... I've heard that baseline". But it isn't those little bits that makes it all extraordinary... it's the layers of it all that make it unique.

None of these people in their varied art forms are breaking entirely breaking the mold but learning how to meld it. They aren't doing it alone either. Collaboration seems to the at the root of these often genre changing ideas. This whole idea makes me jealous of an old friend who has been enjoying the creative freedom of Fabrica for the past year. By crossing disciplines (film, interactive, visual communications, industrial design, creative writing, music) within the design world the artists at Fabrica create cooperative efforts at various design challenges. They throw it all into the bottle and toss it about to see what the laboratory can come up with. More of the world needs to be like this. We need to be not only explore our own minds and imaginations but those around us.

September 16, 2005

A walk through time

I went on a walk along the Chicago River at lunch. I peered down at my pink and red trainers and black fuzzy sweater and felt myself in a different place. I realized that I bought this sweater a year ago in Copenhagen. One year ago I wasn't walking the common streets of the Chicago loop but the vast wonderland of Kobenhaven's Strogget. I was exploring the shops of Danish design, observing a few students making a movie in the square outside city hall, staring at the wonders inside Tivoli.

I pressed play on my "Scandinavian Melancholy" playlist on my iPod and wandered about oblivious to Chicago's financial district. In my mind I was back in Copenhagen. I was drinking tea at outdoor cafes. I was eating a wonderful meal of fresh salmon. I wasn't here anymore.

I realized that I need to travel more. Once this condo deal is finished and I am back on solid financial ground I am booking myself a flight out of town. Where, when, I don't know. I just know that exploring different countries, international lifestyles and the world at large is one of the few things that makes me feel truly alive.

July 2, 2004

Shiny Shoes!


Courtsey of Barry