New entry!

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I turned in my painted series on Tuesday (of my dad's old football helmet), and wow, my professor loved them, apparently. I got an A on each of them (three total), and my professor kept them to hang them up in the next show. Thank god, I needed that.

Looking through my closet, I realize I have nothing to wear that I haven't already worn 200 times. Don't get me wrong, I love my clothes, but I have a very small wardrobe actually, and I just get tired of wearing the same thing OVER and OVER again. Hm.

Which obviously means I need more dresses.

Alright, I'm boring myself. Food tonight at my favorite "pan-Asian" joint. Mmmm!

Look familiar?
( That's because it is... )

I don't pretend that I'm a great photographer. I know in an actual critique, my photos would probably be under fire for trite themes, unactivated negative space, among other things. I release my photographs with the hope that taking more pictures will make me better. I am open to suggestions to improvement. But when I upload a photograph, I do believe that I have pushed my photos to their limits. I edit each one with attention to light, depth, and color.

So when someone comes along, crops my images, tints them red, and passes them around without credit, it really makes me angry. Why?
- Because it's hugely arrogant to assume that their own handiwork is better than the original artist's.
- Because I'm the one who composed the image with a specific vision from the very start.
- Because it's MY photograph. Mine mine mine.

That's not to say that I won't accept suggestions on how to make my work better - that's to say that all suggestions should pass through ME, and should NOT be forced upon my work. If I were selling my photographs to a magazine - sure. But I'm NOT. Taking photographs is a therapeutic release for my own benefit, nothing else. So when someone takes my stuff, warps it without my consent, and calls it their own (or no one's at all), that really REALLY makes me angry.

So if you think a picture is too dark, say so. If you think the composition is too boring, has too many dead ends, say so. But do NOT take it upon yourself to edit my photo without permission. It could end up disastrously red and stout, such as this one. The color and crop are horrendous!

HUGE Halloween entry. More to come later.

Thought I'd show you something I'm working on for my watercolor class. Our next assignment is to paint a series, and for mine, I've chosen to do some studies of my dad's turn-of-the-twentieth-century football helmet. Of course this is just the thumbnail, and it's not finished yet! AND I have to do two others - before next week! Oiiii.

Off to sew Marie Antoinette before movie night tonight!

I launched my new blog just a few minutes ago. I'd been waiting until I could register the domain name, and as soon as godaddy sent me a coupon, I decided the time was right.
www.seecreatures.com

I'll still be posting personal stuff here, but photos and whatnot will be on see creatures!

Mark & I liked this photo a lot - it looks like a cheesy 80s glamour shot of Momo, which, combined with her ugliness, is like an old greasy man trying to cover up his stench with perfume. And Momo even looks like an old man! It's not edited at all except for color correction & resizing - she was moving around a lot and this is what I happened to get.

I'm having terrible wanderlust at the moment. Ever since a dream the other night in which I met up with hanaagogo to see some concert (I can't remember the band), I've been dying to drive up to Chicago. Before that, it was LA (thanks to Vanishing Point). I would like to do Chicago in the winter, but obviously that's a terrible idea, so perhaps in the spring. And LA in the summer DEFINITELY around Expo, with a Grand Canyon detour.

Small Picture Post



( You would never guess I had a nice camera )

Oooo hale yes. I'm doing Marie Antoinette, as you guys already know, and considering I'm terrible at keeping my own secrets, and considering I've already talked about it a bazillion times, no.

Anyway, the purpose of this post is to really just vent about my poverty & my love for:

( Lanvin S/S 2010 )

( Yohji Yamamoto S/S 2010 )

( Rick Owens S/S 2010 )

Also, I hate that I wake up this morning, decide that tonight is going to be my ONE NIGHT OUT OF THE MONTH TO GET TRASHED, then I take a nap this afternoon, and my boyfriend wakes me up to say, "HEY, BE OUR DD TONIGHT COS WE'RE ALL ALREADY DRUNK D:" Of course I love my bf/sister/brother too much to say no, but fkdalfad;.

I'm going to treat myself to some socks and tights this weekend. My current black ones have no elasticity and are wrinkling around my knees for the ultimate grandma effect.