Because of the fervor at my new job and my desire to fit in, I have become re-acquainted with Project Runway. This season, I am particularly enamoured with this real deal freegan designer named Fabio. I hope he wins. Keep the downtown dream alive, man.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
When was the last time you found out about something, and thought "Oh my god I have to know everything I can about this as fast as I can I want to eat and drink this oh how can it be possible!" Maybe you are so excited that you are thinking in typos. You wish you could afford the book about it, but even used copies on Amazon are expensive.
On Friday night I went to a really good party. Parties like those seem few and far between lately. So thanks, Antonio. While I was there, having a blast, Laurel told me about Razzle Dazzle ships from World War One (I guess she thought of this because I was wearing so many patterns at once). Apparently, during WWI, war ships were painted with these OUTRAGEOUS patterns in order to confuse the enemy. "How big is that ship?" "What direction is it moving in?" These are the questions the enemy might presumably ask. This bonkers and beautiful theory was invented by one Norman Wilkinson of the UK. By the time it reached the US, female art students at RISD were asked to paint the boats. So, I am having a pattern-based Providence-located major kinship moment.
I feel like everyone knows about this already. Did you?
Saturday, August 4, 2012
George got 20. I got 37. Seemed like we were doing pretty well until we counted it all up. How 'bout you?