Thursday, April 21, 2011

peeling beetroot = stained hands

currently drinking milo and peeling beetroot and my hands are all stained. i love it.
anyway this is just some stuff that i have completed or am working on, the pants i just made recently for myself and for grace, and made them to sell at a market stall i had with laura a couple of weekends ago. which was very successful might i add, i made 250 dollars, which is a good effort for me. however, people only bought all my hideous old stuff and no one even looked twice at the garments i had slaved over [the night before].

what do they say? find your niche. and work with that.
whats my niche? anyway- jacket and pants i designed and made, plus the skirt- dont know if you can see it. and there are some shots of my messy studio. i just thought id include those for inspiration to clean it.
jacket is made of beautiful lamb skin and i special ordered the colour, its padded out in the areas of the essential organs, because i wanted to create something that would increase my chances of survival in the canadian winter hahaha also its my first experience with leather which is why its a bit dodge but i'm going to get better.
i do want to get a photographer to take some real shots of my stuff so if you know anyone, tell them to contact me...

also i need a new haircut and colour. ill post some inspiration soon, any suggestions? and also if your wondering, yes, i am going to start blogging all the time as a distraction to my tiresome call centre life.

drunken scrag

i'm still cringing about this one moment from the other night. i bumped into one of the babes from di$count,<------ they are very cool,.. you get the vibe. anyway, i was a drunken scraggy scrag- i cant remember what i said but i know it was more a drunken fan-club ramble, than actually talking to her on some kind of normal human level. haha oh well who cares?, she probably doesn't.
but you know i've been doing that a lot lately... making an absolute fool of myself when drunk, i think its the switch from beer to vodka or just a boredom so deep that my subconscious is creating unnecessary drama. but nevertheless vodka makes me mental. Eg's include getting in fights, being called a cunt and a prostitute, admissions from deep down, over-familiarity and intimacy where inappropriate, ... i know it just sounds like normal drunk, but this is not normal for me. makes me mellow. back to beer.

i've been digging things up. as you know, i'm taking this year to try to really find what i want to focus on in fourth year. anyway this is some more canadian work, more art direction for photographY inspiration. i love the pictures... somehow my computer is fucking up and i cant resize images so apologies for the hideosity of this post.

and ill leave you with mr dreamy below.
goodnight all.