NEW YORK, NEW YORK- brooklyn baby

Alright, so I haven’t posted in ages.

I put it down to the fact that I’ve been to busy with life [and also because my housemate doesn’t have wifi yet. and yes, it is killing me. Im sitting in Starbucks at the moment using their wifi and I’ve been here a really long time, partly because their wifi is so goddddammmn slow (im frustrated)]

I went to New York and now I’m in Toronto, which here is pronounced, “chruno”

So I’m now reminiscing. New York was, hmmm, I don’t really know the word. Something like.. amazing, incredible and beautiful. My intense jetlag couldn’t even get me down. 14hours difference. And my flight – ooh god- I forgot to tell them i was a vegetarian, so I didn’t eat for about 30 hours. Or sleep, because I was in the middle seat next to two huge hippo people who couldn’t help but overflow over the armrests. Shudders. I might just stay here based on the fact that I never, ever want to do that flight again.

I didn’t do hardly enough in New York but it was still amazing. Even when I was hungover, atleast I was hungover in new york, but I really want to go back for my birthday… because I’ll be legal. Which will make my time significantly more enjoyable. I’ll go back and see more and never leave.. because there wouldn’t be enough time in my life to explore.

i caught alex offguard for this shot.. she should really look into getting some more make up

good to see they're supporting the local talent.

there was a lot of this stuff going on.
vintage shopping in Brooklyn.

so many timberland boots in so many different styles and sizes...

all the good eats are hidden behind mysterious garage doors.

we walked from Manhattan to Brooklyn

i will post again. but for now i need to get out of starbucks... i think my eyeballs are sweating coffee.

i always feel really weird after assessment. like there's a weird quietness in my head. i was so highly strung. i still am though, i cant relax yet, i'm still feeling really weird. i'm probably going to get the flu, thats what usually happens after assessment.
assessment went quite well i think they appreciated the work and stuff. Mats said, "im interested to see what comes from your work in the future" and that i clearly design from my heart but he doesnt know if Cornel [my client] would wear it.

I tried to argue my case by saying that Cornel appreciates things with a story and things with personal sentiment and if i could communicate how much this whole project meant to me that maybe he would be able to break free of his clothing boundaries.

but i did design 'from my heart' anyway so i'm quite happy, whatever happens.

why do they wonder why i never get bored?

apparently this girl is finnish/french and thats what i want to be. im going to go to finland and get knocked up by a french man.
its been a long time since ive posted anything. i guess i was sort of bitter about the whole project in the end. the feedback we received was a little lacking. and although Mats has a lack of emotional connection with the word 'fail', it seemed to come up a hell of a lot. i believe that nothing about the project was a failure because we succeeded in creating a message that unwanted things and garments can be reconstituted and be reborn, so to not be wasted. he believed many people failed in acheiving the personailty part of the project because our personalities wouldnt wear our final garments. BUT i believe that if the personalities had more of an input in the process and had watched passion and excitement behind them, that would be different. anyway apparently the exhibition is up, i might go and visit it tomorrow and take some shots. oh the other thing is that he refused to use any of our ideas that didnt use the swensk fabrics. hmmmmm, i guess so not representing our whole project but moreso their own brand. i dont know.. ?

wasted

i need a bit of this. - after assessment. after assessment...

the pant. ive lost my mind.

ok with the fear of assessment and imminent death approaching, ive got myself a job, written several songs, made a vestpack and completed the pant. ? i think i also died somewhere in there. [please note when i say write a song i mean play the keyboard and sing in a humiliating way, also ive been experimenting with garage band]

these are the final shots of the pant. or i should come up with a better name. perhaps, something along the lines of death and destruction. ill look further into it. so the photos were taken by Viktor Nillson and the model is Jesper the one true love of my life for doing this, in the middle of having his end of semester celebration beers. he is now in Sweden. actually i think they both are? i don't know. irrelavent hannah. blllg. i need to get off this piano, now.

vest pack

i wanted to invent something. but this is more an amalgamation garment.
a vest. and a backpack.

presenting: the vestpack.






This is just a mock up sort of pinned together and kind of crooked.

oh winona.

im having a winona moment because my bro is making me watch the crucible for his school project. not that its a good movie, its not. but she is the coolest.

reality bites

beetlejuice

with johnny

amazing

latex bra

mustard suit.

edward scissorhands

where ive been- wankfest.

well, i have been in mental town for a while now working on this project for concepts of sustainability. i have almost finished my first garment- which is weird for me because i cant remember a time before the garment... more explanation on why it took so long and what its about is coming. im tired right now.

this below is a book explaining my 'process'. arg. so wanky. awkward. night.















ill put more pictures of the pant up soon, this was just pinned on the mannequin as you can see, but i have almost completed them now so i will put more pictures.

4 for fourth

the fashion fourth year fundraiser was double denim themed. i may have gotten a little outrageous with a lot of people i half know. but it was great fun. the dancefloor just looked like a moving blue sea of denim. i wish more people had gone all out, but there were some good outfits there. we ended up getting kicked out of the bar at 1, dancing and singing with dan playing the piano accordian. and a wild bunch of double denim'd fashion students roaring down the alleyway. a few other things on the agenda. ive been wearing tops as pants. im into it, i think we could possibly eliminate the need for pants in the future. im still working on it. give me time. and i cant be bothered blurring my face anymore, it was just so people werent like, eugh shes so self obsessed look at all these pictures of her face. im over it.

me and rach looking like young skinheads.

a boombox is not a toy

F U C K T H E C O N C R E T E

so the G9 fell out of my backpack and smashed onto the concrete. i ignored it for a while. grace turned it on: "is that normal?" 

it wasnt.

its broken.

i called canon. assholes charge 250 dollars to get the screen replaced. im never going to have that. so i put it on here. if anyone wants to make a donation for the cause of this blog. please do. i might even have a block party and invite amazing bands and everyone can dance in the moonlight and laugh about the time my camera broke. 

?????????????????????????????????just do it......