This is one of the drawings I make when trying to come up with concepts. I drew the one, then I thought it'd be interesting to see what slightly less organic lines would do to it... I like the result :)
Ta.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
*a matter of geometry...
This is one of the drawings I make when trying to come up with concepts. I drew the one, then I thought it'd be interesting to see what slightly less organic lines would do to it... I like the result :)
Ta.
Friday, January 21, 2011
A little *gayness :)
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Don't eat, don't. ...Eat.
You and I...
We're far too elightend, or at least I'd like to think so, to follow for those silly crash diets or fad weightloss products. We will never fall for those silly, unbearably long infomercials that are constantly challenging us to 'Loose weight now' featuring size 32 oh-so-pleased patrons in their ex-fat-pants.
I mean seriously, we've read the critical theory by Judith Bultler, and analyze the world's every symbol like John Burger. It's obvious that any of the photoshopped-to-death imagery that's ever come out of Hollywood, is nothing but a ploy to keep us unsatisfied with ourselves and therefore keep us is this crazy consumerist rat race. To top it all off, most of us who've ever had parents or grandparent or any older relative, have been told the common knowledge that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder".
So why on earth do we STILL feel so fat??! And why is food so good yet so bad? Is there anyone in the world other than Ophrah Winfrey who can try to make me understand this never ending struggle?
It used to be just women who seemed to have this problem, but lately the best of men have let down the front. So you can't dismiss this as 'just another of those woman's things'. It's a universal collective wheeping... especially when summer kicks in and you realise you didnt quite get down to droppping those kgs. It's a stress you can't even admit you're stressing about (cause there's always either some naturally skinny person, someone much bigger than yourself, or some gym fanatic who's just dying for someone esle to bring up weight so they can gloat about all their gym hours without starting the topic standing around you!) It sucks, which is why I felt I needed to write about it.
I'll tell you a young story. A friend of mine and I had decided to try a certain celebrity's detox recipe. (email me if you'd like to know which one :) lol.) Incidentaly, on the same day, we were expecting some earth shaking, life altering, ground breaking news. You get it right, they were big news. It was obviously a recipe for disaster.
Stress says " OMG you have to eat something for these nerves!". Your consience aka The Fat Police says " Drink some more lemon water, think about Naomi and remember: Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels". ... You're hungry and nauseous at the same time. Then the person from whom we were expecting the big bad/great news from, postponed our meeting. Obviously we ate.
What followed?: The Why!!!???.... The guilt!!... The Death.
Now anyone in thier right mind can tell that the one-million-and-one times we all do things like this is insane. I ended up convincing myself that we had stressed so much, that we must have lost some weight. Then we ended eating, substituting the weight we had lost from stressing. Therefore, in actual fact, nothing had changed. There, I could smile again ... NOT!
THE ABSURDITY! To create rationales like that just to justify putting a piece of hypothetical pastry in my mouth is absurdity. Friends, this needs to stop. I want out. Seriously, I want out, or else very soon, me, you, one-million-and-one others and Oprah Winfrey are going to have very similar biographies! Now I don't think you want that... so let's all come up with a solid, sustainable plan to keep are sanity on and weight off... PLEASE!
We're far too elightend, or at least I'd like to think so, to follow for those silly crash diets or fad weightloss products. We will never fall for those silly, unbearably long infomercials that are constantly challenging us to 'Loose weight now' featuring size 32 oh-so-pleased patrons in their ex-fat-pants.
I mean seriously, we've read the critical theory by Judith Bultler, and analyze the world's every symbol like John Burger. It's obvious that any of the photoshopped-to-death imagery that's ever come out of Hollywood, is nothing but a ploy to keep us unsatisfied with ourselves and therefore keep us is this crazy consumerist rat race. To top it all off, most of us who've ever had parents or grandparent or any older relative, have been told the common knowledge that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder".
So why on earth do we STILL feel so fat??! And why is food so good yet so bad? Is there anyone in the world other than Ophrah Winfrey who can try to make me understand this never ending struggle?
It used to be just women who seemed to have this problem, but lately the best of men have let down the front. So you can't dismiss this as 'just another of those woman's things'. It's a universal collective wheeping... especially when summer kicks in and you realise you didnt quite get down to droppping those kgs. It's a stress you can't even admit you're stressing about (cause there's always either some naturally skinny person, someone much bigger than yourself, or some gym fanatic who's just dying for someone esle to bring up weight so they can gloat about all their gym hours without starting the topic standing around you!) It sucks, which is why I felt I needed to write about it.
I'll tell you a young story. A friend of mine and I had decided to try a certain celebrity's detox recipe. (email me if you'd like to know which one :) lol.) Incidentaly, on the same day, we were expecting some earth shaking, life altering, ground breaking news. You get it right, they were big news. It was obviously a recipe for disaster.
Stress says " OMG you have to eat something for these nerves!". Your consience aka The Fat Police says " Drink some more lemon water, think about Naomi and remember: Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels". ... You're hungry and nauseous at the same time. Then the person from whom we were expecting the big bad/great news from, postponed our meeting. Obviously we ate.
What followed?: The Why!!!???.... The guilt!!... The Death.
Now anyone in thier right mind can tell that the one-million-and-one times we all do things like this is insane. I ended up convincing myself that we had stressed so much, that we must have lost some weight. Then we ended eating, substituting the weight we had lost from stressing. Therefore, in actual fact, nothing had changed. There, I could smile again ... NOT!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The world is a little Wandi-land sometimes.
This is my dear friend Wandi, she's very cute. I plan to take many more pics of her looking as stylish as she often does. It's for a fashion blog we're starting... yes, I've been bitten by the blogging bug. :) Shoot me.
I heart this look plenty, so I'm risking my life putting it up, Wandi may just kill me. Or not.
Ta!
A little here and a little there.
It's weird,
Weird how we all are in such a huffy puffy hurry to grow up when we're little. Then lone behold, we do grow. Disapointment. It's not really all it was cut out to be, never all it threatend to be all along. It lied and now you're stuck at a strange intersection where the world expects you to make DECISIONS.
I'm 22, just started working and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. So to prevent stress related early loss of hair, I've made a DECISION. I will not decide, not for at least the next four to five spastic years. For now I'm going to be a little here and a little there. Thanks.
And that friends, is my long overdue 'hello :)' to the world of blogging.
Ta!
Weird how we all are in such a huffy puffy hurry to grow up when we're little. Then lone behold, we do grow. Disapointment. It's not really all it was cut out to be, never all it threatend to be all along. It lied and now you're stuck at a strange intersection where the world expects you to make DECISIONS.
I'm 22, just started working and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. So to prevent stress related early loss of hair, I've made a DECISION. I will not decide, not for at least the next four to five spastic years. For now I'm going to be a little here and a little there. Thanks.
And that friends, is my long overdue 'hello :)' to the world of blogging.
Ta!
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