Today's obsession has been the Marchesa Luisa Casati and 1920's imagery.
"Considered the first female dandy" Luisa Casati had servants guided in gold serve her dinner and walked her pet cheetahs in the nude. Known for her extravagance and torrid love affairs, Luisa was a celebrity in her day. Lady Gaga ain't got shit on this. Stina showed me a biography of Luisa's life last night and I been hooked on searching images of her all day.The woman was fascinating.
I once had a summer that was magical. When did stuff become so regulated? I'm not unhappy. I'm just wishing the air crackled a little more than it does.
This is what happens when I listen to music i met in University and get nostalgic. It is a good tune though.
Oh hai there. Welcome to the 'Lauren is bored" blog. Word up.
I had my second shift at the new job. I've been ogling the clothes, however due to my tight ass budget I can't buy anything :( I've posted some pictures of items that have gone on my wish list.If only I could do a clothing swap, all my old Guess stuff for these. Any suggestions on must-haves? I just can't decide what would be a worth while purchase. Oh one day I will have a career, and it will be glorious.
Also, there's a couple of wicked ass videos waiting for you at the end of this post. I bet I've posted it before.Oh well.
Long long hair, I want you.
On my walk home I slowed down to watch a classic high school fight. Two boys were yelling at each other. Then they started mime light saber fighting. "You will pay!" On yelled as he jumped over a small hedge.
They twirled and twisted around each other.
School yard fights resolved with the force. Wicked, to say the least.
32 Signs you're no longer a hipster. (I blushed a little reading this).
Taken from the frisky.com
You haven’t worn your hoodie in a few weeks. Ditto goes for your trusty beat-up Converse. Those American Apparel ads are starting to creep you out. You can’t remember the last time you read Vice. Or Nylon, for that matter. Last time you went to see a band, you wished: A) you had ear plugs in and B) there was some place to sit. You go to bed before midnight at least five days of the week. You’re not quite sure who Lissy Trullie is exactly. You got a gym membership, and actually go on a fairly regular basis. You’re not hung over right now. You use Facebook to connect with your family. The Selby is not in your place. You can’t remember the last time you checked out last night’s party pics. Fashion people sound like pretentious snobs, whereas there was a time when you didn’t feel this way. Instead of going to boozy brunches, you prefer to do lunch. Seems to you, Kari Ferrell deserved to go to jail. You haven’t a clue who Kari Ferrell is, actually. You went to art school, but you’ve been working a 9-to-5 office job for way longer at this point. You celebrated Christmas and other major holidays. You finally quit smoking. You wear headbands around your crown, not your forehead. You have to admit it, Opening Ceremony is insanely overpriced. You stopped pirating music and movies and pay for them instead. You opened a savings account. You let your blogspot go. You’re not really sure how to buy drugs, not that you would want to. Your hair is all one shade and length. Urban Outfitters feels like the juniors section. You realize the store actually is one big juniors section. You purchased curtains and/or cloth dinner napkins. You are engaged to your roommate. You went to a gallery opening, and actually looked at the art. Instead of the $2 Pabst, you spring for the $6 microbrew from upstate. You own property upstate.
Listen to this. Black Keys -Next Girl. I'm playing it as I type, so maybe it'll help set the mood, eh eh?
Someone recently told me if I spent more time drawing I actually might get good.
"Roy G Biv" Pencil crayon and ink. 2010.
So I drew a little today,this was the first time I've drawn in over 6 months.Then I got bored and photoshopped them all.
Feeling sorta pleased with myself and my work I hopped on the ol' facebook and wrote : "I draw stuff. When I'm not lazy it's pretty good stuff". Of course today is the day my friends decide to actually pay attention to my posts. A string of "Prove it" popped up on my page. "Jerks" I muttered.
So I retracted my previous self horn toot and corrected myself. "Okay, it's just alright". Hence the blog showing off my, ahem, stuff.
Here's the deal, I've always loved making a mess with paints and pencils and markers but I'm lazy. I am the laziest artist you will ever meet. I hate taking the time to sit and really sketch things out, erase and fine tune. It makes my eyes hurt and I find I can't sit still long enough to really concentrate on what I'm trying to create. If I could force myself to really practice practice practice I might be better than I am. "You could have made something of yourself, Lauren". Sigh. Oh well. I just can't sit still.
Without the double layer.
I also have no patience for photo shop. "Wooo neato, neon colours!". "Hey,why don't you try..." "...Nope, bored now". Jack of all trades, master of none.
I guess the whole point was to you know, proooove that I can sort of draw stuff, and it's sort of alright I think.
Let's talk about Amanda Wachob for a minute. She's a New York based artist who does modern, conceptual and abstract tattoo design. I was in awe when I came across her portfolio this afternoon.
http://www.amandawachobtattoo.com/
Have I just missed the boat here? When did tattoos become soft and beautiful like this? It looks as if she water painted across skin. I'm head over heels for her work.
I'd love to get tattooed by her, or have a canvas on my wall (or how 'bout a print since we all know I can't afford a tattoo or a canvas).
Check out her website, her work is really quite beautiful.
