color me in

I’m drawing some “ladies in love” and free-association romantic doodles for Seventeen Magazine. It’s a feature on “Forbidden Love” inspired by the Twilight book series. Vampires = so hot right now. Weird.

They want something art deco (not goth) and that is what I’m feeling. Found the most amazing collection of reference on flickr. Cute!!

Rhiannon Mars

Busy drawing lucha libres and sombrero wearing chickens for a client. I will show you later. For now, you get a doodle I drew while on the phone with my boyfriend. Please note all the hearts. I am totally teen!

I’m pulling reference for my new apartment from “The Boy Friend” and “The Great Gatsby.” Twiggy and Mia Farrow star in each, but the films are more noteworthy for their deco costume and set design. They occupy that point in the late sixties and early seventies where fashion (drop waisted dresses, Biba, et al) was channeling the jazz age decadence.

I think Lyell’s last collection may be responsible for my current obsession which now includes intricate lace, white wainscoting, chesterfield couches, pale pink silks, and mirrored furniture.

photos of the boyfriend originally from borisday on flickr

I’ve been a tad m.i.a. this week because I’ve been:
1. packing up my old apartment (it never ends)
2. painting the place (this took way longer than it should of)
3. finding a subleter
4. freelancing
5. getting yelled at multiple times by my new landlord
6. finishing my Fulbright application

The last one is a hoot because I had given up after someone at Konstfack said they didn’t want to offer a letter of affiliation. Still not quite sure why. So I didn’t meet my school’s deadline last week and figured that was that. But tonight they sent me an email imploring me to submit by the midnight deadline.

So much for having my parents and my editor friends look over my handy work and iron out the kinks. I literally whipped up an edit and submitted it with four minutes to spare. I figure I have nothing to lose at this point, and if I don’t get it… well, it was a last ditch effort to squeak by. Who knows!

Bryan Fisher created this double page ad using my Mountain High artwork. I think it’ll be appearing in Transworld Snowboarding or something. It was loosely based on my “Killing Moon” art but reworked to include LA’s “cityscape” and a freeway with wonky cars leading up to the snowboard covered mountain.

The whole campaign is about the resort being “fun” and “a party” plus, close to LA so you can save coin on gas. Works for me.

Very Blair-inspired illustration for my friend John’s website. Not sure which color combo is best. Drawing more assets and icons today.

Rebecca and I just had our photos taken for a Keystone Design Union NYC Creatives book. It’s supposedly an “immense book that aims to portray New York’s creative scene as a single, cohesive cultural force” featuring people like Au Revoir Simone, Mark Ronson, people like ALIFE, the Sartorialist, and I guess Rebecca and Me. Phil Knott said he’s been shooting several people a day for five weeks- definitely sounds huge.

I found these 1930’s metal animal doorstops on Ebay. I’m sort of obsessed with the idea of getting some animal (in particular, that bunny) to keep me company.

New apartment means new furniture. I’m subletting my current place and keeping it furnished. The new place is hopefully going to have a feel that’s part Great Gatsby and Lyell lookbook (faded floral wallpaper, silk camisoles) (would that constitute Hollywood Regency?) meets London 1968 + some knotty wood and some of Charley Harper’s color palate. In my mind it all makes sense. I just don’t want it to see too precious (or in need of dried flowers and twenty cats)

I’m looking into installing wainscotting and beadboard, scouring ebay for vintage wallpaper, old cuppboards, and loveseats. Last night I painted half the rooms pale yellow and petal pink. Today it’s finishing up the rest.

I want these

Watched William Klein’s “Who Are You, Polly Magoo” last night. There are plenty of scenes with interesting shots, memorable fashion moments inspired by Paco Rabane, and lots of cute girls in mini dresses. But all and all the film is a bit of a bore.

Some scenes, in particular the one involving “chimney sweeps,” plenty of ripped newspaper, and a mussed up Diana Vreeland inspired character, reminded me of the finale of Chytilova’s “Daisies.” And the whole premise and I suppose point of the film (a satricial and negative view of the “empty” fashion industry) reminded me of Chytilova’s first film about the modeling world entitled “Ceiling.”

Polly, our Brooklyn-born French expat channeling Twiggy, is cute, yes. But it’s hard to sit still for anything this long with all the bad dialog and boring subplots even with Peggy Moffit cameos and epic eyeliner. BUT! I’m posting some stills nonetheless.

I figured my run parties was over till Rebecca’s event tonight, but Leti called and convinced me to go to the city. I wasn’t wearing anything fancy (a grunge mini floral dress from Ebay, some beat up white sandals and a studded bracelet) but figured it was a Target party, it couldn’t be all that fancy, no? Whoops.

Red carpet, photographers furiously taking pictures of someone famous, fancy wares for cheap, kettle one cocktails in blue Greek coffee cups, adults in high heels. I scored these Sigerson Morrison heels for 37 dollars and promptly put them on in the midst of the madness and wore them the rest of the night.

We headed around the corner to Bill Cunningham’s event at Bergdorf’s and the Upper East Side fancies were in full effect. With lots of characters milling about that proved as house entertainment. There was an interesting mix of valet bike parking, Iris Apfel, Mr Mickey, Lynn Yeager, woman in slinky dresses and blow outs, 2000 dollar outfits, and old women with crazy blush and kooky hats and socially awkward dudes with questionable sexualities in all mint-green suits.

All the delicious food was street vendor themed (mini hot dogs, kebabs, roasted nuts, teeny tiny falafel, ice cream squares) and served by waiters on silver platters that came around and could smell a desperately hungry pleeb at 50 paces. By the end of the night they knew to make a beeline to us as we gobbled down our fancy snacks and loudly chatted with women about the cutest puppy of all time and our new shoes.

Then it was on to a party for Kai from As Four. Except we had been told it was a “tie party” while at Bergdorf’s. We got turned down at the door only to be waved right in minutes later when we showed up with my friend Rocky. More free drinks. Me knocking over champagne glasses, talking to bitchy women that might have been men, meeting a fabulous old lady named Keren who I bonded with, hanging out with 50-something Jewish tennis instructors and 23 yr olds who name drop Philip Exeter Academy and their mom’s summer house in Maine and were trying SOOOO hard. Leti was convinced it was some Talented Mister Ripley shit. Probs. I dunno, it was drunk bananas.

My crew convened last night to check out Samantha Pleet’s Seasons of Wonders. Wowch djed, lots of free drinks were had, and before heading over to Deerhunter’s show, we accosted some Daily Candy girls about their Target Bullseye Bodega bag (complete with rad Sigerson Morrison pumps for 30 bones). I need a pair.

Judging from the photos, the whole installation reminds me of Reas, Twist and Espo’s “Street Market” at Deitch a few years back. Or Warhol’s and Billy Apple’s work in the ‘64 exhibit “American Supermarket.”

Target:

Deitch:

Thursday my studio mate and friend, Rebecca, is having a presentation for her spring collection at Bowery Electric. That’s Lesley and Greg’s 90’s Night “Loser.” Hopefully it will be epic because it’s certainly been a lot of work to arrange. I got in trouble with my landlord for helping shoot this postcard. Rushing to get them printed (black ink on metallic paper), she’s been struggling to find liquor sponsors and models for the event, and trying to do everything for free or cheappppp.

here are the event’s deets: turbow presentation

But it’s starting to come together. Leo Fitzpatrick will be djing, and she has all this rad custom candy that PapaBubble gave her and some other goodie’s like Carlen’s Jewish Rosaries. We’ll seeeeeee

Saturday was insane. James, Leti and I managed to squeak into three fashion shows and caught Charlotte Ronson, Andy and Debb, and Karen Walker. Annabelle Dexter Jones and Daisy Lowe walked in Ronson’s show and had to be the most awkward “models” I’ve ever encountered. Anyway…

I’d never heard of Andy and Debb, but I knew they were represented by Seventh House PR and they’d be worth checking out. Their clothing was amazing. All these pleating details that surprised you (often in the back of the dress so you can’t see it on any of the runway pictures), beautiful lux pale pink and cream fabric intricately draped, and gorgeous models with windswept hair held together with pins. Here are some of my favorites:

After braving the hurricane, we recharged with an episode of the Kardashians and some biography channel and got dressed up and headed to the Charlotte Ronson afterparty at Country Club complete with Nicole Ritchie and Joel Madden spotting. A stranger told us to try our luck at Mark Ronson’s birthday party nearby at Beatrice Inn. So we headed over, two hidden bottles of Grey Goose in our bags, and stumbled upon the most intense cabal of fancy people I have ever encountered.

As we sat at the bar in disbelief, Kirsten Dunst ordered a drink next to us, Mary Kate Olsen chatted with friends, Tyson Beckford and his brood stepped inside, Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson held camp on the dancefloor, and then there was Kelly Cutrone, Annouck and Jacquetta Wheeler, Sean Lennon in a top hat, Alexa Chung and her boyfriend from the Arctic Monkeys, and we met Seth Rogan from SNL. And of course Mark Ronson. I feel totally teen reporting this but it was sooo ridic. I forbid Leti from taking pictures lest we be kicked out, so there is no evidence!!

Finishing up this acrylic painting on plexi. I’m thinking some of the areas will be left clear. At first I was dissatisfied with the off-register quality that resulted from painting on an easel, but some friends seem to like the distortion. I’m on the fence.

I’m going to play with this technique and try creating some with semi-transparent paint and mounting diecut vinyl shapes. Eventually they’ll all be mounted on lightboxes so they appear to be illuminated stained glass.

The new apartment has closets in the bedroom and dining room each covered by flimsy white sliding doors. They desperately need some flair, but there are so many options I’m stumped.

1. Painting the doors an interesting color
2. Hand painting or stenciling patterns
3. Creating a mural
4. Covering them with my own wallpaper design via Wall Collection
5. Buying some of the pre-made stuff

From Walnut Wallpaper, Jonathan Adler, Graham and Brown, Geoff Mcfetridge’s line Pottok, Flavor Paper and Places and Spaces. Other cool brands I discovered but don’t think are for me: Louise Body and Palace Papers. The window films (image 2 and 3) might be great idea for the bedroom and bathroom window.

Just some assets for a website I’ve been asked to draw. Remixed.

This is way too cute. I don’t need a water bottle or a bento box but I am weak… especially for “french girlish mood” and “today is so fine day!!!” journals by Japanese Zakka designer Shinzi Katoh.

Great for Cram Cream, Milimeter/Miligram, and Sugar Pine Beauty lovers. And those who won’t be traveling to Tokyo any time soon.

Available at : his website and online shop