Monthly Archives: February 2009

My heart belongs to a Dandylion

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This made me smile in a hardcore sort of way. Because, well, a wee bit of dandy-ism never hurt anyone. Just last week, in fact, my roommate quipped that I ought to have a dandy Boy.

Anyway, so I saw this oh-so-dear dandy of a lion while tumbling on Tumblr (more specifically, here)((I’m a little delightfully overwhelmed by all of the awesome imagery I keep stumbling upon)) and followed the breadcrumbs to William Staehle’s Silhouette Master Theatre and I’m kind of in love. Some of them are like Someecards meets Steampunk. Ahem:

I do believe, however, that I love the dandylion most of all.

P.S. Mr. Staehle is also lonewolfblacksheep
P.P.S You can also buy Silhouette Masterpiece Theatre prints.

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Must share the pretty/dangling from the stairs

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Since I just said how much I love spiral staircases. And this one is an especially lovely delicate art-nouveau-y one.

I also really, really love pretty dresses. And trains are fun too.

I’m a fan of the colors; how the coffee/tea-stain brown and soft yellow and Lilly Cole’s red hair bring a nice warmth to the aqua-y blue.

I would LOVE to stumble upon this place.

And:

I would totally do something like this.

print sold here:Tim Walker

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I’d probably be in big trouble if I were in Ecuador

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In case you didn’t know: I’m a color addict.

Which is why seeing this Pantone calendar some months ago by design duo StokkeAustad got me feeling all giggly like a little schoolgirl swept up in her first crush. Each color has a date printed on it, and every day you remove one. This removal makes me sad. I, for one, simply adore this massive swath of color euphoria; disrupting it just may break my heart.

Of course, I also remembered that I pretty much collect paint swatches. They’re kind of my favorite. I sweep into a hardware store and start plucking them one by one, trying to be quasi-discreet, hoping nobody will stop me and start asking questions. Clearly, if I were in Ecuador, I’d be getting myself into big trouble:

(The sign reads, *ahem*: “Don’t take more than two.”)(photo here)

I first started collecting them for their intended purpose, and then branched out into taking as many as I could when I realized how helpful they are when concocting color stories for design projects. Then, darlings, I started decorating with them. In my old place in Delawhere (“The Pomegranate Estate”), I cut them up into their little individual squares/rectangles and created a design on my bedroom door with them (sadly, no pictures). In my little Brooklyn apartment (as yet unnamed) I’ve been using them in their entirety like this:

I’m not sure if it’s done yet; and, sorry that some seem to be a touch wobbly and crooked at the moment, and that the lighting isn’t so hot. I’ve sort of integrated them with photos of “happy places”. It’s kind of my elaborate headboard (the fire and lightbulb pictures are at the ends of the bed) but has been sort of showing promise of working its way over the entire wall. The original plan/general idea was to have the bottom be earthy, ground tones moving up through green grass, tree, and some flowery colors into colors of they sky (and water, too) and into dark, night-y upper reaches of the atmosphere colors. Like I said, likely not officially done (evolution!) and I did sort of toss colors in there, too (because they were needed and/or I really liked the colors and wanted them there *blushes*). It makes me smile pretty much whenever I walk into my room.

… and I still have a rather large pile of paint swatches itching to be used. Hmmm….

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All the scraps of paper

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The other day I managed to dash out of the apartment sans Hubert the iPhone. I didn’t realize I didn’t have my handy-dandy everything tool until I was already waiting on the platform for the L train. Pity for poor Tilly; I’d have to go without.

I missed knowing what time it was (though it really wasn’t a big deal, actually). I missed being able to see my new emails (I love mail). I missed checking Facebook continuously. I had things to tweet! I found pictures I wanted to take! I wanted to know if the temperature had dropped a degree or two so that I would know if I need my extra cardigan before I ventured back outdoors! Of course, I missed a few calls, too.

But. It got me thinking; mostly when during my periodicals perusing I saw a quote I wanted to post onto my newly acquired Tumble account (look how with it I am!), and when I saw a necklace whose designers name I wanted to jot down in my phone’s notebook file, as I often do, to check out later. Because for the quote, I found it immediately acceptible and a natural reaction to write it down on paper. I reached for the notebook I sometimes carry around for random jottings-down and realized it was not there (!), so I used an old unused envelope lurking in my Mary-Poppins style bag.

I wrote down the quote. I wrote down the designer’s name. And then I started pondering the writen vs. the typed word. I like words, and I like to write. I started to ponder about what I write where.

– I have a journal, an other person quote/poem book, a my poem book, and a design journal. I do all these by hand.

– I have this blog (and I’ve had other personal ones, too, in the past), twitter, tumblr, facebook, myspace, flickr, open blank word documents (writing poetry/prose/articles)/mail “drafts” (for jotting down notes), and Adobe Creative Suite. All of these I do digitally. (Naturally)

Some of these I’ve only started doing recently. I find the iPhone handy for jotting things down because otherwise my purse ends up filled with random bits of paper. A spare notepad is handy for those sorts of things; but I already carry around so many bigg-ish things in my bag (the journal, design journal, often a book or two), that I am dubious of adding another. Though sometimes I do anyway. Though continued technology whatnots might change that, as it changes everything. I’ve wondered if I had one of those smaller, skinny, lightweight laptops I’d just pop that open and type everything. I suppose it could be easily organized that way? How many people do that?

And then I worried about handwriting. I like handwritten things. I love snail mail (I hang it on my wall! ((letters, that is – not bills)). There’s something increasingly personal about little hand-written notes. Are we going to become completely digital?

Do you think better when you write with your hands or type with your fingers? It’s probably different kinds of thought, yes? Maybe? I know, I like to be able to type something when I want to get it out quickly because I think I can type faster than I write. But, I like how in my journal, the writing is a part of the story. Sometimes the writing is smaller and neater and close together; sometimes it’s larger and messier and bobbles around the (unlined) pages; sometimes a combination of those. I like being able to add a doodle. Embellish.

Do you like your pictures digitally displayed in albums? Or tangible ones you can hold?

Is it better or worse and where will lines be drawn in terms of what we share online. What people care about.

And:

Can we ever be truly connected and informed and on top of everything going on everywhere. Read all of the news and the blogs and blog it yourself before it’s old news and everyone who’s anyone already knows about it. Does it foster or hinder actual, individual thought? Creativity? Are we going to be too “book smart”; popping out factoids you read about here or there. Is everything speeding up so much that we forget to think, and forget to truly engage in the everyday? (I love the computer, but I also love to wander around the city and people watch, etc)

Or course, the internet and technology helps all of that, too, by making it easier for like-minded people to connect. We tire of mass-produced everything, so we create things by hand (crafty-ness!) and sell them on craft-havens like Etsy.

I just find the ways/changing way/future way we interact with technology to be rather fascinating.

That being said: Have you ever wanted to just reach into the computer screen and start fiddling with things by hand?

Oh. And going off the grid didn’t kill me. Though I did feel kind of (even more) naked when my iPod, Giacomo, died mid-wander.

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Stairslide

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1. I have always loved spiral staircases
2. You can also slide down!

I couldn’t help but ponder them going really all out and making it so you could also climb up (ladder-like)((you could feel all Indiana Jones-y)) and/or incorporate a pole, so that you can slide down fire-person style.

funfunfun!

I have no idea where this is or who made it, I just stumbled on the picture here and thought: yes

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A cardboard house of my own.

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I was most definitely tickled to see this cardboard children’s playhouse entitled “villa julia” by Javiar Mariscal for Magis meant to put together by children (with the help of an adult) and colored in however they choose. It reminded me the “clubhouse” my friend and I built out of a massive cardboard box when we were children for our “Wildcats Club”.

We cut out windows, covered the outside in multiple types of wrapping paper, and the inside with stickers and club mantra type things (we were all “girl power”!-esque). We had a list of rules for entry on our “door”. It was pretty rad, and we had lots of fun squished inside when we weren’t gallivanting around the neighborhood, climbing up trees, challenging the neighborhood boys to water-gun/balloon fights, or working at our street-side “store”/lemon-aid stand/concert hall (also made out of a cardboard box).

This color-in-able one looks pretty neat, too. Certainly more spacious and has a definite “house-y” vibe to it. Looks like an adult might even be able to fit inside? Maybe? I think it’d be an amusing addition to my living room. Actually, some of the local Bushwick-y artist lofts could set up a bunch of them and call them rooms. And, hey! If the economy dives down much more, we can all start living in them. We could have a cardboard house town! Artsy poverty. It’s where it’s at.

But, for kids: never underestimate the power of a massive cardboard box(es), art supplies, and some imagination.  That way they can make a house/clubhouse/rocket-ship/bakery/school/dress-shop/store/recording studio/ etc. The possibilities are endless. And cute.

via Design Boom

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