this is analog photoshop

After more than 3 weeks of struggling to get my computer restored, I can now finally reconnect with the rest of the world. I am now coping with the reality of having to get my life back together. What a pain it is!

It's true what they say, "technology can make or break you"-- but I say only if you're highly depedent on it. My technology defying experience has taught me a valuable experience for the new year: 1. have a back up, and 2. be more wiser with the use of technology.

things to do for 2009:
1. put together porfolio
2. ebay my pc
3. switch over to mac
4. get external hardrive to avoid being technology broken
5. travel more
6. love more
7. sew
8. put things in place

Miniature Faking

Tilt-Shift Photography Definition:
"Tilt-Shift miniature faking is a creative technique whereby a photograph of a life-size location or object is manipulated to give an optical illusion of a photograph of a miniature scale model...."

Come, let's make our own together.

Boarding for Las Vegas then to Los Angeles, Santa Monica to San Francisco

The extreme repeititve nature of my job is slowly eating away at my life. It seems like I'm trading cell time for the cells of my imagination. I let blank tightly-woven beige lined cubicles enclose me for 8 straight hours. I let my soul slowly desintigrate into thin air in exchange for payday Fridays. Hopefully I will get myself out of this situation and find a place that will let me trade my mind and its ideas instead.

Well, atleast I have my jet-setting adventures with Mr. McLeod to look forward to. Did I tell you? I'm planning a tour of the west coast of this continent. Particulary the states of Narvada--I mean Nevada and California. Imagine: palm trees springing from left and right, flashing lights up and down, warm air surrounding everywhere... nice, I know!

Note to self

With the common use of affordable smartphones and portable electronic reading devices, the regular use of ink pen on paper as a form of recording/communication may be considered one day an old-fashion practise. Really, who writes hand written letters anymore? The thought of recieving one seems so precious doesn't it? Maybe I'll be the only one to do this still.

Remember in math class of elementary school when you practised your additions and subtractions in those light blue grid notebooks.

Then when you got up to a higher grade, the grid boxes got smaller. I wish my mom kept some of my school notebooks. I wonder how well I managed to stay within the lines...

But perhaps I can make up for lost time by capturing some of the present by presenting myself with these lovely oh-so-charming vintage, one-of-a-kind notebooks.

(Somestimes you don't have to write in straight lines.)

i want to see you soon

readers: sorry for the neglect. the creativity drought for thee ms. black & white stripes should hopefully come to end soon... i hope. in the mist of preparing for a "life altering" transition in life, my life itself has taken a staggering halt. kind of like an object spinning on its own axis; it's moving but it's going nowhere.

i don't update this blog enough! i need to keep searching for inspirational sources so i can begin creating. it's what used to keep me alive. it's what keeps me (in)sane! i don't do that anymore. what a shame.

so with that in mind, i'm going to make a promise to myself to update on a weekly basis.

watch out.

i say you all must pitch in and get me a pair of these spectacular specs:

please

please

can i have them?

Slow & Steady Wins the Race Basic Circle Lens in White ($100)

i have learned that i don't place enough emphasis on content. but then again, neither do most people. sometimes image and what we see directly before us only scratch the surface of what is truly there. the saying may be obvious but surprisingly this truth of the matter is not always realized.

for example: people, books, preconceptions, and mostly the media.

ironically, the less time i choose to occupy my efforts and time with popular culture, the more i become an image. one that is unique and distinct to myself. i guess this is how eccentrics can come to be. i become the observed rather than being the observer.

take a look at the ultimate lookbook

you are your own architect

dear friends, i am happy to announce that i have offically commenced a 4-year length long chapter in my life. time for the new and the next i suppose. truthfully, i feel even more lost than when i started.
1. i never liked surprises but now i do as i have learned that you can't be the person to plan everything and if you are, you can't plan every singel detail. no matter how hard you try. as the cliché goes: "life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you're gonna get."
2. you don't discover who you are; you create who you will be.

(pardon me for the abundance of cliché's lately but their attachment of straight-forwardness and wit are a good model for getting messages across).

first and foremost, congrats to mr.vincent on becoming a master & for more masterpieces to come (can't wait!). how did you manage to translate an otherwise over orthogonal fenestrated new yorker apartment into transcending architectural magnificance? bravo.

speaking of congratulating, did i mention that i'm graduating? in less than 15 days? i absolutely cannot wait for my dismissal from academia. it is not that i did not appreciate the experience, but damn, it is about time.

simply beautiful.
ron mueck.

You have to believe.

(here)

indoor "wall climbing" at illoiha gym in tokyo

picture frames. shelves. dear heads.

december calls for a recollection of sorts:

1. a return to hermitical habits

2. a room reno

3. a reality check

4. ... and possibily a wardrobe make over of sorts?

the holiday collection from christian louboutin or balenciaga or THE ROW please!??????

hi friends (& self),

i must truly apologize for the neglecting behaviour descended upon us lately. it just so happens that i have been too preoccupied with a "pretty little thing" whom i've miraculously collected upon my path a few months ago, and whom soon began to collect all my foreseen paths. although i am most grateful for the encounter of sorts, i must remember to stay balanced and healthy in my sights towards the future--meaning that i let only myself hold that telescope towards those stars.
sorry once again.

some so TRUISMS:

a sincere effort is all you can ask; a solid home base builds a sense of self; artificial desires are despoiling the earth; being happy is more important than anything else; being sure of yourself means you're a fool; believing in rebirth is the same as admitting defeat; confusing yourself is a way to stay honest; disorganization is a kind of anesthesia; dreaming while awake is a frightening contradiction; elaboration is a form of pollution; ensure that your life stays in flux; every achievement requires a sacrifice; exceptional people deserve special concessions; expiring for love is beautiful but stupid; extreme self-consciousness leads to perversion; fear is the greatest incapacitator; going with the flow is soothing but risky; good deeds eventually are rewarded; illness is a state of mind; it can be helpful to keep going no matter what; it's just an accident that your parents are your parents; just believing something can make it happen; leisure time is a gigantic smoke screen; money creates taste; morals are for little people; offer very little information about yourself; push yourself to the limit as often as possible; rechanneling destructive impulses is a sign of maturity; religion causes as many problems as it solves; repetition is the best way to learn; self-contempt can do more harm than good; selfishness is the most basic motivation; selflessness is the highest achievement; sloppy thinking gets worse over time; spending too much time on self-improvement is antisocial; stupid people shouldn't bree; technology will make or break us; the cruelest disappointment is when you let yourself down; the new is nothing but a restatement of the old; true freedom is frightful; war is a purification rite; we must make sacrifices to maintain our quality of life; worrying can help you prepare; you are a victim of the rules you live by; you are guileless in your dreams; you are the past present and future; you can understand someone of your sex only; you owe the world not the other way around; you should study as much as possible; your oldest fears are the worst ones

i'm highly addicted to sleep.

i O.D.-ed today.

help.

When was the last time you read a picture book?

Just when all the naked glory of ARTISTS & PROSTITUTES became enough for me, David Lachapelle does it again with his HEAVEN TO HELL. Stop it! I don't think I can fathom anymore of this man's creative photographic genius. So avant-garde, so controversial, so freaking brilliant!

continuing with our theme of public squares in city centres, i present to you from Brussels, CITYSCAPE by arne quinze. the lattice bundle of wooden sticks breaks up the directing sunlight from above to create changing light effects and tangled shadows. it reflects a moment frozen in time. \\ my interpretation: a humanistic nesting ground to foster a city's embrace of artistic creativity. his models seem to be works of art on their own as well. various scribble sketching with pens and markers into a dynamic 3 dimensional illustration. so simple. i see a personal remake in the future...

tracing every crevice on the palm of your hand, i can read a map: take a sinuous right to the beach milky sands

3 words: i love you.

i want so badly to tell them to you.

all people are beautiful

literally, the people of chicago sits in the s-w corner of millennium park. the crown fountain by jaume plensa is a shallow reflecting pool situated between two 50ft glass block towers on either end. these towers project (LED screens) different faces (1,000 chicago residents) peridoically with water spouting out from their mouths--a reference to traditional fountains of mytholoigical beings flowing out water (a symbol of life) through their mouths; because it is the people who make up the life of the egalitarian, political pluralist city.

scenic vista indeed.

( find me )

there are a lot of things that i want to do right now. maybe if i get off my fuckin lazy ass one of these days and actually do these things that i've always wanted to do, then perhaps they would be done so i wouldn't want to do them anymore?


lately, i been allowing myself to wander around aimlessly through the streets--mostly around the more artistic breed corners of downtown. i also finding myself being surrounded by more strangers. (i'm not talking about my "family" this time-- but these are strangers that i've met on the streets, or people that i never saw myself getting along with before). it must be my lack of tolerance for general bullshit these days. sometimes fed by impatience. a way out. a rebellion against condescending institutions, restricting authority figures, and parental guidance. i'm sick and tired of steering in 1 one-dimensional direction.

fairytales from so long ago

a sharp stream of light, directed through a single unaligned blind, beams onto your content sleeping face. awoken on the sound mattress, anchored bare on the creaking, vast-spanning, old hardwood floors, you twist to fit my mold—it glides like the ying to its yang. tracing the outline of your flesh--a familiar touch not foreign to my prints--to the chirping of the wing flapping creatures outside our window, lessening the silence in our room.
we
are
lying
still
through
time.

an eternity surpasses until we are awoken to the empty realization of an unfurnished house. how could we forget, my dear?

Exclusive: maggie-q for LV in Hanoi

MY TO DO LIST:

63. Make an encouraging banner.
62. Make an educational public plaque.
61. Describe your ideal government.
60. Write a press release about an everyday event.
59. Interview someone who has experienced war.
58. Record the sound that is keeping you awake.
57. Lipsync to shy neighbor's Garth Brooks cover.
56. Make a portrait of your friend's desires.
55. Photograph a significant outfit.
54. Draw the news.
53. Give advice to yourself in the past.
52. Write the phone call you wish you could have.
51. Describe what to do with your body when you die.
50. Take a flash photo under your bed.
49. Draw a picture of your friend's friend.
48. Make the saddest song.
47. Re-enact a scene from a movie that made someone else cry.
46. Draw Raymond Carver's Cathedral.
45. Reread your favorite book from fifth grade.
44. Make a "LTLYM assignment".
43. Make an exhibition of the art in your parent's house.
42. List five events from 1984.
41. Document your bald spot.
40. Heal yourself.
39. Take a picture of your parents kissing.
38. Act out someone else's argument.
37. Write down a recent argument.
36. Grow a garden in an unexpected spot.
35. Ask your family to describe what you do.
34. Make a protest sign and protest.
33. Braid someone's hair.
32. Draw a scene from a movie that made you cry.
31. Spend time with a dying person.
30. Take a picture of strangers holding hands.
29. Make an audio recording of a choir.
28. Edit a photo album page.
27. Take a picture of the sun.
26. Design an article of clothing for Mona to crochet.
25. Make a video of someone dancing.
24. Cover the song "Don't Dream It's Over".
23. Recreate this snapshot.
22. Recreate a scene from Laura Lark's life story.
21. Sculpt a bust of Steve.
20. Take a family portrait of two families.
19. Illustrate a scene or make an object from Paul Arensmeyer's life story.
18. Recreate a poster you had as a teenager.
17. Record your own guided meditation.
16. Make a paper replica of your bed.
15. Hang a windchime on a tree in a parking lot.
14. Write your life story in less than a day.
13. Recreate the moment after a crime.
12. Get a temporary tattoo of one of Morgan Rozacky's neighbors.
11. Photograph a scar and write about it.
10. Make a flier of your day.
9. Draw a constellation from someone's freckles.
8. Curate an artist's retrospective in a public place.
7. Recreate 3 minutes of a Fresh Air interview.
6. Make a poster of shadows.
5. Recreate an object from someone's past.
4. Start a lecture series.
3. Make a documentary video about a small child.
2. Make a neighborhood field recording.
1. Make a child's outfit in an adult size.

they found the stairway to heaven:

[Entering the hotel will be a suitably slick experience as golden, bell-shaped chandeliers will welcome guests with dulcet tunes as hyper-stylized portraits (think Tank Girl meets Michael Jackson’s Black or White video) flash up on huge LCD screens and act as a virtual welcoming committee. Inside, the white and gold restaurant and black bar will be lavish in a modern Marie Antoinette style, while the spiral black staircase to the private residences will be worthy of a latter-day designer palace. ]

If I had an attic, this is what it would look like: Cluttered with all assortments of rare pieces of furniture--Could you imagine?:

i follow an upbeat tempo dancing of e's and f's. skipping along—observing the simultaneous motion of my two feet below my nose match the beat that penetrate my ear—i continue to follow deeper into its musical spell. taken down an unpaved path of tomorrow skies, the clouds begin to thunder at my arrival. i look up to see cotton candy clouds dissipate by holes of imperfection. the holes burn with the same second rapidity that acetone washes off nail polish. the clouds quickly disappear as they melt into their liquid form. drops of melancholy wash onto the raw flesh that consumes my forehead. the music stops.

and allows me to absorb change.

now when i look up, all i see is open voidless opportunity.

boy lie:

boy: if you like me
boy: come
boy: you have nothing to lose
me: come where?
boy: come to me
boy: and i will go to you

Get Down (Groove Armada)


Raggaeton Ivy Queen + the Flaming Lips + acid= their love child
hahahhahahahaha! too faqin' cute!
braaaap! braap!

summer tastes like baking asphalt.


summer 2007 collection [DEVASTEE]

The enigmatic energy I once possessed is rare to come by these days.

I am growing in an environment that does not allow for authenticity, creativity or imaginary.

I live in a world of restriction.

I need some inspiration.

I want to surround myself with people who actually exist.

I am getting too comfortable around the colour Black (not good).

Where is the truth?

Where is the devotion?

Where is the heart?

Where is the soul?

Please tell me, how much change for some change?

Went to Kensington Market the other day with the wifey.

[Random] Walked the street scene screened with hobos, bohos, and homos. Passed by the charming stinky cheese store, hippies sipping/swiffing their herbs in humble coffee shops, and loitering hipsters between every other escaping street crevice. Talked about boys, toys, and boy-toys while chomping down on our BK chicken fingers. [/Random]

It was nice.

my mom threw away some of my art work before i got to document them.
i'm pissed!

i was meant to have nothing.

i need something to believe in b/c i don't believe in you anymore

Maybe I should start going to church like most people. I'm tired of figuring how to live life by myself.

Met an old lady on the train today

5 X 4 = she said
(true story)

	(1)	(2)	(3)	(4)	(5)
(1)	She	taught	me	systematic	chaos
(2)	Numbers	are	framework	for	creativity
(3)	Embrace	your	individuality	to	potentiality
(4)	Find	a	balance	that	works

i tell myself the same lies everyday just so i could feel better about myself

lies will end may 3... still that's a lie...

SMS Peeping through random text-messages from complete strangers

This entry was posted on Friday, March 9th, 2007 at 4:24 pm:
babby, if you were here tonnight, i would make love to you. i can’t even sleep thinking bout nothing but you! i love you!

This entry was posted on Sunday, April 8th, 2007 at 4:20 pm:
I just can’t get over how much i am in love with. My mom and sister are talking about wedding stuff in the next room and u are all i can think about. PS. not good when trying to write a paper

This entry was posted on Sunday, April 8th, 2007 at 3:56 pm:
I love you so much, it would blow you away, by the way, there is almost no country song that doesn’t remind you of me. PS. I am so proud of you in general and you can do anything you want to, you are smart, talented, and wise. I love you.

This entry was posted on Sunday, April 8th, 2007 at 11:07 am:
remember when i said i love you, i lied and i lied every single time…cuase the thing is _i love you_ just doesnt capture the true feelings i have for you…

This entry was posted on Saturday, April 7th, 2007 at 6:31 pm:
are u cheating on me? Be honest with me I rather find out the truth. Or excuse me not cheating but lying to me. Please be honest or have found another guy

thank you seclusion, confusion, all my impurities, and insecurities; you perfect me

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A Life (via Sylvia Plath- circa 1960)
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball /This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. /Here's yesterday, last year --- /Palm-spear and lily distinct as flora in the vast /Windless threadwork of a tapestry.

Flick the glass with your fingernail: /It will ping like a Chinese chime in the slightest air stir /Though nobody in there looks up or bothers to answer. /The inhabitants are light as cork,Every one of them permanently busy.

At their feet, the sea waves bow in single file. /Never trespassing in bad temper:Stalling in midair, Short-reined, pawing like paradeground horses. /Overhead, the clouds sit tasseled and fancy

As Victorian cushions. /This familyOf valentine faces might please a collector: /They ring true, like good china.

Elsewhere the landscape is more frank. /The light falls without letup, blindingly.

A woman is dragging her shadow in a circle /About a bald hospital saucer. /It resembles the moon, or a sheet of blank paper /And appears to have suffered a sort of private blitzkrieg. /She lives quietly

With no attachments, like a foetus in a bottle, /The obsolete house, the sea, flattened to a picture /She has one too many dimensions to enter. /Grief and anger, exorcised, /Leave her alone now.

The future is a grey seagull /Tattling in its cat-voice of departure. /Age and terror, like nurses, attend her, /And a drowned man, complaining of the great cold, /Crawls up out of the sea

quiet velvet lips speak to me softely without words
pellucid brown eyes are my guide
i've found perfection when it is personified

with you
i am different
unorganized
undone

unaware


misplaced

missing





gone

no pants anyone? courtesy of MK OLSEN

the norn doesn't exist when you're filty rich--neither do pants.

oh mary-kate O. i heart you.

hello friends,
i live under a bridge.
however; after the river rises, i will be out and about.
come back when the weather gets warmer.
and expect to find personal updates on a trip to europe,
and more visually orgasmic posts of course.

take care for now.

My Architect (PG)(* * * *)

A story of public buildings and private lives, My Architect is a film of discovery, a son's painstaking yet urgent search for a way of understanding his father. It was made by Nathaniel Kahn, a child of one of the 20th century's most celebrated architects, Louis Kahn.

Kahn died suddenly in 1974, working furiously and half a million dollars in debt. He collapsed with a heart attack at a New York station. His body lay unclaimed in the morgue for three days.

The film is an account of his quest to understand Kahn both as architect and father. His longing for his father is palpable, but there's a curious mixture of openness and restraint in the way he presents himself and his emotions. And, in the end, it's his relationship with Kahn's work that emerges most strongly within the film: the subject is not "my father" but "my architect".

(ARCHITECT(S)/(TURE) NEVER REALLY DIES)

exactly on 11 MONTH- 11 DAY- 11 HR

.... light will stream on the original tomb of the unknown soldier.




-Canada's new War Museum by Raymond Moriyama (Ottawa, CANADA)





& & & & & & & & &

a drop falls into this water in Memorial Hall once every 20 seconds, the breathing cycle of meditation.

fuck, when is this thing going to be completed?

The Michael Lee-Chin Crystal galleries and public spaces (restaurants, retail, special events) will open during 2007.

mix&mingle on beverley