this is a spot by tbwa/chiat/day for apple, called ‘photos every day’. the craft is fantastic, and there’s some subtle, unusual attention to detail in it.
Great analysis of the cinematography behind the Apple ad. Lots of other people in tech industry try for this sort of thing in their advertising these days, but it usually ends up feeling cloying and twee. Apple just gets the feel right in subtle ways.
I need to listen to the worst possible music in order to be productive and I think that the dude across from me at this cafe just glared at me because my Drake (streamed on Youtube no less!) may be too loud.
Give cupcakes to Dylan when she comes home from Scotland and/or Montreal.
Have Dylan take my picture so I can use it on my blog and twittah because I don’t know how many MP my iPhone camera is packing but it’s not enough for a professional looking image.
Continue writing erryday.
EXCEPT: since I’ve been so good at writing diary style stuff, try to branch out and write more article/opinion piece type things.
Buy running shoes. Need to keep those endorphins flowing.
“Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands, they just don’t”
I learned how to pitch articles a couple of years ago. You know how they say that for every hundred jobs you apply for, you’ll get interviews for ten? Welllll, that’s a favourable number compared to online publishing. The pace of links and pageviews and pure, raw content is dizzying and it’s going to take a lot to get my foot in the proverbial door but I’m practicing my hardest until then.
Finally figured out what I hate about Carey Mulligan’s Daisy. Her eyes are too damn wide and soft and open. She looks like a fucking doe. You want to reach out and stroke her cheek, tell her that everything will be okay - past the point when she’s revealed to be a sycophant.
The Daisy in my head has eyes that narrow all too easily. Cruel ones, eyes that turn up at the corners as she smirks and simpers.
“Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art.”
Nicole Andrijevic & Tanya Schultz is an art-duo who takes sugar, pigment, polystyrene, wax, modeling clay, paper, plastic, found objects, wire, beads, glitter, and almost whatever else they can get their hands on to create a literal Candyland in the middle of the gallery floor.
What made me think that I couldn’t be happy in London? I thought that once I returned to the city I grew up in and skinned my knees in - that I would be fine. Dandy even. I didn’t expect to do the thing that you’re supposed to do when you go away to university.
I made new friends - something I hadn’t had to do since kindergarten. The circle of girls that I’m closest with in Toronto wasn’t self selected. It’s just crazygoodfortuitous that we happened to stick with each other. However, once I went to small town (fine, it’s a city) Canada, I was able to get to know people based on common interests. I still talk to people who I met in residence. I made fast friends with the coolest, most capable, most international editor supergirl and she encouraged me to write like my heart was on fire and I did. The above photo was taken in her apartment sometime during the three month period early in the year when I wore my hair straight all the fucking time. I’m drinking red wine from an Office mug, I’m wearing tights and a too-short dress, I’m eating a muffin. I wasn’t as miserable as I thought I was.
It bears mentioning that I also made the best of friends out of an alliterative team: Jake and Jones. But I don’t think that I could ever sum those two up. They mean too much to me.