Design about 'Me'

An interesting article about designers who use themself as the focus of their work, and what this means.

Died Young Stayed Pretty

We were given the opportunity to watch this film in full last year in uni. It is a great documentary showcasing some fantastic underground poster art, a scene which went mostly unpaid and centered primarily around music. I absolutely loved the styles upon first seeing this film.

Daisy Gam

Brighton graduate Daisy Gam has drawn a series of images on 50's erotica, among other things. Her illustrations are really impressive, and the content is brave and of a slightly uncomfortable nature, considering her gender. Perhaps.

See more on her website.

Homemade cameras

David Smeulders has been obsessed with photography all his life, and decided to start making his own cameras. Some of the results are really quite intriguing, such as the above image. His website: http://www.koudzweet.nl/

Skream - Listenin' to the Records on my Wall

No CGI, just a lot of time consuming video in studio...

Video director David Wilson had the following to say on the use of entirely manual techniques:

"...what you can achieve in CGI is mind-bendingly realistic. However, I really enjoy the challenge of working physically. I love the aesthetic, but I also really enjoy the energy it creates on set."

(source: http://www.dontpaniconline.com/magazine/film/a-video-of-biblical-proportions)

Stuart Semple

Free Range

Don't Panic article

Free Range: Art

creative talent of graduate students

and of course the free range website

When in Croatia

These photos were hung on the wall in our first hostel in Split, Croatia. I think the way they are hung so casually on string and clothes clips is great - so low key but it works nicely with the relaxed theme of the photos, which are photographed such that they appear more flat, almost painterly. The style and colouring give them a peaceful glow.
Unknown photographer, unfortunately.

Tree furniture

I was at work yesterday - a summer job landscaping. We were mowing for most of the day....we were quite behind. In one garden, I noticed a table outdoors, made from a huge tree stump rooted into the ground, with a great slab of trunk resting heavily on top of it to create a very sturdy, natural looking piece of outdoor furniture. It was amazing. We learnt that the owner's brother in law did a lot of this type of work, and had worked alongside Vivian Westwood in the past. I did not take a photo due to lack of camera, but I found this image on the internet which gives an indication of what it looked like.


This piece led me and my friend to think about an idea of creating chairs entirely from tree roots. We discussed how we'd go about experimenting, creating moulds for the roots to grow into, and such on the van journey home, thinking that this had the potential to be an incredible entrepreneuring idea.
Alas, I have just made a quick search on Google, and it looks like plenty of people have already got there first. Dang.


Still, they are beautiful pieces nonetheless, and I want some.

'Art for hearts sake'

'Rolo Tomassi - Cosmology' album lyrics

Absolutely loving the new album - beautiful music staggered with thumping hardcore metal, the smooth angelic voice of Eva, contrasted with her violent screams, intelligent writing and harmonic composition. The band recently posted the lyrics on their tumblr blog after a mix up with the CD release. They are beautiful.


Agamemnon
Quick to draw, not like before
With these new habits, in old haunts
And no lines are left because they’ve all been said before

Arrive to deceive, captured in reverie
Are you taken aback? Because I’ve heard some vicious rumours and some shameful facts
And with no dismay, warned not to outstay your welcome.

Out of luck when you’re weighed up
Take responsibility for what you mean then what you say

It’s a pain that feeds on an intolerance of this
The unfair nature of some,
Fighting a losing battle but I won’t go without an explosion.

House House Casanova
Left in the dark with nothing to hold
Backing away from a following march
Out of my grasp
Out of control
I’m watching you fade
Everythings distorted
Out of my head
Out of context
Nothing is peachy nothing is perfect
Different eyes are staring back
Nothing is peachy nothing is perfect

Party Wounds
Smashed glass proceedings
Wide open party wounds
Tasteless movers and shakers and candlestick makers
I’ve watched from afar and I’ve led the processions of faint heart believers and sons of the night

What did you want to learn?
A scale of notes that could drown out the world or put off what’s been on your mind
Forever never seemed so long at the time

Our sense of adventure only ever outweighed by these perfectly scripted desires
Such horror, mischief and desperate decadence, tall tales from the lips of liars

But when that beat drops, beat drops, beat drops, beat drops
Well I’m back to where I was before
I’ve been low, low, as low as I can go but when I feel it I’ll still hit the floor

Pull up the flowers
Salt the earth

Oh my stars!
With scars, scabs and everything inbetween
How can this be?
Jaded but serene

Unromance
What say you we talk this over?
Well honey you are in fine shape but out of practice
These simple acts are carried out with circumspect and I am perplexed

Indulge my need of delicate elocution
With some deluded affection
I’m sharp you’re trivial at best
Exploiting your edge

So talk yourself down to the gutter
Because this is the answer
The profane ain’t profound my dear
The truth is I’m prior to engagement

It’s recognition (on the record, off the QT and lush)
It’s the same beat in different songs

Tackled to the ground
Drowning in comfort
Suffocating smothered
You say you can see through me but you’re not even there

French Motel
There is no good
Shake your head at me and I’ll shake mine right back at you
Disappointment isn’t a desire of mine
Plagued with fragmented thoughts of why?
Too shameful to describe
With weary assurances I sit by
And await no reply
There is no good
(Digesting the oldest fucking trick)
Catch me if you can
Dipping in and out of disgust
(Smirk at the disadvantage, I know I did)
Try to keep up

Now let us convince
There’s no desire
There is no desire
Now let us convince
Where is your desire?
There is no good
There is no goodbye

Kasia
Enchanting ourselves and trying to preserve
The signals we transmit through fingertips
It does not do to dwell on dreams
Desperately seeking to find something real
The hours are lingering losing momentum
Dismembered a memory of what once was close to me
Enchanting ourselves and trying to preserve
The signals we transmit through fingertips

Though
Without a doubt, I am complete
This is unbroken, there’s no defeat
I am not abandoned, we have belief
I am blessed

To hold tight and fight
Following all our own advice
Treasuring time, as time well spent
No distance will disturb this
Gathering the pieces
Making the montage

Sakia
I’m bringing it down now.
Ripping it down from corner to corner
Tearing the flesh then running for shelter
Nothing has mattered as much as this
Losing it now, dazed and addicted

Lashing out for, something real
Hanging by a thread, pulling myself up again.

Mirror, mirror on the wall
I’m a liability if there ever was one
Well the devil likes them young

I always knew it was going to be like this
Dragging myself back
Sit back, relax, this is my mask
I’m the queen of all you see you can never win with me
Figure it out, deal with it because I am feeling cruel

Tongue In Chic
The truth is repulsive, utter imperfection
Impulsive urges carelessly lain on the unsuspecting victim
Gracefully tear open the vulnerable
Vicious thoughts carried out with a dormant mind

Tell me what you see, because these eyes know
Tastelessly disposed with no remorse

When you come to point your finger
Now you’ll find all 4 are pointing back
When speeches are worthless and thoughts are senseless
Hushed voices drown you out

Listen to me when I say I am not afraid to say this
Exposed for what you are, you are numb and void

And I am sick to death anyway
Always amounting to apology
When you are proven guilty
Yet allowed to move freely
Now I am seeing clearly
Oh now how the plot thickens
As I am crawling like a fog
Then away I drift
Not only dismissed
I swear I quit

Cosmology
A romance to bleach the soul
A restlessness beyond my control
We love to rot and rot for love
And history repeats and haunts us
Is it enough? It this what you were thinking of?

Sometimes it’s threadbare but you know I’m still here
Same mistakes forever but you know I’m still here
With memories best left to neglect

Trying to banish these thoughts instead of them following me, broken into some already structured symphony

I’m lost but you know where I’ll be found

Tell me what this means to me.
Speak freely from your heart.
Art for hearts sake.

LCD Soundsystem - Girls

Love this video, so raw, improvised. Tis' great.

Andrew Zbihlyj

The use of lines, splodges - so much energy.

Sabrina Ward Harrison

I like the content in this video, but im not so sure about the production. Also, her handwriting is inky and loose:


Reminds me a little of Alan Fletcher's handwriting, which I also think is great:

Stuff That I Like (STIL)

STIL is my sister blog that I have created to document and list work that I find inspiring, interesting, clever, intriguing, beautiful, etc etc, as I come across it. It is as a separate blog for the reason that I did not want to mix it with my stuff, although reviews and such will still be posted through that site. This is instead mostly name dropping, with images and videos, and perhaps a comment on it.
Awesome.