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[06 Jan 2010|09:29pm] |
My girl friend rolls paper constantly as like a kind of 'nervous' (but not really) habit, so i made her a roll of papers that she can roll no matter where she is. The funny thing is, is after knowing her for a while you start to see these little rolls of paper all over the place kind of like her 'tag' or her 'calling card'
So i told her to please roll these up while your out and about and leave them around for people to unroll and be like "hm..."
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| I get a 'lifestyle' photo at the firm I work at. |
[03 Dec 2009|10:58am] |
There is many things I could say about this photo. Why I chose the props I chose to make...
but I will just say one thing.
That i didn't realize I had such fucked up teeth.
:/
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| been sayin' it for a long time, but haven't we all? |
[17 Nov 2009|01:38pm] |
Are we ffff*cked?
To begin, its worth mentioning that I frequent the very websites I am complaining about, I have served as a blog editor, but I still believe in the romance of personal discovery. I like finding things for myself, sifting through used books, discovering music, trolling antique shops. I love the idea of vernacular, naiveté, and context – I love knowing there are people and crafts and reasons and wonderful mistakes behind the art we’ve the pleasure to experience.
As the internet has continued to (cough) mature, we find ourselves inundated with imagery, music, tweets, kitteh videos, good news, bad news, opinion parading as news, and an absolutely endless, dizzying, spell-binding array of mental traffic. As my good buddy Ben Pieratt recently put it, “endless scrolls make me feel agoraphobic.”
This sense of limitless imagery and information can make one feel daunted, if not paranoid – as if we’re missing out if we don’t see everything that’s made available to see. I take particular issue with image bookmarking services, which have devalued content in favor of this static. I frequently click images I like to find myself on another blog, another page with more blind reference imagery, or a tumblr with some serialized image title and a date – I simply cannot find the artist responsible for the work. The internet is rather fleeting as it stands, and we’re walking through a fog of stylized imagery devoid of artists, explanations, and history.
We no longer seek out the portfolios of incredibly talented illustrators and designers, writers or filmmakers, but the convenience of aggregated, often dodgy, mass sourcing. We rarely discover inspirations for ourselves because we’re busy letting others do it for us. To what degree do the tastes of the masses dictate what content editors choose, and inversely, will designers/illustrators create imagery to appease these editors? Will artists avoid experimentation at the risk of popular scrutiny?
Its a bit dramatic, sure, but as our industry continues giving itself to the masses – popular polling, crowd sourcing, design-by-committee, don’t-worry-my-cousin-knows-photoshop – I don’t want to have to think about the further homogenization of imaginations and the commercial systematization of our media. Instead of telling new visual stories, or codifying new ways of seeing or representing things, we’ll be commercially relegated to the fastest most efficient way of saying something as dictated by visual metrics combed from popular image pools that never credited the right person in the first place.
Anyway, the internet is equal parts pro and con, but there are certainly times where it feels like a big booby-trap. Would love to hear what our peers felt about the issue. Back to my tabbed browsing sesh!
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Mario Hugo is a New York based artist, designer, and one half of the creative management agency Hugo & Marie. Though he spends an inordinate amount of time in front of his computer, he still feels most honest with a pencil and two or more sheets of paper. www.mariohugo.com
and it's funny that i just gotta put it on my blog.
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| oh |
[13 Nov 2009|10:07am] |
and you might have seen this lately.
my friend dustin is such a lame and all he does is go on and on about how cool he thinks he is, and how many car bombs he did last night at the bar.
so we used this opportunity to make fun of him, and launch our website, which isn't really anything, cause we don't have anything to put on it really.
fuckkked
-josh
http://hellogoldandi.com/
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| there is almost no form of conversation lower than 'remember when' |
[06 Nov 2009|11:12am] |
Remember when we went swimming from island to island in the salt ponds of Rhode Island. I was drunk and tan, and you where drunk and "tan". I played fetch with your dog while you layed in the sun.
Remember when we went swimming in the ocean at the Rock a way beaches, and the water was cold and muddy. You had on a white bikini bottom and you could see your ass crack. I was afraid of Jelly Fish, but went in anyways, and was glad I did. On the way back to our stuff, we found a seagull had gotten into my Deli Sandwich and eaten half of it. I threw it away because I was afraid of the bird flu, and on our way back to the train we saw a dead seagull on the sidewalk and you took my picture next to it.
Remember when I drank for days and fell asleep in your closet. Later that day I woke up, and you and everyone had gotten Cold Stone.
Remember when we went to Michigan to ride mopeds, and there was a halloween party. We got to see Kurt from Flosstrodamus (spelling?) play as we all danced around in different crayon costumes that matched the color of our mopeds. Except for you, because you had to be the black crayon, but it was still funny.
Remember when all we would do was fight, and I'd drink too much and scream at the top of my lungs, becoming a person i didn't know i could become. And you would antagonize me, and prawd me, and make me feel smaller and more insignificant than i have ever felt in my life. My life had turned drastically more than I could have ever imagined it would. We worked to keep things going, and they did, but did they really. I don't think either of us where ever really honest with each other.
Remember when I got so sad that I didn't even want to dance anymore. I didn't like my friends anymore. I didn't like myself anymore. I didn't like my work anymore. I didn't like my job anymore. I didn't like people anymore. I didn't like my family anymore. I didn't like the idea of anything ever happening, or changing, or moving in any kind of direction. I didn't even like drinking anymore, but i did it anyway more than I should have and felt like I wouldn't ever be able to stop, and that I would never be able to make anything happen with my life.
Remember when I asked you not to come around campus anymore, but you did to hang out with our "friends" who lived just across the hall from me. I knew I couldn't handle it, but I pretended it was okay. Then I would drink to much and ask if I could just talk to you. You would hesitantly say no, but then you would come into my room to talk. I pleaded with you that things could work and you insisted that they couldn't. I looked you in the eye and lightly said that I hated you, and you lashed out at me so hard you almost broke my finger. I started screaming louder than I've ever screamed in my life and punching the walls and the doors, and as you left with your friend crying I screamed at you that I fucking hated you and never wanted to see you again, and Cody had to put me in bed because I couldn't stop crying and shaking.
Remember when I felt pretty good about my life, and I had a couple of things going my way.
:)
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| speaking of Redesigns |
[03 Nov 2009|11:24am] |
who else thinks cmyk's redesign is total bullshit.
What's up with a cover being so busy that you don't even want to look at. There's no bleeding at all on it, so it just looks kind of weird to me.
and If that number occupies that same spot every issue (which I'm sure it wont) it's completely a waist of fuckin' space, and insults me.
Plus I'm fuckin' sick of people rockin slabs and serifs too late. And if you're going to do it, which is cool cause I do like it too, at least pick on that looks good and not some bulky shit that looks like (and probably is memphis) it's from the burger king ads!!!!
i mean this is supposed to be a leading design magazine that represents the most talented students in the country/world
fuck.
http://redesignrelated.com/post/212520576/cmyk-magazine-redesign-cover-to-cover-hits
before and afters.
(they used to have a rad full bleed thing with like the mast head coming over top of that. I personally liked this much more)
magazines be diein'
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[21 Oct 2009|02:51pm] |
Speaking of studiotwentysix2:
He's got a rad blog too, and I found this music video linked off of a article, that was linked off of his blog
and i'm very glad I found it
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| Damn dude |
[21 Oct 2009|02:08pm] |
Tom Davie, my former teacher, and now i guess fellow designer, has some rad new shiz on his site.
Feel free to check this out. And once I get my compy, i'm going to make a new site, and a new fuckin' blog. This thing looks horrible.
it's very outdated isn't it? maybe, that's what makes it cool. It's cool because it doesn't need or try to be cool.
maybe that's just a wicked excuse for my laziness.
and that picture. I am 19 in that picture. That was 6 years ago. I guess I should post what i look like now, which is pretty much the exact same, except older looking, and a beard. I'm actually thinner than when when I was 19 now. So i think my face looks skinnier. I don't really know. To those, like Angie, or Becky who have seen me recently, do you think I look different than when I was 19?
Do you think our lives have really changed that much? I wish that it had changed more than it has I think. I didn't really think i'd end up in this city again.
Does anyone remember or like Blade Runner still? Does anyone even read this anymore? I've been trying to hang out with this http://joshua-james.livejournal.com/ dude for a while. He's been keepin' the LJ strong which I don't think anyone really does anymore. They've moved onto more 'relevant' blogspots. Does using LJ as a blogspot make you seem old now? Can you tell i've been reading too much Hipster Runoff because I keep asking all these questions about how i'm upset about something?
How do you even meet new people now? When you get old how do you meet new people? I'm so sick of just hanging around all the same old people I think. Don't get me wrong I really love my friends, but I need to have more than just 1 group of friends, or meet another group of friends and have them merge into this massive group. I kind of have that now i guess, but I don't see the others enough. (i'm gonna end this like HR now too)
Do you guys still love or hate LJ?
Do you think you're loosing touch with the youth? Like the things you thought were cool are becoming fuckin' lame? Does your favorite thing start to really suck when it becomes your job?
Do you miss New York a whole lot?
Do you feel like your only mission in life now that the internet exist is to search and find the most abstract and obscure things ever so that you can prove you're cooler than other people by 'knowing' about things they don't.
Don't you feel like you have to stay on top of to much shit but you don't want to stop so you don't feel like you totally suck?
Don't you get sick of hearing things on the radio that sound like shitty watered down exploited electro, that is blatently ripping off what was pretty cool in 2006?
Do people really like Major Lazor or are we just pretending?
I felt the same way about Dan Deacon at first, and then I actually listened to his shit, and found that i really liked it, and then I saw him play (via video my friend recorded at one of his shows in BKLYN) and then it supported my theory of liking him even more.
Doesn't New York totally suck too though? I've been re-reading my journal I kept while living there, and most of it was drunken ranting about how much it totally sucked, but then when I came back here I realized I was wrong because after you go to the same fucking bars for three years in a row, you start to really hate your early 20s, and get back to what you did before you turned 20, which was actually doing work and trying to better yourself as a person/designer/whatever it is you do.
Jesus christ speaking of bars, we got into a fuckin' bar brawl at this Irish Bar down the road from my house, and my friend got fuckin' sucker punched, and then his little brother jumped on the dude and was chokin' him out (which was crazy because the dude was WAY bigger than him) but logan's a little brawler i guess. I go to fuckin' help out and try to get them away, and this big ass dude had me and was about to sock me, so i assumed a defensive position (which i was taught by my uncles when they taught me boxing) and I roll my head out of his grab and as i'm putting my hands up to block i see him getting chocked out from behind (thank god cause he would of slaughtered me). Needless to say it got all broken up and I was pretty flustered. Even thinking about it now my heart starts to beat faster. I don't like fighting honestly.
Did anyone else think Where the Wild thing Are was just totally sad and scary as shit, because the whole time I just thought that child was going to be murdered by those beastsss?
(Did anyone else smoke way to much weed before going to see it?)
anyways, Thom Davie has a rad new site up and you all should have a look.
http://studiotwentysix2.com/
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| yall better ask somebody |
[21 Oct 2009|01:54pm] |
hopefully this movie will be way better than it looks on youtube right now.
in the mean time
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| workin' late |
[12 Oct 2009|08:37pm] |
fake pringles package
these things for this movie about covington, the town i hate, but can't seem to stop loving
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| I started work this week |
[07 Oct 2009|08:50am] |
I've been bored with orientation shit, so i make random thangs.
This will go in my new york book, but i want to print it for real first.
when it's real you can flip it upside down to read the different little dudes things
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| hey yall |
[15 Sep 2009|08:15pm] |
working on a new film project.
not really where We (sean and I) want it to be yet, but it's a good step in the right direction.
we edited to no music, so it doesn't really match that well, and I'm not even sure If i want this to be the song that we use, it just worked alright now.
might just use something a bit more ambient and instrumental, however i do like how there is an upbeat kind of feeling.
also the after effects is pretty bad as of now, i'd like to have way more happening with the graphics and film having a better relationship, not just existing together, but interacting more.
but.
it's been fun as hell to make, so i thought i'd post the progress.
i'm drinking the worst old wine that is attracting mass fruit flies
http://www.youtube.com/user/joshrulesforyou#play/uploads/0/WvuLOctJ6DY
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