A quote highlighted in this book, about what South Dakota´s Senator Bill Napoli thinks should happen to justify abortion:
"A real-life description to me would be a rape victim, brutally raped, savaged. The girl was a virgin. She was religious. She planned on saving her virginity until she was married. She was brutalized and raped, sodomized as bad as you can possibly make it, and is impregnated."
Uh. Yeah. So if you´re a virgin just because you were gawky and lame, or you´re an atheist, or you had sex ONCE, screw you, slut. No abortion for you! And PS: You´re going to hell.
This book is amazing. Even though the authors voice and style of writing gets old after a few chapters, the facts presented are literally unbelievable. Like that in some states in America, it´s illegal to buy a dildo unless it´s a gag gift. WTF. There are more serious facts, but obviously, that is the one that stuck with me. To sum up: READ THIS SHIT!!!
The following is an e-mail from the past, composed on Friday, February 27, 2009, and sent via FutureMe.org - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
You might as well kill yourself. 23 is the worst. Isn't that the number that Hayley gets tattooed on herself 'cuz it's Nathan's jersey number? Isn't it sad that you're 23 and you know that? Actually you're 22 and maybe by the time you're 23 you will have forgotten that because you read so much Nietzsche it pushed it out of your brain. Science works like that. Trust me, I'm a surgeon.
Ohhhh yeah Graphic Design. We won't get into that. You've probably dropped out. No you didn't, you're too scared and materialistic to be poor.
I can't even to begin to think about what your life must be like. How are you coping with the prospect of finishing university and getting a real life?
I hope you're closer to being a grown up than I am. I am getting sick of being a pussy!!!! :((((
A few pages from the poetry book I am working on. Now I just need to do a cover, contents page, and figure out the nightmare of cutting up spreads and reassembling them for a book. By Tuesday next week. (Monday I am taking off and spending in town with Phil, eating cake and scouting charity shops while imagining we live in a world where graphic design was never invented. All my favorite pastimes combined because MONDAY IS MY BIRTHDAY AND I WILL BE 23! Huzzah!) Tomorrow I am going to Tash´s show and then a lovely birthday dinner. Followed by getting the crunkest I can possibly crunk. Anyways! Pictures:
Went to see Sherlock Holmes with Phil tonight. Awesome movie. Gotta love anything slightly homoerotic featuring Robert Downey Jr (Jude Law didn´t look like a walking STD, which is a big achievement for him.) What really stuck with me though, was Rachel McAdams´ make up (make up nerd!) Matte browns. Berry lips. Dimples! I know that last thing isn´t make up, but c´mon - dimples! Cuteness.
See you sexy and them jeans got me on 10 1-2-3, think I got you pinned Don't tap out...fight until the end Ring that bell; we gon start over again We grindin' wit passion, cuz it's yo birthday Been at it for hours...I know you thirsty You kiss me so sweetly...taste just like Hershey's Just tell me how you want yo gift, girl
Songs like this make being in the studio bearable.
With so much university stuff going on the past few weeks, I have been blogging about graphic design and putting up useless work - and somehow I lost sight with what this blog was really about. Clothes and shoes. I bought these from Dorothy Perkins about a year ago and I have never worn them out but last night... last night was the night.
Granted, I only wore them for the pre-party, but that was 3 beautiful hours where I was incredibly tall. Not to mention awesome looking.
So! I experienced a huge lack of inspiration this week. It mainly had to do with one of my tutors telling me that I should scrap my collage idea and do the poetry book with my own photos instead. Dude, MOST RETARDED IDEA EVER BECAUSE #1. I am not a photographer. I am a designer. #2. WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE A PICTURE OF. I ALREADY DID A SHEEP PROJECT THERE IS NOTHING ELSE HERE IN THIS PODUNK TOWN TO PHOTOGRAPH.
Anyhooz. After immediately dismissing his ridonkulous idea, I decided that the collages looked too schizophrenic, so I think I am toning down the masses of images and limiting myself to a color palette. (Two-tone technicolor inspired! I might have some b&w ones thrown in too.) And I also might do an image border around the page, like on the last photo... I don´t know. Thoughts are welcome.
I have actually rethought my idea since my last post. Scratch computer typed type! I am going to type it on a typewriter and then scan it in and paste it over the collages. Anyways, so I get to do all the fun colorful collaging first! Here is a little sneak-peek of what I have been up to today. Sorry about the weird patterns but halftone doesn't always shrink well. No poems on there so they don´t make sense (well, it´s all my interpretation of the poems anyways... ) But just in case you´re wondering, the first poem is for "Frequently the woods are pink," the second is for "A bird came down," and the last is for "It was not death." All by Emily Dickinson.
I love colors. And splatters. This is such a fun project, and I can literally just sit at my computer all day doing this. :D
This is a digitally collaged double page spread for a poetry book I am currently working on.
This is a digital collage I did five years ago when I was obsessed with Carole Lombard and Clark Gable.
Duplication, the multiply layer, the colors red, white, blue and black. Still works. Also it has actually taken me this long to gain enough courage to continue doing the things I actually enjoy without the fear of being laughed out of the studio. Don´t know if it was totally worth the £9000 to delay my creative development for 2,5 years.
Sorry for the lack of blog posts. But lately I have just been really sick of it all. Basically lately I feel like life has just been a huge giant dick and it´s raping me in the ass at the moment. And that makes me angry, and I don´t like blogging about being angry all the time. Also, no one wants to hear ANOTHER WOMAN COMPLAIN ITS LIKE GIVE IT REST AND STOP BEING A VICTIM ALREADY.
When I feel like life is being a big dick, I feel like exactly what this song says. Even if you aren´t a Fiona Apple fan, the video (and all her videos directed by Paul Thomas Anderson) is amazing.