Friday, October 12, 2012

On boxes, a lucrative career, and photo good times.

It has been a LONG time since my last post. As in, seven MONTHS. This is the longest I have ever gone between blog posts, and significantly different from how I used to post when I first started a blog many moons ago in San Francisco and used to post three times a day at work. (But only during my lunch break, boss! Love you!) I think I want a lot of different things from this space and I'm not sure how to go about doing any of them (well). But maybe I shouldn't worry about any of that and instead just hit up photos and thoughts and miscellany and rock it old style. 

There are some old uni projects from last year I should put up here. Maybe I'll do a series. I can call it 'A Million and One Reasons I Was Not Meant to Be a Furniture Designer.' You've never seen a box until you've seen me design a variant of one in response to every single design brief I was given for two years. I constantly got feedback from my professors along the lines of, 'That's a bit...lateral-thinking, isn't it?,' but I like to think that what they really meant was, 'Wow, you're really creating a recognisable brand. You are so far ahead of your peers.' 

On the bright side, I've been given a job in the design industry despite that. Sure, I probably got it due to my ten billion years of admin experience, but I like to think my bosses saw a little something more in me, a little something that said, 'Now THERE is a girl who can design a box,' and they thought, 'We need that girl' and even now when I'm tracking invoices and filing bank statements, they're thinking, 'There is some real creativity there.'

Now for Random Photo Series.

A Sunday roast served in the back garden of one of my favourite people, who also happens to be an amazing cook, which may or may not play a part in why I love her so much. It's between that and her smokin' bod. I mean, personality.

Art by a wildly prolific street artist in East London. I should know his name,  but I'm not that cool and also I have dementia so please do tell me his name in the comments if you know it so that I never have to worry about remembering again.

I took this picture because I love hip people carrying hip chairs in hip neighborhoods, but I've just noticed the background and I feel like this could use explanation: 'Off License' here is the same thing as a dirty corner store that serves alcohol. You will often hear it referred to as the 'offie,' as in, 'I can't go the party empty-handed; I'm going to pop in the offie on my way there.' (Grampa, I obviously don't go to parties like that; this is only street-talk.)

 Bridge over the canal in Camden.

Boat party. 

Painting on the side of a canal houseboat,  like so many floating carnivals...on the canal.

Two shops on a road near my flat: a mad taxidermist and a haberdashery. Oh yes. Haberdashery. It's a real word here.

Alright, I've got to jet -- it's Friday night here and I'm now That Girl who's clearly not out and needs to pretend to be. 

Big hugs and lots of love,

Thursday, March 8, 2012

On roads, castles, dragons, and towers.

To make up for all those words in my last post, I'm making this one pretty much photo-only. Also, words don't always make sense to me or line up the way they should, so when they decide to play puppies-in-a-box like they have today, I have to let them be. 

This is a path called The Long Walk. It's at Windsor Castle and it's lovely.

Coming from the other direction, you see this: 

One thing I often forget to do when I'm in a beautiful place is turn around. It doesn't matter where I am or what the setting is. If I have a camera in hand, I have to look backwards as often as forwards. For some reason this is difficult for me to remember. I am always moving.

Speaking of turning around: I had a wonderful long reminiscence with my old college roommate today, and it was exactly what I needed. My whole day has taken on a much nicer spirit since our chat. 

And speaking of looking forward: I like this picture because the Shard looks like it's right next door to the Tower of London rather than across and down the river. I don't think I realised how truly big it was until I took this. I can't wait for it to open. 

Until next time,

Big hugs and lots of love, 

Monday, January 23, 2012

Freedom never looked so free.

See what I'm doing here? That's right. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Because I SURVIVED MY SEMESTER PROJECTS! And my world--for the next two precious, precious weeks--is all about The Nothing. My book stack a mile high? I'm gonna SMASH that thing. It's going to be so beautiful being able to read without feeling guilty about The Things That I Should Be Doing that I may just explode into bliss-pieces. My coffee cup is bottomless, my flat is clean, and my biggest source of stress will be about whether or not I want to tackle that new mega-recipe today or tomorrow. Even my LAUNDRY is caught up--that's how I rewarded myself on Saturday for a job well done. Hours and hours of delightful laundry and watching the overflowing hamper gradually empty like so many rain barrels in a drought. I feel like a million bucks.

I'm not going to lie, though--the work on these latest projects was actually...okay. It felt GOOD. Was it because the projects were far more difficult than anything we were expected to do last year, so were therefore more rewarding? Was it because the work I produced is something that doesn't make me want to crawl into a hole with embarrassment, maybe just hide under the bed? Or was it because Aya stayed over for a week and we worked from 8 a.m. to 11:30 p.m. every day and survived on a diet of energy drinks, wasabi peas, and Japanese pop music? I don't know! But not once did I think, 'I can't do this.' 

Of course, it's hard NOT to have fun when we have Aya playing yeejay (that's my new term for a youtube-deejay). We played the below song at least ten times a day. It's awesome. You have to at least watch the first half of this video. It is SO. FUNNY. I can't decide my favourite part. It is in the first fifteen seconds, when the second singer leaps into the frame in slow motion, her hair floating in the breeze? Is it at 0:58 when the main singer swirls and her outfit changes? It's really impossible to say. But oh it makes me belly laugh every time:

Aya also taught me about Japanese Radio Exercises (or Radio Taiso), which is something every person in Japan knows. That's right. Every person. That's what Aya told me and Aya doesn't lie. She says they grow up doing this before school every day. Families do it together in the morning. 'To wake up,' she says. I'm not surprised. The mornings we did it, the injuries I sustained were enough to get my blood flowing:

And I know what you're thinking, because you only watched the first twenty seconds: Rona, this looks EASY. Any stretching done to piano music canNOT hurt you. Well. You certainly didn't see Part Two, designed for the younger Japanese set. When Aya and I would get to this half of the exercises, she'd be swooping around like a tiny, graceful ballerina, all stretchy and petite, while a half-beat behind, my giantess arms swung around like so many gorillas in the jungle, my floor-scraping knuckles knocking things from their shelves with every twirl.

It was awesome. I still like to do them. 

Alright, off I go! It's time to READ! I may even indulge in a THIRD cup of coffee. I KNOW! Someone slow me down, I'm on a crazy train! 

Big hugs and lots of love,