Sometimes I feel like I bring the most ridiculous situations upon myself. If you ask any sophomore fashion major here who abuses color the most, they would probably point in my direction and shudder. I'll admit, I have a problem. I don't see it going away anytime soon.
For the longest time I struggled at Pratt trying to bring up my taste-level. Freshmen year I feel like I completely ignored certain part of myself in order to try and be more like some of the other girls. But the thing that I've learned about aesthetic is that you can't change it. It comes from within. Of course, the more you learn about the world around you, the broader your scope becomes, but, honestly, I don't see the point of neutral colors.
Clown Couture
The Pratt senior fashion show was Thursday (I wasn't able to attend due to the monstrosity above...finals suck) and there was much controversy surrounding the new way it's being handled. Almost half the graduating class got cut from the show when in years past, less then a hand full did. My class is almost twice the size of this year's class. I can't help but think that I'm at a major disadvantage with the sheer numbers and my questionable taste. It's a weird thing to have lingering in my mind when I still have a year standing between me and my senior thesis, but it is.
It's funny, really. I chose Pratt because of the artistic community. I'm an artist first and foremost (or at least I used to be) and although competition is a large part of "making it" in the world, I'm not paying to compete with my classmates; I'm paying the hefty Pratt price tag for a smaller fashion department, a larger community, and a campus. If I wanted to be surrounded by fashion competition, I would have gone to Parsons or FIT. The only one I'm here to compete with is myself. Education is about improving oneself. I'll compete when I'm getting paid to do it. I guess it's the Gen Y-er in me that makes me feel so entitled... But at the same time, I feel like Pratt may be the one that's losing sight of what's important (the students).
"I don't care that you've started wearing down.
You better step it up, step it up. The timing is right.
The only one you're fighting is staring in the mirror.
You better make it work, make it work.
The timing is right and it's only a test, it's only a test."
This is turning into a much more glum post than I had originally anticipated and I am far from a gloomy mood, I'm just incredibly opinionated and it's that time of year when everyone has a negative outlook on life.
Well, yesterday was the beginning of my big move! With a lot of help from my new (/old? freshman year reunited) roommate's parents, I was able to load a few boxes into a rental van and truck it over to my first(!!!) apartment. When I first saw the pink wall I instantly fell in love. My room back home is painted all pink so it kind of felt like it was "meant to be."
a blast from my past
It's a little far from my school but love at first sight is not easily overcome... I'm just so lucky to have roommates that felt the same and enabled my pink room addiction. I can't wait to decorate! I just want to live here right now!!
Anyone who trolls my facebook/spotify knows that I have a lot of love for a girl who goes by the name Lights. I've been waiting all semester for the chance to see her for the second time and it definitely wasn't disappointing.
It's funny because I wasn't at all a fan of her until a friend posted her "Savior" video on youtube sometime in early 2011. I think it was just chance that I connected to the lyrics like a magnet. It took a long while before I really listened to any of her other songs, however I would play "Savior" on repeat....constantly.
When her her album Siberia dropped last fall I went to see her for the first time. I was in a lot of emotional turmoil back then and I think I really needed her music for strength. I brought the guy I was seeing with me-someone that was really unhealthy for me-and I ended up not having as much fun as I should have. I've always been a loner when it comes to concerts so I felt really restrained because I was pretending to be a girl that I'm not.
Since that time, I've had many relationships come and go, all for the better. I'm currently in a happy place and it was the perfect time so see Lights again. I felt like this concert really was the other bookend to a difficult time in my life. New beginnings come out of old endings, after all.
The last song in her set I had never heard before and I think it was very fitting. It's called "In the Dark I See." Here's her playing it acoustically if you want to hear. And her room looks super cute!
"I know I lose my heart so easily, trying to show the best of me"
I don't have a person like in this song; I'd like to think I have many.
It's that time of year again! Yup, the lovely mixture of packing, moving, cleaning, crying, finaling, and dying is upon us again. Here are my tips and hints to a successful departure:
1. Procrastinate as long as possible
2. Make your friends do everything for you.
3. Eat a lot of chocolate.
4. Complain. When that doesn't work, complain even more. To everyone. You have a phone for a reason
5. ???
6. PROFIT!
But in all seriousness....This is terrible. My room is looking more disheveled than usual (which is saying a lot for those who know me). Soon enough, though, I'll be on my way to my new apartment! I can't wait to settle into my lovely abode in benevolent BedStuy, complete with crackwhores, gangmembers, and the occasional hipster seen wandering the streets. Oh, and did I mention that there ARE in fact a few trees lining my street?!!
Saturday night I had one of the most enlightening experience with one of my dearest friends. Since eighth grade, Sam and I had been nearly inseparable. Our story even goes as far as me forcing him to move to the big apple with me (which, honestly, he would have done anyway). Over the past two years, he and I have been fatigued by our hectic school schedules and our hour-and-a-half-long subway journeys to each other so I really treasure the few moments I get to spend with him nowadays. He had invited me to a concert and a Passover Seder so I jumped at the opportunity to spend a little time with homeboy. Surprisingly, I have never been to a Seder before. Growing up, my family was raised without strong religious ties-I prayed to Santa and the Easter Bunny-so it's always very touching to me when I engage in positive religious ceremonies. I'm not very knowledgeable on these sorts of things so it was incredibly fascinating to me. Sam has always been very involved with the Jewish community, whether it be in Colorado or at Columbia, so I felt like I was experiencing a little part of his life that I've never truly taken the time to get to know. And I suppose it's the things that we overlook that are really the real treats to life. And to top it all off, the dorm we were at had an amazing view of the city.
"Art school is difficult" is a little more than an understatement. From last Sunday to last Monday I spent well over 24 hours in the studio alone. Pratt students often find themselves wearing their "_ hours spent doing work" as a badge. We like to out-do each other with the proportion of time spent on each project. I find myself, too, trying to upstage others by complaining about "how hard I have it".
In the end, however, those 24 hours would be a waste if I didn't enjoy them. Freshmen year was very cut and dry-very little creativity went into constructing such basic garments. This year has finally gotten to the "meat" of my major. I can no longer roboticaly sweat-shop away, I have to spend time working and reworking concepts. As grueling as it is, I don't think I've ever felt more fulfilled in my life. Every loving hour spent on my work means one step closer to completing my studio methods final "capsule collection."
There comes that moment in your life when you
realize that you’ve come to a major crossroad. You’re overwhelmed
with excitement and anxiety and what feels like nearly every emotion on the
face of the earth. We’ve all read those Judy Blume books about growing up
but you’re never quite prepared when it comes your way.
My first apartment, my first internship, and my first full
summer living on my own in New York City are all around the corner. This warrants a celebration with my first blog. I’m excited for
the future. I’m excited to share it with you.
