Wednesday, 16 April 2014

Vibrant

 

I'm not really sure how this little moodboard came about - It started off as a collection of really bright, strange images I'd come across, and then for some reason I started to edit them in different ways to further enhance their strangeness. The end result is this vibrant, strange image containing more vibrant, strange images. I even made one of the images (bottom right) into a distortion-type gif, although this messed with the quality of the whole picture so you can view that version here, even though it's nothing that groundbreaking... Ha.

I found this moodboard incredibly fun and even a little challeging to put together, as it was very 'ooh, what does this button do?' when putting it together, as well as keeping a colour scheme and all that jazz in mind. It's a nice change from all the black, anyway... Hope you like!

Monday, 7 April 2014

Outfit: Shirt Dress

*smize* *smize* *smize*

Okay, I'm just going to get right into it: I got this dress from a really cheap, dodgy shop (Guiney's, to be specific..) about two years ago, for €2.50. I was going through a rather awful phase of just buying anything that looked like a bargain, regardless of quality and whether or not I would wear it. I'm still partial to a good bargain, but I'm a little more restrained. However, this is definitely one of the better purchases my 14-year-old-self made. I added some studs to the collar to liven it up a little, and viola. I went to a party that night, and people couldn't believe the dress was from such an incredibly low-end shop, known for its horrendous 'granny' clothes! No complaints.

The 'Coltrane' knock-offs are from River Island. Knockoffs, bargains... Do we see a recurring pattern here?

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

Outfit: Holla @ Holo




The highlight of this little number is most certainly the Forever 21 holographic leggings, in which this picture is not doing half the justice they deserve. They look very silvery in these pics, probably down to the dull light availible outside, but in real life they've got a really nice pastel rainbow-y quality! It was love at first sight when I saw the last pair whilst doing some shopping in Jervis many many months ago.

The rest of the outfit is rather boring, as the pants do most of the talking. The coat was from the men's section in the Irish equivalent of Tesco, known as Dunnes. The jumper is second hand, and I got the Coltrane knockoffs in River Island - which, by the way, I like waaaay more than I thought I would! I always thought they were a little overdone, but once I tried on a pair for fun I totally got why they're so loved. The bag's from Penneys.

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

On Art, Standards, and Where they Fit in my Future



In my one and a half years of blogging, I still have no idea who my audience consists of, if anyone: Who's out there? How old are they? Where are they from? Why (on earth) are they reading my content? I have no idea. The only thing I know is that they (or you) have, along with every other human on this planet, is the experience of being on the outside, for various reasons. Knowing too little, knowing too much, being too old, not old enough, the 'wrong' gender, religion, race, nationality, sexuality, personality, disability... The list continues for miles. We've all been excluded from something for some reason, and whilst marriage equality and cliques are in no way alike in scale, they're still both forms of exclusion. They're both obstacles, and they both make the concerned party (bless them) unable to act/express/live as they wish.

Now, I'm afraid after using such using such heavy-handed examples of prejudice and segregation that the main direction of this post is going to seem very melodramatic and petty in comparison: I was intending on talking about art. Said stigmas, segregation and elitism - in art. Art? But how so? 

Art -galleries and critiquing, in particular- is considered to be quite reserved and, well frankly, a little snobbish: It's for the intellectuals; The 'regulars'; The old geysers with monacles who sip red wine and know who painted what piece where and how much it sold for; The people who 'understand' what the artist was going for or trying to say; Basically, not everyone. How many of you, or your friends, family members, identify with the judgement that art is for 'arty' people? I identified with it myself, at one point; To an extent, I still do. But do you know why? It's because the people 'in' art are arty. But is it a requirement? The answer would be a resounding 'no'. Not knowing 'enough' or not understanding what on earth is going on does not deny you access to your local gallery or exhibition. Art discussion is based on opinions, never fact - hence, you can't go wrong!

The same goes for writing, about anything - but for the sake of this post, we're going to keep it strictly to writing about art. Recently, I attended a talk by Gemma Tipton, art critic and writer for the Irish Times at Waterford Writers' Weekend concerning this topic. I thoroughly enjoyed the talk, and what Gemma had to say: She made the point that art critics, critics in general, and perhaps writers in general like to make their content sound as complicated as possible. The ultimate question being asked at the talk was, 'Why is this something we all accept? Why do we accept this as the standard for writing and art critiquing?' I, for one, had never thought about that before: By making all availible information on art seem complicated and untouchable, we're making the art itself seem complicated and untouchable. Alas, the ideal 'art crowd' never changes - and if it does, no one knows: Maybe none of us have a clue what we're on about, but no one's going to admit it!

The most interesting part of the talk, however, was watching how the audience reacted to what Gemma had to say and how they carried along having heard what she had to say. The event was advertised as a 'Waterford Young Arts Critics' event, generally aimed at younger people interested in figuring out what the hell these art-heads were talking about (from what I could gather, anyway). However, the majority of attendees were adults, aside from a few of us 'young wans' - understandable, considering how influential and well known Gemma Tipton is. I can't blame them. But having listened to Gemma talk about the pedestal that art has been put on because of the fluffy language and jargon used, and the resounding agreement that came with it, I still found it incredibly hard to get my head around what people were trying to say when it came to Questions and Answers time. It was still art language and art people and the values discussed in the talk prior to Q&A seemed to suddenly vanish. Hadn't anyone been listening? Hadn't anyone read the programme?!

... Nah, I'm kidding. It's no one's fault. It's a free country. Say what you want, how you want, and go where you want: I just couldn't believe how instant people's reflexes were to revert back into art mode. Again, it's not their fault: It's what they've been taught all along. It's what we've all been 'taught': Art observation and art discussion = big words and complicated syntax, and it will until someone challenges it.

Gemma also challenged the thought that although writing is wonderful, it can be difficult to get someone to pay you for it. I'm not saying she said there is a miracle cure for the jobs crisis, but she affirmed my before-fading belief that where there's a will, there's a way - which in many ways, was exactly what I had been needing.

Some background: I'm currently at a phase in school where I'm faced with the decision of what the hell I want to do with my life. I still believe that if money wasn't a problem, I could spend 20 years in college learning about all the things I would love to do and still have several courses to explore. But recently, I've narrowed my consideration down to something in design/multimedia and/or journalism (both creative, but still structured-ish)  as course/career options. Friends and family are fully aware that I've got some big decisions to make, so the 'What would you like to do?' question runs quite rampant. I answer truthfully, only to be told, 'Right... but isn't writing a little hard to get into?' or 'Are you sure you're good enough at art for that? (- as I don't do art in school)' These reactions have definitely made me a little shaken, doubtful, if not angry at their - and my - lack of faith. I won't lie, I've had teachers who have never even read or seen any of my work in these fields tell me that I'm not doing/aiming for what I should be!

Gemma's words of guidance and wisdom really helped me get back on track, and it certainly helped that she is living proof of a successful writer who made it happen for herself - without having to fit the cookie-cutter art critic mold either!

In summary, things are never as they seem: Art is for everyone, regardless of how much you know, how old you are, and how abstract your vocabulary is - the same goes for writing. Well, the same goes for pretty much anything. Nothing is out of reach - I would like to thank Gemma and my fellow Waterford Young Arts Critics for making me realise that. Life Affirmation Spiel over.

Saturday, 22 March 2014

Lost


I'm aware I did a post similar to this before, but it seems like doom and darkness is becoming a recurring source of interest and inspiration for me.. Delightful, isn't it? I guess it's the element of questioning and mystery in the images, as well as how thought provoking, sinister and yet still visually amazing they can be. The first word that popped into my mind as I made this wee moodboard was 'lost', so I think that's what we're going to call it. Here's to monochrome and misery! Have a wonderful Saturday, everyone.

(FYI: All pictures were found on tumblr, and were made by various people, artists, the like.. None of them are my own.)

Saturday, 15 March 2014

Wolf Alice Appreciation



Rumours had been floating around for months that The Neighbourhood would be supporting The 1975 on the UK-leg of their recent-ish (1 month old?) tour.. But as an Irish citizen to attend the band's gig in the Olympia on February 21st, I was a little unsure that such a band would be supporting on the Emerald Isle: That's just the way it seems to go with Irish anything - we are usually given some sort of compromise. Part of me knew that The Neighbourhood bothering to support the 1975 here seemed too good to be true, so I tried to look into the matter as much as possible to avoid disappointment: When I googled 'The 1975 Olympia Support Act' for the fifieth time three days before I was due to go see the band, Wolf Alice was mentioned for the first time. Bitter at the fact that I wouldn't be hearing Sweater Weather live, I moved on: I did some research, looked the band up on Spotify, listened to Bros, and surrendered to what would be the next song that I would play on repeat. Then Blush, then White Leather, then Fluffy, then.. You get the picture. I'll just say I was a little excited that I'd be seeing such a band live in such a short space of time.

Fast forward to that Friday night, and I was possibly the only one standing near the back of the Olympia that was giving my all to a band that I had known for only a handful of days. I sang along to Bros out of tune at the top of my lungs, whilst some college dudes asked each other, 'What's the name of this band again?' for the third time that night. I jumped five feet in the air for the entirety of the set, which I understand is something you typically save for the main act, but damnit, I couldn't help myself.

And don't even get me started on lead singer Ellie Rowsell being my new girl crush - she's gorgeous, her voice is gorgeous, she plays guitar, she's got amazing style (and a great sense of humour too, according to her Instagram)... I can't. 

Long story short, this band deserves a lot more recognition. I hope they get it, and get it soon. 


Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Outfit: Blue Velvet


(I feel that it would appropriate to break out into Lana Del Rey considering the title I've chosen, but we won't go there because she's coming to Ireland in July and I will not be seeing her, so it's a touchy subject..)

I've been on fire attending plays recently, so here's another dressy-but-not-too-dressy type look. It consists of a Forever 21 "jumper" (I've included quotations because it doesn't have any of the qualities a jumper should posess, like warmth, etc), a pretty Topshop necklace, and my new favourite skirt, from Primark. The colour, the sheen, the softness... The best part? It was €3. Yep.