Taking Up Space

Vanity Fair

I just got back from the Vanity Fair exhibit/Halloween celebration at LACMA. The exhibit is definitely something you should check out. Grand Ole Party played. I'm tired. Here are the photos/videos.

Beauty

Between my last post and now I acquired intense beauty skills by way of my new job at a beauty supply. To explain what happens to a man when this skill set is thrust upon him would have one reading for hours so I will illuminate two of my more memorable personal experiences. When sitting in class I now notice who's hair is damaged, and find myself cycling through products that would help with the problem. Also, I have discovered the secret underworld of beauty and glamour which in it self is very intriguing. It is interesting to see how much money women really spend on beauty products. It is not unusual to see a woman spend upwards of $200 on hair care products, make-up, and accessories. Prior to two months ago I knew about shampoos and conditioners, but now the world of beauty has enlightened me. Hair care is not limited to shampoo and conditioner, but filled with boundless opportunities. One can choose from leave-in conditioners, treatments, dry shampoos, color depositing shampoos, UV protectants, heat protectants, and countless other options. Makeup is no longer generalized — to maintain my manly status — as "makeup," but has evolved into "cosmetics" which includes primer, foundation, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, blush, bronzer, lip gloss, and lipstick. Finally, skin care is not only face wash, but pre cleanser, cleanser, toner, moisturizer, night treatment, and sun block. People always ask, "A beauty supply? Why," and I say, "Why not?"

On the other hand check out the projects I have been working on.

The first is a game board that my group and I designed for our 3D art project.

The next few are pocket designs for Torrid and Chico's.

Dollar Sale

Alex, Jessie, and I decided to go to the dollar sale on Sunday where, unfortunately, I had an encounter with a woman. For the readers who are vaguely familiar with, or unfamiliar with, the dollar sale, every timeless, from your grandmother's attic, washed too many times, distinct dusty old trunk with a hint of urine smelling item of clothing sells for one dollar. Furthermore, these sought after relics from the past are strewn across the warm, smooth, and ebony parcel of asphalt otherwise known as The Jet Rag Parking Lot. Now, to entice the reader even further, there are "magical clothes" worthy of being cubed up in plastic wrap and sustaining straps. When unwrapped their unique properties embolden people to become savage animals, ripping, tearing, scratching, and pushing to grab I-love-you-this-much armfuls of their enchanters. I was heading towards these entrancing clothes when I ever so slightly nudged a woman. God help you if you nudge a woman who is under the spell of these bewitching garments for she will try to confront you in an awkward, half joking half hostile way. This confrontation will leave you at first slightly confused, then at the very least irked that you didn't counter her attack because you didn't know that it was, in fact, an attack.
Later, we went to a nice vintage store on Melrose and then got something to eat at Canter's. The last two photos are from 2nd street and after MoLAA's Murals Under the Stars, respectively.

All 80's All Day

I plan on writing something about this but there was just way too much going on. I need to make sure I get all of the names straight so plan on reading about Quiksilver's first ever All 80's All Day Competition. Eddie Reategui took home his first and much deserved "big check". Congratulations Eddie.