I am still in the process of cleaning up my photo album of Firenze in Flickr (461 photos and trimming!), but one of my best discoveries of the city happened when I mistakenly entered an artist’s studio thinking it was an art exhibition. Ivano Vitali creates fiber out of newspapers which he knits or crochets into clothes. His work is genius in that he combines recycling with fabrication using only his hands to twist the paper, then knitting needles and crochet hooks made of wood. Ivano was in the middle of an interview with a reporter when I entered his studio. Another woman in his studio was kind enough to translate my appreciation of Ivano’s work as he described his process.
If anyone in the States is interested in showcasing his work, you only need to provide a translator for the evening and be sure to handle all his travel needs. I plan to nudge a few art people in Seattle, his work would have a receptive audience here, for certain.
A time for families to come together and give thanks for stuff, like family values and low-APR credit cards. The fourth Thursday of every November, Thanksgiving is a time for Americans to give thanks for what they have and reflect upon our founding fathers’ first feast in a new land.
Others, like myself, go to Italy for a week. No cell phone, no internet, just my journals, my camera, and hanging out with Italian grandmothers on the train. Be sure to do your part on Black Friday—I plan to visit Prada on Thursday and Saturday to show my support.
Ciao!
Breaking news! Quark Print Collection now supports Adobe Acrobat 8!
In other news, nobody cares.
Hi, Quark, can we talk? I know we first met when you were still in version 3-oh, but we’ve grown apart. You always wanted to crash whenever I wanted to work, and when you did want to work with me it was always on your terms. You never liked my fonts, you would never layout pages my way, and you constantly threw warnings at me for no reason whatsoever. I made all the concessions: my friends and associates watched my work grow passive and static just to accommodate your needs. Breaking up was hard, but it was the best thing I could have done for me and my career.
Now you want to come back into my life with all these other programs and expect me to welcome you with open arms. But don’t you see? You haven’t changed, you’re the same as ever but with more accessories. I’ve moved on, can’t you do the same? Just let go.
For some strange reason, people subscribe to the feed on this here blog. God only knows why, it’s not as if I’m writing anything of substance in here. This is a whole new world! There’s no room or time for emotion! I CAN’T REFLECT ON LIFE AND BE EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO BE. Jesus.
Having lived in Seattle for three years, I am happy to call this city home. My company is exceeding initial expectations, and we’re already looking at office space months before we originally planned. Vinnie knows his way to Mud Bay where the staff know his mug, especially his love for all treats made entirely of meat. I’ve also met some incredible people in this city whom I’m proud to call my friends. There’s no such thing as the Seattle Freeze, you just need to hang out with adults that aren’t still playing too cool for school.
Last week I went to Re-bar with a girlfriend to watch “What’d We Done to Baby Jane?”, a terrific live-action adaption of the (cult) classic with two actresses and one actor who performed the movie verbatim. The puppets in the beginning were made with incredible detail, the costumes and make-up glorify everything camp within the film, and the performances given by the cast give you a whole new appreciation for Bette Davis and Joan Crawford. The movie has its slow moments, and the play was no exception as it kept true to every frame. The three performers did a fantastic job on stage, if anything the show was too long and should’ve kept the momentum by editing some scenes. Really, that was my only criticism of the show. And thanks to the not-even-half-assed review by Brendan Kiley, many a person will think not to bother with this show; this review deeply affects the show and its performers. This isn’t just a damn shame, it’s irresponsible “journalism”.
What was my point? Oh yeah. Brendan = too cool for school. Me = enjoying life and taking successful chances on Seattle. So don’t be like Brendan.