Nothing else matters

So close no matter how far

Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

And nothing else matters

Annual Art of Motion Picture Costume Design Exhibition

Last weekend, I attended the Opening Reception for the 21st Annual Art of Motion Picture Costume Design Exhibition at the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising, my alma mater.  It was a chilly night, but thank goodness for heat lamps!  As always, this exhibit is so awesome because you get to see all the actual costumes that were used in the films, including Oscar-nominated ones, like Lincoln, Les Miserables, and Snow White and the Huntsman.  Costume Design is such a magical, hard-working industry.  Also, the concept boards for Paranorman got me inspired again.  It was a lovely evening with delicious food.  The exhibit is also open to the public, check out www.fidm.com for more info.

Les Miserables

Les Miserables

The Hunger Games

The Artist

The Avengers

Anna Karenina

Snow White and the Huntsman

Snow White and the Huntsman

Snow White and the Huntsman

Django Unchained

Django Unchained

Lincoln

Argo

The Master

Hitchcock

Hitchcock

Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror

Saint Laurent Paris Homme Fall 2013

Dear Hedi Slimane, Thank you so much for coming back to fashion designing.  I really love your aesthetic and style.  This collection made me so happy, I got emotionally overwhelmed and almost cried.  You inspire me so much.  Just to let you know, I too am a fashion design graduate and have been working in the industry as a designer for over a decade now.  Just you know, fyi.  Anyways, please continue to make the world a much f*cking cooler place with your amazing style.  Thank you x1000.

Photo source: http://www.wwd.com/runway/mens-fall-collections-2013/review/yves-saint-laurent

Now that you feel, you say it's not real

Are you guys ready for the story?  I really wanted to go to FYF, but I was kinda torn because I was trying to stay on a strict budget.  When they announced the mix tape contest, I knew I would try out and then see how it goes.  I worked two weekends, and week nights after work.  Perfecting the mix tape, even doing a play back to make sure it got recorded properly.  Then decorating.  When I heard there was an overwhelming amount of submissions, I started to get nervous because I really wanted to win grand prize.  Luckily for me though, I ended up winning the runner up prize.  Which meant I was going to FYF 2012!  (I had gone to FYF 2009.)  

Friday night, I make my schedule of which bands to see.  I don't want to start too early because I have to see Refused closing.  We get there in time to see Cloud Nothings.  They were pretty good.  I like their tunes, but I didn't really like the super long jam session parts.  I think they can do without those, or cut it short, or put in more complex guitar solos.  Just my two cents, but I like "Stay Useless" a lot.  We watch their set.  We grab some vegan treats from Babycakes, iced coffee from Handsome Coffee Roasters, and a smoothie.  We sit in the shade, then head to the main stage to watch Pains of Being Pure at Heart.  Love them!  Their set was sweet.  I loved hearing Young Adult Friction live.  That's my favorite song by them.  They have two songs left and I start to feel sick.  I thought the sun was bothering me, but I soon realize I'm really sick and I need to vomit.  I quickly start walking to the porta potties.  Gosh, it felt so far.  I start getting super dizzy.  At this point, I'm either going to faint, or I'm going to throw up in the middle of the festival and totally embarrass myself.  I start running and even cut a guy in line (so sorry).  I find an open porta potty and immediately barf.  Like everything.  It was so sad.  My body starts to hurt and I start to get chills really bad.  I'm like freezing cold.  I lie down on the grass to rest.  After all, the most important reason I came to FYF was to see Refused.  And it wasn't another like 5 hours til they go on.  I try desperately to recover.  I'm wearing three layers of clothes, and still cold.  I grab a powerade, since you're supposed to refill on electrolytes or something.  I go to the merch line.  The couple in front of me take forever.  I just need a freaking hoodie.  Then I'm in line to pay, and I realize that I'm about to throw up again.  I pay for my hoodie, grab my receipt.  The nearby bathrooms are all crowded and have lines.  I walk away from the merch booth, and right there in front of Origami Vinyl (sorry), I barf again.  Luckily, my sweet friend found me a trash can.  I throw up the little powerade I drank.  I start to accept the fact that I'm very sick and I need to go home and that I will not be able to see Refused tonight.  Sleigh Bells are on the main stage, and they sound great.  I wish I was dancing and feeling well, I wish I was taking lots of pictures with my friends and eating yummy foods.  But I was miserably unwell.  We leave the festival.  I'm flabbergasted by the situation and the timing of my illness.