Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The 39 Steps




Do you love Alfred Hitchcock films?  Furthermore do you love finding yourself at sweet downtown locales watching shows?  Do yourself a favor and buy tickets to go see The 39 Steps  at the awesome Ahmanson theater in LA. 

 This comedic adaptation of a Hitchcock play by the same name was so ridiculously hilarious, I was almost embarrassed to be catching my breath at certain scenes.  The actors were PHENOMENAL in their perfectly times tableaus and witticisms, I ate it all up.  Especially since the leading man was the spitting image of Cary Grant. sigh.  As a secret Hitchcock film lover, the references to everything from Psycho and Vertigo to cleverly placed "rear windows" had me in tears with glee!  Go see this.now.go.yup.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Pulp Fiction Art!


Today I went to a FABULOUS diner called Cafe 50's on Santa Monica Blvd. with mi mama!
It was like stepping into a time machine, the decor was straight from a 1950's magazine shot, with tons of trinkets and baubles everywhere oozing of that vintage glow.  Between the red-lipped waitresses to the traveling magicians from table to table, I was in mid-20th century l.o.v.e. After munching on a philly cheese steak and old-time style chocolate chip cookie shake, I couldn't resist these two awesome postcards that were covers to Pulp magazines.  Mmmm to send or not to send....



Greenwich

Good morning.

I’m late and you’re busy,

Talking is an impossibility

You wouldn’t understand all the plans

I have for the day.

 

You’re hungry? I just ate.

But at least it’s sunny where you are,

Where you stand, or are you lying down?

 

I scratch at a wall 30 degrees thick,

Feels more like an era.

Not a good time for you is it,

At least tell me your ideas,

Share with me the feelings the air there

Has stirred inside your soul.

 

No, I have a lot to do,

Has the sun died yet, do you feel it still?

 

Play in zone, coach says. Stay in your zone,

Never felt so alone.

 

Good afternoon?

Too tired to speak, I hang on each word anyway

You’ve had a long day, it’s late there,

Quite dark and so quiet.

 

Can’t I change it? Forcing sleep to numb,

Only makes it harder, when “night”

Has nowhere near come.

I’ll wish myself sweet dreams thrice too soon.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Blue Plate


Today I had a Santa Monica adventure with one of my best friends in the world, Ms. Marlin.  After trying on a plethora of different colored and textured rain jackets, groping every alluring fleece, and gawking at coveted backpacking equipment at REI, we had a delightful dinner at Blue Plate on Montana Ave.  The service was friendly, the ambience bright, and the meal scrumptious!  I ordered a Cali chicken wrap with avocado and a salad and Hannah had a turkey wrap with a delicious tomato soup.  We shared a basket of these thin sweet potato fries and had such a warm experience here.  Cheers!
 

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

De Divina Proportione


Today, some math guys and I were discussing how we are lying artists at the core.  Yes, math has applications virtually everywhere and has helped solve huge problems that have changed the world (for example, this year I learned about the equations and theory which protect the secrecy of passwords in online banking).  But so much of theoretical, pure math is studied and researched and mastered solely for its beauty, form, construction, and logic.  We have the mindset and yearning for creativity and depth of the human mind's capacity as that of an artist but work in hiding behind the facade of math's concrete "usefulness."  We are the lying artists of the world.

I love the men and women who have torn the veil dividing mathematics and art such as Italian mathematician Luca Pacioli.  This man taught mathematics to Leonardo da Vinci and wrote a beautiful book called De Divina Proportione around 1497 in Milan.  

De Divina Proprtione discusses numerous topics including the Golden Ratio, a concept in mathematics and art where two quantities are called in the golden ratio if the ratio of the sum of the quantities to the larger quantity is equal to the ratio of the larger quantity to the smaller one.  The golden ratio is an irrational number, approximately 1.6180339887.  

a + b is to a as a is to b.  

The book encompasses the mathematical notions of this ratio, polygons, applications in architecture, and the use of perspective by contemporary painters.

It also contains illustrations in woodcut by Leonardo Da Vinci, Pacioli's student.
This is the first illustration in print of a rhombicuboctahedron by Da Vinci.  Try saying that baby 10 times fast... or even once.

Another fun fact, the "M" logo used at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC is taken from De Divina Proportione.

Lying artists unite..  

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Get a Little, Give a Little


After rompin' around in Westwood, Los Angeles as my personal playground for the past 4 years, it was time to help out a bit around the joint... 

Today was the first annual WOMP- Westwood Organized Mega Project organized by the Westwood Community Council and the UCLA volunteer center.  There were all sorts of projects groups did up and down the streets of this perky college city. So many local businesses donated to the Project, everything from Urban Outfitter designed t-shirts to delicioso lunch from Napa Valley Grill (and free sangria cards for later.... mmm)  As part of group 5A (woop!), I sanded down, primed, and painted these lamp posts a lovely new shade of bright blue which adorn one of the most popular streets in our little home away from home. 

I met a lot of people who are involved with the UCLA volunteer center, Habitat for Humanity, and other great service organizations- such inspiring bright faces, so eager to help others with willing arms and hearts.  I wanna do more of the good stuff hmmmmmm

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Opposites Attract

Fashion And Student Trends just put up the editorial for springtime looks from my photo shoot last week! I had such a fun time playing around with looks by the makeup artist Erika Billings. And yes, my hair was absurdly knotted after all that teasing...
check the editorial out here:  www.thefastblog.com

LoveStoned


My mother sent me this handmade card by artist Annie H. Hutchins.  She bought it from the Del Mar art gallery since she loves anything beachy and creative, much like the vibe where we live.  There's nothing quite like roaming the shore and pocketing favorite stones and shells that strike one's personal little fancies.  


What happens on a set of measure zero, stays on a set of measure zero....


Monday, April 12, 2010

Sonnet XVI


I love the handful of earth you are,
because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica 
of the multiplying universe.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations,
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through the rain.

Your hips were that much of the moon for me
your deep mouth and its delights that much sun
your heart, fiery with its long red rays

was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form 
kissing you- compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.

- Pablo Neruda

 Le adoro la translación de Soneto XVI por el poeta Español Chileno. Increíble.


Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Kiss and Make-up


Spring is upon us!  And with that comes new shades of color and textures for eyes, lips, and cheeks. I have a photo shoot on Friday for an editorial about 2010 Spring makeup trends and I just adore what it has in store: red lips, pastel eyeshadows, natural face, teal eyeliner, dramatic eyelashes, and defined eyebrows MEOW! Check out these beauties rockin' Spring looks:

Marion Cotillard
Kiera Knightley 

RUNWAY
Michael Kors

Vena Cava

Narciso Rodriguez

I hope those girls were strutting down the catwalk to my new favorite song. Listen to it here
Yes the kitty lyrics are meant for me DUH; Larry Tee, Afrojack and me go WAY back.
I will update about the shoot soon!

Monday, April 5, 2010

I miss the Sequoias

August 2009

Don't worry, I zoomed in after taking this and made sure there were no kittens stuck at the top. PHEW!

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Seattle Part 2!




So beyond the incredible surrounding scenery and wilderness, the last bit of my trip consisted of venturing aimlessly in the heart of downtown Emerald City! 
I couldn't get over all the sights, sounds, smells, and people of this city.  I had heard that Seattle locals are some of the nicest people and must say, they fit this stereotype perfectly, from the moment I got out of the car.  After another math student ran back into the street to pick up a runaway water bottle that fell from our door, a passing woman went out of her way to stop him to say "Thank you so much for getting that. Most people would just have left it there!"  This eco-conscious, friendly group keep this eclectic downtown inviting and surprisingly clean in every nook and cranny.  

I wish I had weeks to explore every intimate coffee shop or bookstore (which maybe I will in a few months!) but I had essentially one day to fit in as much as possible.  Like many a visitor, I fell in love with Pike Place Market, a mish mosh of hundreds of vendors selling everything from the freshest produce, fish, meats, and gorgeous flower bouquets to dog treats, candied nuts, jewelry, and piggy banks!  It was jam-packed of people and deliciousness.  Man I wish I was eating another Alaskan cod sandwich right this moment!




After running into an applied math professor at the throngs of the Market, I was advised to walk along the edge of the Puget sound bay to an outdoor sculpture garden, free to the public. And of course, the Space Needle looms behind the artworks!


and alas, awaiting the train headed to the airport! All fun comes to an end I suppose... but not without sick murals bidding you farewell!  Till next time Seattle!

Seattle Part 1!




Washington surely lives up to it's name as the Evergreen State; with it's wet climate, almost anywhere I journeyed in the Seattle/Western area this weekend was glimmering, vibrant, and had that lung-cleansing aroma of fresh rainfall.  
A group of prospective math students, faculty, and graduate students went on a hike this morning up to Twin Falls in the Cascade mountains.  As a lover of any sort of outdoorsy adventure, I was eating up every little thing this beautiful area had to offer.  Moss covers almost every tree near the bottom of the trail and when you look to higher altitudes, each tree is frosted with gleaming white snow.  Sure beats LA's brownish year-round tint.


On my trip, I received a travel book by Moon publishing on the state of Washington. I devoured the pages on the flight home, discovering all the different landscapes and cityscapes this Northwest region has to offer, from the archipelago San Juan Islands off the Puget Sound to the volcanic ranges including Mt. Rainier and Mt. St. Helens.  The book was very informative and sealed the deal on selling me on the awesomeness of Washington - I suggest it.  Now I've got the itch to really break in my new REI backpacking pack! (my Hunter boots were totally perfect, as expected)

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Where the state line ends


I've been reading more poetry lately and was reminded of some of the wonderful classics my mother used to read to us before bed.  Shel Silverstein was and always will be one of my favorites and since I'm leaving on a jet plane tonight for Washington, I felt this one was appropriate.  Never fails to remind me of that childhood curiosity (which I feel like I will never truly lose)

Where the Sidewalk Ends

 There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.