Artistic Challenge

I've sent an email to several of my most artistic friends and presented them with a challenge: to document their life for one month through a medium of their choice (photography, sketching, painting, photoshop, whatever).

This idea came from Illustrator, Tiffany Ford's blog. I will be keeping the journal, and documenting the highlights here, as well as anything my friends choose to contribute.

TRAINy Day

Im currently on the train from my nice, quaint suburb hometown to Chicago, aka the loop, aka the theatre district and tourist central. It looks like absolute crap outside, thus, my awesome post title. (Get it?).

Morning train rides are the best time for some serious thinking. Example: do my new boots look stupid? Why did I never have the guts to die my hair blue in college like the art student sitting across from me? Why haven't I drawn/painted/designed in months? Man, that's a really long list of jobs to apply to...

Obviously very serious, worthwhile thoughts (some more than others).

So, moral of the story: the bamboo sketch pad and I are going to have some serious re-getting to know each other time. Anyone want to give me one, single, temporary strip of blue hair where my boss can't see it? My boots are just fine, but I wish they were doc martens (a la, my childhood). Finally, I'll be throwing a cover letter writing party tonight, can't wait.

It's becoming a thing...

I realized earlier today that I have started to document my crazy work days and the tumultuous fall Chicago weather with pictures of... Well, my feet.

Life update: 3 jobs, count 'em, 3. Still working on that (paying) dream job.

Truth

If you haven't thrown snowballs, arm wrestled, argued over the rules to a drinking game, or had a dance party {just the two of you}, you haven't lived. Thats whats out there and that we should all be able to find.

~gone fishing.

Slight Obsession...

With Minnetonka double fringe boots. Need. Them. Now. {Apologies for the low quality photo, attempting to blog from my iPhone for the first time}

Musical Happiness

Recently, I've rediscovered my love for and infatuation with The Shins. Some of the absolute best times this summer have revolved around this band: Dancing in the sun with free beer at Lollapalooza, a dance party at 3 am with my sister and some new friends, and starting to paint again.

I love when a song can provoke a memory, either good or bad. It can be a reminder or a past love, a horrible fight, or trying to teach your older sister's rather uncoordinated friend a new dance move. Love, loss, and hilarity.

Enjoy:

The Shins, "Simple Song" 

(Does this video remind anyone else of The Royal Tenembaums?)

x. alice

p.s.

After thinking about my last post {and looking through the photos on my phone} I realized that my strong opinionated statement on taking pictures of food was just a little bit hypocritical. And by just a little bit... I mean completely. Food is pretty. It tastes good. It makes people happy. Especially when served with wine.

Snap away, shutterbugs, snap away.

picnic edition food porn. ahem, picnic porn?