“Constructivism” My summer was a mess and yet a mild success. With my design internship at a local Squarespace-based design start up, I literally sponged as much knowledge as possible from the established in-house designers. Under a squarespace developer, the graphic designer, and the creative
I’m tired of everyone posting crap photos everywhere. And not just a couple—clearly people held down the shutter and then posted everything that came out the other end. Why is it that everyone is a photographer now? More to the point: why is it annoying?
If you’ve ever seen two photographers at the same event, you may have noticed they play a little game I call “Whose Lens is Bigger.” It’s like a dick-measuring contest—but publicly acceptable, and supposedly signals something about one’s artistic merit or level of professionalism or
Being the broody kid always working on a ceramics project alone in high school, I blocked off any connection with anyone who wasn’t family. I didn’t want to get judged or treated differently once they really knew me. I even kept my family at arm’s
After discovering A$AP Ferg this past weekend (I know, I’m behind with the times), I did some visual research on him. And by research I mean looking at a picture of him because he’s next-level hot. With this creeping, I found an interview he had
This semester, I’ve been lucky enough to take an independent study course for Intro to Scientific Media Design. My professor let us pursue anything that could be applicable to such a class, so I chose to dedicate the semester to scientific illustrations of the South
Like most edgy weird art kids, I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere. Then, through a series of fortunate events, I found myself in the military. Then, through an extensive series of unfortunate events, I was found having to get out due to lame medical
Lately (not really, it’s a constant thing in my life) I’ve been obsessed with 90s dance music. Upon my late-night drives home from work and class, I blast it as it brings childhood nostalgia and makes me happy. It also keeps me awake. But recently,
Jan. 15, 2018 was the final day of the international Irish musician Dolores O’Riordan beautifully sung life. Though I did not know very much about her, she was a constant in my life. I grew up with childhood parents who (luckily) had a great taste
Gay cinema has always given me a mixed bag of emotions throughout my life. As a young closeted gayling, I searched with vigor to find decent films that made me optimistic for a loving relationship someday. Always to no avail. Even to this day, LGBTQ+