Friday, July 30, 2010

Kids out on an adventure. Top photo by Candace Camuglia.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Monday, July 19, 2010

For week one of the Drawing Club. Made into patterns for fun.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

More from 'American High Style' at the Brooklyn Museum.
(Please excuse the blurriness! Low light and flashes prohibited.)
'American High Style' at the Brooklyn Museum.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Here're some quick sketches of a few of the pieces on display at the Met as part of the Costume Institute's 'American Woman' exhibition. The show's concise and well-edited, the display is fantastic, and some of the clothes are amazing! All silhouette and texture and draping. I'm sitting here in cutoffs sort of wishing that people dressed up a little more like they used to.

Friday, July 9, 2010

One of the privileges of my grad program is getting to work closely with the staff at the Cooper-Hewitt, National Design Museum, one of only two Smithsonian museums in New York. Over a school year I got to do some pretty neat things, like assist with public programs (this one's great and I think my hair has a brief cameo) and work with the curators on upcoming shows (Sonia Delaunay, spring 2011!). I've also been lucky to do pretty crazy unofficial things, too, that felt like one version of fantasy New York, like attend the Rodarte opening (I asked Laura Mulleavy if all the smiling made her cheeks hurt like a kid at their bar mitzvah).

For a class last semester, students in my program worked with the second year students in the SVA's MFA Design Criticism program to examine the issues surrounding the Design Triennial, which is up now at the Cooper-Hewitt. We wrote a series of blog posts, which will be on the museum's website for the run of the show. Mine went up today! Please take a look and, if you're in the city, stop by the museum. There're some really fantastic projects!

Thursday, July 8, 2010

It's been really hot here. The kind of temperatures for which the only sensible thing to do is lie spread-eagle and motionless. In Toronto, where our unshaded house trapped the day's heat like an oven, I'd wake up in the morning feeling cooked to the bone. I started falling asleep with one arm hanging outside the window to catch a breeze. In New York, when I can, I go to the beach.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Saturday, July 3, 2010

I'm playing house for the week in someone else's apartment, and with someone else's cats. Both are the nicest of their kind in Brooklyn.