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Partial Nudity

I was hoping for this exhibition to be great. I mean I paid about a tenner just to get anywhere near the V&A (excluding the £5 student entry to the exhibition). And I'd also been to the Barbican's Future Beauty: 30 Years of Japanese Fashion twice, which was freakin' amazing (hence going twice). It was in fact there that I learned of Yohji Yamamoto, as well as Issey Miyake, Rei Kawakubo and more or less every single Japanese name that could be found in the Vogue Fashion handbook I borrowed from the local library. I was impressed by the designs and particularly how well considered the layout of the exhibition was.
I was expecting very much the same at the V&A.

Firstly I was disappointed at the size of the exhibition. About the size of two tennis courts. Come on - Yamamoto's archive goes at least 30 years back! Fiver! I paid a fiver (for your information, a fiver is a lot for a student) for this...
Well I have to make the most of this exhibition, I remind myself, so I started sketching. Oh wait, no sketching? Yes, I got told off for sketching. OK, I can understand how photography could be unreasonable, but sketching?! Sure, take notes, but just don't sketch. Even at the Barbican exhibition I was allowed to sketch more or less the same clothes that were being exhibited here! The hell? Exhibitions and museums are sources of inspiration and creativity, so artists should be allowed to create and think uninhibited by irrational rules.
I attempted to continue sketching but due to the open-plan nature of the exhibition room and too many security guards per square metre milling around, it just wasn't worth breaking the room's law.
Thus not being able to sketch immediately saps a lot of interest and engagement from me, so another telling off for not abiding by another crude invisible rule would certainly piss me off further.
Yes this kick in the teeth came in the form of being asked by a security guard to carry my 60s hiking rucksack in my hand and not on my back in case of knocking any of the mannequins over.
The mannequins were not behind any sort of velvet rope so in theory you could get as close to the mannequins as you wanted to. However being told off for my rucksack potentially knowing over one when I was no where near one  and never going dangerously close to any of them was such a kick in the teeth I lost patience and walked out five minutes later, intentionally swinging my bag in my hand precariously close to the exhibits to somehow prove that holding in the hand was more risky than wearing on the back. In hindsight I really should've knocked over one of the mannequins because that would've clearly proven my point about this ridiculous rule-making.

Nevertheless there were aspects I did enjoy of the exhibition. I in fact mostly found the videos of the seasonal catwalks considerably more interesting than the mannequins. Maybe because the mannequins are static and you can't see how the clothes move unlike in the videos, how the designer envisaged them to exist - alive. Or maybe because I got scared off by going too close to the mannequins. Either or.

Final conclusion? Totally not worth it. Buy the book, see the video, just don't go to this exhibition. It's anti-art.

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KANOSE

WHORE COUTURE 2.

HOTT

C.J., April 2011

WHORE COUTURE.

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Nick Knight, what a babe

FURBY FETISH

I gots myself a new obsession.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Why you still here?

Haven't you heard about my Final Major Project?
For shame!!!
Go have a look at my project blog post haste!

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Fashion

What can be regarded as something that's fashionable?
Who is fashion?
Who says fashion is fashion?
What is fashion?

Is fashion just an eternal loop?

Will I ever be fashionable?

Do I want to be fashionable?

SPACEAGE

QUELLE

FRUIT BOWL

Elephant & Catwalk

"We believe in a glamourous life."



 "And we live a glamourous life."

I've got the hots for Japan

Quoi? La vie quotidienne?

Cheers bitch

If you hadn't already noticed, I'm a pretty indecisive motherfucker when it comes to my blog headers. I get super bored and super distracted super quickly. In fact my mum says that I couldn't watch the Lion King when I was younger because it was too long for my attention span. This clearly relates to the frequently-changing headers sur mon blog.

But I've now decided to cut back with the header-changing to once per month and I've been itching, itching to put up the new header!

This blog header was gratefully received by me from my good blogger extraordinaire friend C.J. of Verbal Abuse fame (why does she get so many more fucking views than me?! The bitch!). According to C.J., she "wanted a summery, simple, clean and fresh header", inspired by this photo of me and Rach at the IoW Festival 2010:

Observe the blatant similarities.

She also thought this photo was "hot". Fair.

So why not have a summery header for the 1st of Februrary, I thought. Makes too much sense!

Thank you greatly for your contribution, you whorebag. Although I see no simplicity in the way you write your C's, you have no concept of simplicity anyway, so...well done.

Also, my lips are not dissimilar to Jackie Stallone's in the header, but you know of this flaw already. I'll let you off this time.

Additionally, inspired by C.J.'s contribution, now you can contribute to the Monthly Header of the Month! It can be of absolutely anything on it provided 'CONGLATS' is on it somewhere.

Your prize will be a month's free exhibiting of your masterpiece on this very page, as well as being credited for it (with links to your blog if you have one o' course!).

Email me: conglats@gmail.com

Skins?

Skins is back.
How depressing.
I have reason to believe that Skins made me slightly depressed during Year 11 and/or 12. I think it was the fact that Skins makes people who have like serious mental retardations appear super cool and super hip and, during its broadcast, it was apparent to me that I wasn't sufficiently mentally or socially inept.
So I became miserable and depressed.
Now that I was 'depressed' I could look on Wikipedia to see whether or not I was depressed I found something that was like the next level down from depression (forgotten the name but it isn't as bad as fully hardcore depression), which made me feel (ironically) good about myself as I had mental problems, just like those fucking freaks on Skins.
I remember trying to make myself cry to go to sleep, but then I looked up on the NHS website and saw that depressed people actually don't cry as much as mentally stable people. DAMN!
Although I did come up with a suicide tactic of jumping off a motorway bridge about 40 minutes walk from my house. Once I was very much convinced I would jump.

But suicide is painfully selfish, no matter how much in pain you are. Jumping from that bridge could've killed drivers below as well as myself, affecting their families, not just mine. Or what if I actually didn't die but became severely brain-damaged for the rest of my life instead? Let us not dwell on these hypotheses for much longer, the point is that so many people are affected one person taking their lives into their own hands (or death by any cause for that matter).
Additionally, my attitude to depression was extremely narcissistic and I know now that I really did not have depression (...well I knew at the time too admittedly), but I empathise with those who actually do have depression and I feel really stupid for abusing the term of a serious mental illness.

I think I used my 'depressed' personality as an attention-seeking device or sympathy reaper. I was in fact contemplating texting somebody I fancied that I was depressed and wanted to kill myself or something in order for them to come to my rescue, cry for me and then make out with me. Super shallow, no?

I know that this 'depression' was thanks to Skins because once the series was over (or whenever it wasn't on) I was a pretty stable and sensible and happy person. It's just that I take things like Skins super too seriously. I didn't feel cool enough. I still don't feel sufficiently cool, whereas this time I don't really give a shit.
I felt like I was missing out. I was comparing my life to a TV series featuring characters of the same age to me and I questioned myself as to why I didn't have a mental problem; why I wasn't doing drugs; why I cared about school.

When Series 4 aired however, I had grown up and realized how shoddy and unconvincing the programme was.

Now that Series 5 is being broadcast tonight, I really can't be fucked to join in.
The lesson to learn here is: Skins isn't real. You'd have to be stupid like me to believe it is.

God, this lesson-teaching thing's so cliche...
HAPPY THOUGHTS!

A Fanatical Product

This post relates to the trial and tribulations of the Fanatical Project about a Lady Gaga concert video of many moons ago at college. I recommend you fill yourself in about it at fanatastical.blogspot.com before you read on to get the gist of what I'm going on about in this post.


Much as I wished this project would go die since I got so overtly stressed out over it, there would be one more week of fanatic-related work.
But this time I was a little more relaxed I think.
Basically we had to create a product from our obsession. I already knew I wanted to do something with the overlapping drawings of Gaga and thought to do a full-sized long length replica of the jumping drawings to sell as a poster/booklet, but found that there wasn't a sufficiently long enough piece of paper to reprint the images, and sewing or sticking pages together looked kind of clumsy and tacky.
So I decided instead to scale down the images by scanning them onto the computer, combining them all together into a continuous image, and then having them printed onto A4 paper.
After trimming down and choosing the best paper weight for the job, this is the result:

The phrase 'GAGA'S GOT IT' has been used because that's how I felt when I watched the film from where the still shots come from. Like, she ruled the world or that she knows what she's doing.

20or so editions were printed, and each pencil-signed and numbered with my main blog (conglats.blogspot.com) written in the back, so that when I'm famous, people will be so happy to have bought one of my super old pieces of work, duh! About 15 of these editions have badges attached to them in order to add value to them (a premium product perse). These badges were created when one of my tutors brought in a professional badge-maker and so I tried it out with the picture (which was chosen as you cannot mistake the picture for anyone but Gaga) that you can see on the badge, and the badges came out looking super-awesome! For some of the badges, I decided to colour in parts of Gaga's face/hair in orange and yellow (those colours as they were the only ones I had at the time!) which added extra impact to the greyscale badges. The number 15 wasn't chosen specifically, but just because at 15 badges, there weren't anymore badge-making materials left and I'd have to buy them from the German manufacturer in Germany and I didn't have time to do that. Initially I wanted to have badges on all the booklets, but this restriction worked to my favour, being able to charge the with-badge booklets a premium price than those without.

The neutral-colour string was used to cleanly keep the booklet folded before purchase, as well as to give the booklet a more attractive and professional-looking feel.

So this booklet was simply printed using an inkjet printer. The combination of premium paper and inkjet gave a more screenprint feel even though it wasn't, which also upped how professional the product looked.

The pictures show the first side of the folded out booklet.

I like the blank space to content ratio, which I think gives the imagery more impact, more vivid even though they are simply line drawings.

This is the last page on the first side.
The booklet was made with a concert programme in mind: lots of pictures, fewer words, simply a souvenir of being there. Fortunately, Lady Gaga's concerts in London coincided with the Fanatical Product week, so I kept in mind that I wanted to make this for the fans and then take the booklets I don't sell at college to the concert on Friday in order to resell/give them out freely and  to give to Lady Gaga personally (I was standing 5 metres from the stage!). For this reason, I typed the London tour dates on the reverse in order to make it into a souvenir booklet of being at the gig.

The reverse page was made by simply reversing the front side of the booklet and sending it through the printer once more.
I felt that I couldn't keep the reverse page blank, so I added the 'slap' images onto the back as they were the second best images in my opinion.
In addition to the images and unique signing of every copy, I added the lyrics for some songs at the top of the booklet:

The lyrics, in my opinion, gives the booklet a more functional role as fans do crave for the lyrics of their idols. I wanted to have 5 copies of each of the song lyrics heard at the concert on diferent copies of the booklet so the booklets could be collectable and/or exchangeable, but copying and typing and manufacturing would take too long to do, so I whittled the song numbers down to some of her most iconic songs:

• Just Dance
• Poker Face
• Bad Romance
• Dance in the Dark
• Glitter and Grease (few of these copies were made as not very many people have heard of this song)

That is the product run down!

(simulpost on fanatastical.blogspot.com)