Guy Fawkes post-Thanksgiving bonfire tradition.
It’s winter in the studio.
I spent all day on location for a photo shoot. There’s nothing like being on a set, especially when the shoot is for your own work. Special thanks to Jaclyn Elizabeth for the photography today!
I suppose one should feel extra pressure if you’re adapting or working on something that you’ve always loved. But the truth is that is so completely blotted out and obscured by the fact that, ‘Ooh, it’s OUR turn!’ [he’s clapping], we get to do it now, it’s me and Martin doing OUR Sherlock Holmes series, and we still giggle like school girls that we’ve got this. So, yeah, the pressure’s there, the pressure’s always there, who cares about pressure?, it’s the FUN, it’s the absolute joy, that 221B Baker Street is OUR address just for this little while, and that’s too exciting to be worried about the pressure.
Steven Moffat, in regards to rewriting Sherlock Holmes.
Stuck somewhere between the universe and the studio. (at SAIC Sullivan Center)
Snippets from NYC: amazing skylines, kittens with old friends, and makeshift unitard halloween costumes.
In October the fashion grads took a trip up to NYC to visit fashion design and manufacturing houses. We spent three full days touring places like Material Connexion, who specialize in finding unique materials to use for building or garment construction, Stoll, a company who specializes in knitwear and machinery, and Dia:Beacon, an incredible, massive gallery up on the Hudson River.
We also got a tour of Nick’s gallery where he showed us one of his sound suits and talked about his process. It was enlightening to hear him speak about his work and what he is thinking about as he chooses how to make a sound suit.
Jean Paul Gaultier Exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum. Beyond stunning. The mannequin heads were real casts of people’s faces with projections on top of their real faces singing and talking.
Oh, right, and the clothes were astounding too.
At the end of our twelve hour expedition from Chicago to Natural Bridge Station we made a sunset visit to Foamhenge. It was a glorious way to arrive back home after a grueling day of road trips and hand sewing in the car.