Ladi Vintage

Ladi is an online boutique full of beautiful little vintage pieces that are so sweet they'll make your hair form ringlets. It's run by a friend of mine and here is a little marketing flyer I did up to spread the good word.
They have much more of a vintage postcard effect when printed, but hopefully you get the idea.

If you are intrigued: www.ladi.bigcartel.com

Zucchini Fritters To Write Home About (or at least on your blog)

Ok, listen up Peep Gang.

I am about to disclose to you loyal readers my very first recipe.

First I must let it be known that about 12 months ago the only thing I had ever cooked was a one pan dinner from a box, and even that I burnt so badly you could have lifted it straight out of the frying pan and played a game of that ultimate, not-really-a-true-sport-no-matter-how-competitive-your-facial-expression, frisbee I see is all the rage these days. Yes, I am the person who one time had to ring her neighbour to find out whether or not water was required to cook carrots... boiled carrots.

So I have come a long way from only eating things that came from a plastic container or I found in the dumpster*, to inventing my own recipes.

Here is one for some zucchini fritters I made this evening that were a bit of a hit:

INGREDIENTS:

2/3 cup Wholemeal Flour
1 tsp Baking Powder
A big ol' Shake of Salt
A big ol' Grind of Pepper
About the same of Cayenne Pepper
4 eggs - beaten
5 (from memory) Zucchinis - grated
1 Brown Onion - Diced
1 Cob of Corn - cooked (Remove the kernels from the cob before adding them... Derrr)
A few mushrooms and however much capsicum you have left in the crisper


METHOD:

First of all you will need to find quite a large bowl.. or casserole dish, or saucepan (for all you uni students out there). Put the flour, eggs, baking powder and seasonings in, and mix until you end up with a doughy looking paste that looks a bit like a moist cookie dough. Please, at this stage, refrain from tasting the mixture because despite it's appearance it is not cookie dough and it literally tastes like raw eggs and flour, salted.
Add to this mix all the chopped vegetables and stir until all is well combined.
Lightly oil a frying pan and place over a medium heat. Drop dollops of the mixture into the pan and flatten slightly. Cook until browned on one side, flip, and cook the other side until cooked through. Hey presto, you've made yourself some fritters. Nice going.


MAKES:

Shitloads.


SERVE WITH:

Whatever you so desire, aint no one gonna care once they taste these babies.

Project Housemate

Here is a little somethin' somethin' I whipped up for school. I was required to make an impression of a person or place in 6 images, composed using Photoshop.

I chose my housemate as my subject and hope that I have managed to capture at least a touch of her vivacious, audacious personality.

It's such a wonderful thing to come home and have someone to pass time with who isn't halfway through their 12th episode of Startrek for the day.

Taken for Granted

Where to from Postmodernism?

Droog Design is a Dutch based company with a swell little collection of items from innovative and experimental designers. The products are very select, and push the boundaries of our comfort levels regarding design. The technical function of all the objects is still in tact, but that is almost secondary to the fact that they look like nothing you've ever seen.

It makes you start to question what could possibly come next.
Surely every last avenue of original thought has been expelled?
No, my friends. Not with such creative geniuses like Jurgen Bey walking this dear earth.

Let me introduce to the tree trunk bench.Aptly named, no?

You could look at this and think: Designer? Pfft. Anyone could do that. Yep, anyone could, but no one has.

You could look at this and think: Why the hell would I want a big ol' tree trunk in my lounge? And I don't have an answer for that. Except that I for one would think you were cool as fuck if that was the first thing I saw when I walked into your lounge.

Sure, it's not for everyone. You'd need a lot of space for one, not to mention €11,000. A fairly hefty price, especially when you consider you're just paying for the chair backs. That's right, the tree trunk bench is delivered sans trunk. Jurgen Bey makes it clear that it would be RIDICULOUS to transport tree trunks when they could be found locally...

Project Vegie Patch

In other backyard news, my housemate (not C-Mop) and I have finally put into action our marvelous plan to start a vegetable garden. After a couple of hours of tough work digging (and stabbing and kicking) up a patch of our backyard, we are now the happy parents of Rhubarb, Spinach, Carrots, Strawberries and Rosemary. I hope our babies live long and healthy lives... until we bite off their heads and put them in our tummies of course.


And to top it off we've even begun to make our own compost. Tres eco-chic!

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Itsy Bitsy Spider climbed up the water spout,
Spun a little web... and then laughed his arse off every time he saw me face plant into it.

That's right, we have an Orb Weaving spider that has taken up residence in our backyard. Quite a beautiful specimen, and a web that would impress the silk out of Charlotte. It's just a pity forget about it every time I walk into the backyard.

Bastardy

I watched the most beautiful documentary last night.

Amiel Courtin Wilson directs Bastardy, which follows aboriginal actor Jackie Charles through all the different aspects of his life: heroin addict, cat burglar, homeless man and thespian all rolled into one.
It is a gorgeous story with amazing cinematography and the happiest ending you could hope for.

I suggest you check it out.

http://bastardydocumentary.com/

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Last week I finally got my derriere into gear and took some memories down to the photolab to be turned into 5X5cm, matte print keepsakes.
The majority of them were from Rainbow Serpent 2010 and just seeing them sent a pang of nostalgia through my body.What a beautiful congregation of people loving life. It is the most brilliant festival and if you have ever wanted to just let go of all your inhibitions and really let loose, I suggest you buy a ticket for 2011.
It is slowly becoming my favourite place in the world.

C-Mop

Let me introduce you to C-Mop.

C-Mop is one of my housemates.

C-Mop is an anagram - it stands for craziest man on planet.

It should be known that if my housemate's name was actually C-Mop, we would undoubtedly be friends. Who wouldn't want to be friends with someone named C-Mop.



Here is a short bullet point list of some of the bizarre things that C-Mop does.

• Walks around the house swearing incessantly for no comprehensible reason.


• Offers to measure the dishwashing detergent into individual portions so that people do not over or under indulge in the soapy matter when washing the dishes.


• Places objects to be recycled next to the recycling bin rather than in the recycling bin.


• Stands in the loungeroom, or any other room where people are, and pirohuettes, continuing to talk to you as if there is nothing out of the ordinary occurring.


• Insists that glad bake must cover the surfaces of the non stick sandwich press.

So looking back at this list I can see that a lot of these things aren't so much crazy as they are super duper annoying for people living with him.

Maybe I should change C-Mop's name to PITA.

I'm sure there will be more C-Mop bullet points to come...

Back to the grind

And so begins another school year.

My first week of second year has been smooth sailing so far (I have, mind you, only 9 contact hours a week. Which could be quite a dangerous catch given my history of minimal self motivation) however my first theory based piece of work since finishing high school was a stark reminder of how quickly language skills diminish when not being practiced regularly. It was a struggle just to think of words let alone put them into coherent, functioning sentences.

Derrrrrr.

Here are a few little pieces from last year that I was reasonably happy with at the time, but now I'm not so sure.... I think that has to be a good sign that I'm developing as a designer... or perhaps just a sign that they are crap.

The time has come

There comes a time in every young, happenin' person's life where they have to face the music, bite the bullet and... start a blog.

There is no pre-imagined form for this little space so hopefully I can find sufficient tid bits and sufficient motivation to keep it alive and, god willing, visually and verbally interesting