Annelies has just gone on to win Sydney's Fashion Exposed Award for best Debut Designer and deservedly so.
www.whereloverslie.com has a little preview of her second range. I hope she remembers me when she's famous!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Where Lovers Lie
Here is a look book I did up for my amazing, talented, superstar fashion designer's first range: Where Lovers Lie.
Annelies has just gone on to win Sydney's Fashion Exposed Award for best Debut Designer and deservedly so.
www.whereloverslie.com has a little preview of her second range. I hope she remembers me when she's famous!
Annelies has just gone on to win Sydney's Fashion Exposed Award for best Debut Designer and deservedly so.
www.whereloverslie.com has a little preview of her second range. I hope she remembers me when she's famous!
Package Design
Package Design is the 2nd year class which caused me the most grief and the one I was least motivated about. The transition of thinking about a design in a 2D sense to imagining something not only as a 3D object, but also having to consider functionality and the engineering side of things hurt my brain a lot.
The focus for this brief was on sustainability and as well as reducing packaging it was important to try and incorporate the package into the product somehow. We were designated the product category of 'Personal Care' and this is what I came up with for a hair dye pack.
The focus for this brief was on sustainability and as well as reducing packaging it was important to try and incorporate the package into the product somehow. We were designated the product category of 'Personal Care' and this is what I came up with for a hair dye pack.
MTC Program Guide
A mock up I did for the Melbourne Theatre Company 2010 Program guide that came with a Poster and Event Card which I, as usual, seem to have misplaced somewhere in computer land.
I was trying to merge the rough effect from linocut with the precision of photography in my imagery, however what I had in my head and what actually ended up on the page were a little different.
This is 2nd year work which I am still not overly content with... But I guess that's what 3rd year is for.
I was trying to merge the rough effect from linocut with the precision of photography in my imagery, however what I had in my head and what actually ended up on the page were a little different.
This is 2nd year work which I am still not overly content with... But I guess that's what 3rd year is for.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Wild Hearts Vintage
My dearest friend has just graduated from fashion school and decided to jump in the deep end and start her own online business! Her vintage boutique, Wild Hearts Vintage, is full of carefully hand selected pieces that she has acquired around the traps and some beautiful hand made one off's on their way. Take a peek at www.wildheartsvintage.com and eliminate the need to trawl through rows of bad polyester and Supre hand me downs at the local oppy!
Saturday, November 27, 2010
It Never Rains but it Pours
"Bring on summer festival season!"
That's been my mantra for the last month.
Cars overheating while you wait for hours to get in. Kicking up hot cyclones of dust on the dancefloor. Collapsing into a sweltering tent for some sweaty shut eye when it all gets too much. That's what summer festivals mean to me... that is until Shine On.
Ironic it should be called that given that it rained relentlessly for almost 72 hours.
Driving up to the festival we watched the dark clouds begin to swallow up the sky. A storm was a' brewing and it was obvious it wasn't going to be fleeting. Best get in and set up camp ASAP was the general consensus. As we drove across what was already becoming some fairly bog-worthy terrain the first drops of rain started to fall so we chose a spot and intended to set about building our temporary home only to discover SOMEONE had neglected to pack a crucial component of the construction materials - tent poles. I should probably mention that someone was me, although I am still trying to pass the blame for that one. Sure, I was the one that actually grabbed the tent this time round, but who packed the tent last time is what I want to know? And why weren't the tent poles in the bottom of the tent bag where all good tent poles belong? That way the next person to use the tent picks up the tent bag which is all inclusive of everything necessary to build a tent and doesnt have to waste valuable memory recalling the tent and the poles as two separate items! Anyway, I forgot the tent, which pretty much started the trend for a whole series of unfortunate occurrences which followed.
My would-be-room mate and I, always resourceful, didn't let this minor setback get us down. Borrowing supplies and manpower from nearby campers we somehow managed to build the mother of all marquee/tarp tents. A roomy abode with a solid roof and walls and even a little verandah that we could sit under to enjoy the double rainbow. Chuffed? Youbetcha! We plonked the swag in the middle and set off with the masses to enjoy some music, happy in the fact that we had a nice little shelter to retire to. A nice little shelter right in the heart of the black lagoon. Yep, the rain persisted and our home was smack bang in the lowest point of the district, or so it seemed. Upon return to the shack, our boudoir was washed out, swag floating in the middle like a lilo in a damn. But lilo in damn is reminiscent of summer frolicking, sunbaking and splashing - this was reminiscent of your bed for the next few days saturated and floating in a grassy puddle. We had no option but to push through, denying our bodies the sleep which probably would have saved the delirium that was to follow.
We tried to keep spirits up but it was at times difficult. Gumboots are heavy and make your legs tired which just gives you one more thing to complain about. There was no Krishna van which left me unsatisfied with all food intake. The music was willing my body to dance but the swap of a dancefloor hindered all efforts. Come Sunday I was ready to go home. Really ready. Let's go. Home time. Remove all belongings from the black lagoon. Pack the car. Let's go!
Too bad we got bogged and had to wait to find some kind German stranger to tow us out.
There were definitely some positives to the whole experience. The main one being that the weather conditions permitted you to be able to use the terms "slurry" and "bog" as often as you pleased without them losing in relevance.
That's been my mantra for the last month.
Cars overheating while you wait for hours to get in. Kicking up hot cyclones of dust on the dancefloor. Collapsing into a sweltering tent for some sweaty shut eye when it all gets too much. That's what summer festivals mean to me... that is until Shine On.
Ironic it should be called that given that it rained relentlessly for almost 72 hours.
Driving up to the festival we watched the dark clouds begin to swallow up the sky. A storm was a' brewing and it was obvious it wasn't going to be fleeting. Best get in and set up camp ASAP was the general consensus. As we drove across what was already becoming some fairly bog-worthy terrain the first drops of rain started to fall so we chose a spot and intended to set about building our temporary home only to discover SOMEONE had neglected to pack a crucial component of the construction materials - tent poles. I should probably mention that someone was me, although I am still trying to pass the blame for that one. Sure, I was the one that actually grabbed the tent this time round, but who packed the tent last time is what I want to know? And why weren't the tent poles in the bottom of the tent bag where all good tent poles belong? That way the next person to use the tent picks up the tent bag which is all inclusive of everything necessary to build a tent and doesnt have to waste valuable memory recalling the tent and the poles as two separate items! Anyway, I forgot the tent, which pretty much started the trend for a whole series of unfortunate occurrences which followed.
My would-be-room mate and I, always resourceful, didn't let this minor setback get us down. Borrowing supplies and manpower from nearby campers we somehow managed to build the mother of all marquee/tarp tents. A roomy abode with a solid roof and walls and even a little verandah that we could sit under to enjoy the double rainbow. Chuffed? Youbetcha! We plonked the swag in the middle and set off with the masses to enjoy some music, happy in the fact that we had a nice little shelter to retire to. A nice little shelter right in the heart of the black lagoon. Yep, the rain persisted and our home was smack bang in the lowest point of the district, or so it seemed. Upon return to the shack, our boudoir was washed out, swag floating in the middle like a lilo in a damn. But lilo in damn is reminiscent of summer frolicking, sunbaking and splashing - this was reminiscent of your bed for the next few days saturated and floating in a grassy puddle. We had no option but to push through, denying our bodies the sleep which probably would have saved the delirium that was to follow.
We tried to keep spirits up but it was at times difficult. Gumboots are heavy and make your legs tired which just gives you one more thing to complain about. There was no Krishna van which left me unsatisfied with all food intake. The music was willing my body to dance but the swap of a dancefloor hindered all efforts. Come Sunday I was ready to go home. Really ready. Let's go. Home time. Remove all belongings from the black lagoon. Pack the car. Let's go!
Too bad we got bogged and had to wait to find some kind German stranger to tow us out.
There were definitely some positives to the whole experience. The main one being that the weather conditions permitted you to be able to use the terms "slurry" and "bog" as often as you pleased without them losing in relevance.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Into the Ether
Last week I was trying to get together an online folio for my 'pretend job application.' I had one project that I did first year which I really loved but was unable to find on my computer. Weird. The whole folder for my digital design class was missing. After a little while searching through the endless docs on my computer panic started to set in as I realised it was no where to be found.
A few months back I transferred filed to a harddrive and then deleted them from my computer. It was done late at night and I know realise that I must have transferred the files I wanted and then accidentally deleted my digital design folder without actually having backed it up. The only copy I have are the images I posted to facebook which are poor quality. Wahhhh... Lately computers only seem to be making my life harder!
If anyone knows how to recover work from deleted trash please comment below and let me know. Cheers.
A few months back I transferred filed to a harddrive and then deleted them from my computer. It was done late at night and I know realise that I must have transferred the files I wanted and then accidentally deleted my digital design folder without actually having backed it up. The only copy I have are the images I posted to facebook which are poor quality. Wahhhh... Lately computers only seem to be making my life harder!
If anyone knows how to recover work from deleted trash please comment below and let me know. Cheers.
Friday, October 1, 2010
The best form of procrastination
I've been trying super hard this semester to not get distracted and spend every spare second doing my schoolwork. It has happened exactly like that of course, however at least with no internet at home over the past few weeks I've at least found myself partaking in distractions that are a little more worthwhile than scrolling through stranger after stranger on the devil fb. Here are a few little sketchy poos I have done.
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