FOTD; Film Noir & 'Nevermore'

Face

Make-Up Forever Primer in Green

Almay Nearly Nude Foundation

MAC Mineralize Skinfinish Natural in Light

MAC Powder Blush in Harmony

MAC Eyeshadow in Phloof!

Eyes

Urban Decay Primer Potion

MAC Paint Pot in Soft Ochre

MAC Eyeshadow in Phloof! (All over the lid and as a highlight)

MAC Fluidline in Blacktrack

Covergirl Lashblast Mascaras (Volume and Length) in Black

Brows

Anastacia Brow Duo in Ebony

Maybelline Greatlash Mascara in Clear

Lips

MAC Lipstick in Film Noir (Like five coats; it's not too opaque when a lip brush is used)

My mom and I went to see 'Nevermore: The Imaginary Life And Mysterious Death Of Edgar Allan Poe' last Wednesday.


I was super excited; it was getting rave reviews, the poster looked appropriately creepy, I can never think of a third point, etc.

I was really disappointed.

I'll start with the good; the guy who played Edgar was fantastic, and I felt that he was the best singer.

That's all the good news.

I don't know what play these critics were seeing; both my mom and I found it juvenile.

It attempted to be a Rocky Horror Pictureshow-esque comedy, but it tried too hard to be creepy and not campy, like it should have been.

It wasn't the actors faults, save one, it was just the material; the 'save one' actress, the chick who played Rosalie, was one of the worst over actors I've ever seen. She reminded me so much of the girls I used to do drama with who's lives were 'the theater', and every single breathy word was completely contrived as their faces went crazy with 'emotion'.

The audience seemed to love it though, or at least the people who laughed were very loud.

Because the play was based on Edgar Allen Poe's life, I went with Film Noir lipstick by MAC, since I'd never worn it out.

I was going to wear it to work once, but I think dark brown lipstick may be too much for an NC15 to wear in the day time.

I also wore my new Alexis Bittar ring and some fifty cent earrings I bought at a sewing shop that have seemed to have not fallen apart, unlike their fallen comrades that I purchased the same day.

They were literally fifty cents though, so only a couple wears were to be expected.

QuestionTheDay;

The Olympics. Thoughts?

I had to do a delivery between stores at work the other day, so basically I was just supposed to walk around downtown Vancouver and pick up what needed to be picked up. I thought it would take me at most fifteen minutes, since I know the quickest routes and it's not very far.

I was wrong.

It was a nice day so every tourist decided to be on Robson and Granville. It took me double the time.

Then, coming home, the new seabus could barely fit everybody.

Vancouver, you can't tell the tourists to take transit and then not fit them. It doesn't work that way.

Anyway, we'll see how these nest few weeks go.

Love.

OOTD; Explanations + My Newest Alexis Bittar Piece

_ Gray sweater from H&M

_ Black leggings form American Apparel
_ Rosary by Tarina Tarantion

_ Ring by Alexis Bittar (!!!)

_ My mom's old boots

So remember back in the day when I said that since Christmas is over I'd have more time to post on this blog, and then didn't?

OK, here's what happened; a couple weeks ago I decided on a whim to check the university I'm applying to's due dates, assuming that the application was due March 1st, like it had said previously, and that the portfolio was due some time in April, like it had said previously.

Apparently they can change the due dates on a whim.

I had six days to apply, and not even three weeks to do my portfolios.

Panic.

But I pulled up my bootstrings (I hope I'm using that phrase correctly) and got down to work; everyday I had off was devoted to writing, writing, writing.

I dropped the portfolios off at the post office earlier today, so I'm done, at least for this university.

I still have four more portfolios to due, but that's a completely different topic all together, and one that I don't plan to think about for about a week.

Anyway, on to the outfit; I wore this to work on Friday and then out to see 'The Lovely Bones' and 'The White Ribbon'.


I was impressed by "The Lovely Bones'; it was getting so-so reviews so I didn't come in with much expectations, but I enjoyed myself. Stanley Tucci is fantastic in it, by the way.

But then again, isn't he always?

Then my friend and I snuck into 'The White Ribbon' a German film about a village before World War One.

Don't go see this movie. I have never been so bored; the plot is basically someone is terrorizing the villagers and they want to know who, and in doing so the viewer gets a to see the dynamics of each family. I get what the movie was trying to do, what with the character development and all, but there were just too many characters for any plot development to really happen.

My friend and I didn't even watch until the end; we wanted to catch the 12:45 seabus home versus the 1:15, so we just left. There didn't look to be any conclusion in sight, so we just said "Fuck it."

I was os dissapointed; this film is getting Oscar buzz for Best Foreign Film, and it was something I was really looking forward too.

Onto nails of the day, OPI's 'Gargantuan Green Grape', AKA an excuse to show off my new Alexis Bittar ring.

Don't hate, it was the last one and I just had to get it.

It passed the ultimate test too; on Saturday night my mom and I went to the ballet (That Joni Mitchell one) and a middle aged man passing by me stopped to complement me on it.

So it's got the male seal of approval.

Love.

Inspiration; The Mixtape Project

The internet was the best thing to ever happen to music.

I know that many musicians, producers, and whatnot disagree with me, but they're looking at music from a business standpoint. I look at music as art; back in the day, and by that I mean before the internet, what kind of music did people listen to? Whatever was on the radio. What type of music was popular? Whatever was on the radio. I can't even imagine the power these record executives held over the general public. Whatever they said, went.

But who listens to the radio anymore? I don't.

(In my defence though, Vancouver, for a metropolitan city, has the most homogeneous mix of radio stations. It's either mainstream rap, hard rock, or QMFM soft favourites. The latter was played at my orthodontist, and to this day still reminds me of retainer glue and getting my teeth filed down)

I find artists and bands through the internet; if I see a movie and the soundtrack resonates deeper than any of the dialogue, I look it up. If I want to know which bands are popular in Europe right now, I can check that country’s iTunes chart (despite iTunes having yet to allow the purchase of music between countrys). My friends and I rap along to K-pop videos we’ve seen on YouTube, while Korean kids can see the latest Canadian indie video shot in Toronto. ‘The X-Factor’, the original ‘American Idol’, is broadcast live via YouTube, and clips from ‘Britain’s Got Talent’ landed Susan Boyle the number one album in the world.

OK, I’ll end history lesson. What was the point of all that?

The point is that the music industry has evolved; no record executive can tell you what to listen to as long as your local garage band is posting their demos on MySpace. Unknown bands can establish fan bases through comments and friend requests, and word of mouth has become the new publicist. Kids in remote Middle America can listen to music in languages they’re parents have never heard of, and no one can stop them.

Then comes the double-edged sword, however; with so much to choose from, what do you download?
With so many ‘journalists’ sitting behind computer screens and blogging about the latest ‘it’ band, how do we know who’s word to take? Are the reviews driven by opinion, or endorsements?
In a digital age where anonymity is the norm, who really gives the best advice?

Simple: your friends.

Think of how connected you are; how many forums you frequent, how many YouTube videos you’ve seen, how many bands have sent you a friend request on Facebook, etc.
Think of how much music you’ve stumbled across in your internet travels. Now double it.
If you’ve been able to amass an eclectic collection of today’s (and yesterday’s) greatest music, so have your friends.

What else do your friends have? MP3s.
So easily compacted into a tiny iPod and so easily sharable, plus invisible, so the breakability factor goes way down (sorry, CDs).
OK, so you’ve got your friends, and you’ve got your MP3 players of choice. Now what?
Take a step back into the past.
Enter the mixtape; a collection of songs of varying artists and genres, originally recorded onto a cassette tape (thus ‘mixtape’), though now normally burned onto a CD.

My friends and I called our group ‘The Mixtape Project’; we were a group of kids fuelled by ‘High Fidelity’ starring a young John Cusack, and our combined love of music and lyrics.
Basically, we wanted to discover new songs while keeping the intimacy of physically making someone an album, complete with linear notes and cover art, that had been lost somewhere in the early noughties.
Every week a Facebook a message would be sent out regarding the next theme of the tapes; we then had one week to complete the mix and cover art. To make sure that the CDs were distributed evenly, a list of our names was compiled alphabetically, and your name minus ‘x’ was who you’re tape was for.

The first step was creating a theme, which is more difficult than it sounds; our first topic was easy: love, though we made it a bit more difficult by changing it to ‘love transcends all, even death’ (we were reading a lot of Wordsworth and Coleridge in English Lit. at the time).
Other themes included hate, travel, your personal top ten favourite songs, and the essentials of whatever your favourite genre of music is. We also did a free for all week, where themes such as ‘awesome music’ emerged.

Next is creating the mix itself. There’s no concrete way to go about doing this; my objective was to create a list of songs that flowed. Start off with a bang, slowly fade to more melodic tracks, and then build up to the end. The ending track is the most important; what message do you want to relay to your listener?
The mix should be the average length of an album, ten to fourteen songs. A girl in The Mixtape Project attempted twenty plus song mixes, but no one was listening beyond track sixteen.

The last step is optional, but highly recommended: cover art. We were a diverse cross-section of high school students; some made images on their laptops, some painted and drew, and I used my photography, or searched deviantart.com for the perfect image. Whatever we did, it made the experience more personal; our CDs weren’t to be discarded after being downloaded into iTunes, they were to be kept, to be looked over while the recipient plugged in their headphones and indulged in the music.

We did this for a couple months, until the stress of final exams and university applications took precedence over our playlists, and it sticks in my mind as one of my fondest teenage memories.
I still listen to my mixes; I’ve discovered new artists, laughed over some odd choices, expanded my musical horizons, but above all, learned more about my friends then I ever could within a conversation.
That was the side effect none of us expected. We listen to music because it takes what we could never say and says it for us. Every lyric is personal; we are who we really are in music. The most intimate thing a person can do is share their favourite song; thanks to The Mixtape Project, we did that every week.

We live in an age of technology, an age where corporations are slowly losing their grip on the public mind, and anyone can say or be anyone behind a black profile and the name ‘Anonymous’.
The Mixtape Project brought a small group of Vancouver high school students together; on the surface it was about music, on a deeper level, friendship.

The internet may provide us with any genre of music we may covet, but what’s the point if behind it is just some unmarked source? Where’s the emotion?
You know that song? That one song that everyone in the world should hear? The one that’ll change your life?
Buy a black CD. Make a mix.
Change someone’s life.


Love.