The new Tomorrows Tulips music video is up and it has little kids looking like Kurt Cobain. So smart. On another note, its Spring Breaky, go find your Spring Break Lover. Thats all for now. lubs.
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Casual Hopelessness
New Half-tone
Over the weekend I had to make a mask and got nowhere, even ask Kelli, well, I got a half of an idea down, and this is what I came up with. But, I just defaulted to halftones because you can never fail with those. right?
Do you <3 Lindsay Lohan?
Do you think she looks better like a super-hero or a red head?
Would you party with her, but only if you had her super powers?
Upgrade
I need to start being more drastic when it comes to my shirt/tie collection + collaboration. If anyone has anything they want to donate similar to shown above, let me knowz. Or if you just want to go buy pocket squares some day, I hear that ebay is always having a great sale.
Haute Hangerz
Want to know what someone would look like while wearing your clothes? Make a hanger out of their face! Meanwhile, while I start making all these hangers with Annie/@anniesdiary on them, you go read how its done over here at: OutsaPop.com
Gross
I hate most wedding announcements. They are boring, fake, nothing elegant, not original and most likely use that font called, wait for it, Papyrus. Oh how this world can do with out. But, this post is about how something can have a million plus dollars spent on it, yet that gross creepy typeface will sneak in to ruin everything. PapyrusWatch.com is where you can report your findings. Kind of like the people of WalMart site, and how we must make fun of them, I as a person who cares what font some one uses will make fun of Papyrus. woof.
But, it gets better. Avatar, yes you've prolly seen it, but i haven't. But guess what, Papyrus made it into the movie. Double woof. Anyways here is a letter of thanks from Papyrus to Avatar/Mr. James Cameron.
Dear Mr. Cameron,
A letter such as this can hardly do justice to the overwhelming gratitude I’m hoping to express herein. Your most recent film, Avatar, has finally legitimized my work in a way I’ve only ever dreamed of.
Goodness knows I’ve worked hard the past 26 years to make a name for myself. And it’s felt great coming to the aid of New Age spa owners, suburban party planners, and young couples looking to save money by making their own wedding invitations. But only now, by appearing in your movie, have I been given mainstream, high-level recognition as a serious typeface. And for that, I thank you.
Imagine my delight so many months ago at seeing the trailers and posters for this, your much anticipated return to science fiction movie making. To see the title AVATAR (all caps!) typeset in yours truly. Well, I practically wept. And to be rendered in such an artificial luminescent way... finally, in the hands of a true visionary such as yourself, my potential to look totally badass had been realized.
Little did I know that that was only the tip of the iceberg (no Titanic reference intended!). After seeing the finished film (in Imax 3D of course), I can easily say it is the greatest movie ever made! To think, among your many bold choices as a filmmaker—soldiers who fly helicopters despite mastering interstellar travel; inexplicable floating mountains; and humans still petty enough to commit genocide in order to acquire precious minerals such as the very cleverly named unobtainium—that I would be one of them. Kudos to you for not spending a single cent of your massive budget on an expensive, attractive font for the subtitles, and opting to put me to the task instead.
Shockingly, as if you hadn’t already done enough for me, when the title card appeared at the end of the picture, there I was again! Chills, I tell you, chills. I hardly have words, even now, to describe my sheer admiration for this final master stroke: glowing, green letters filling every inch of the screen. A lesser director man might have settled at filling the screen left to right, but not you. You saw me, in my humble proportions, and said No, not big enough. Undoubtedly, a few mouse-clicks later, your most talented technician had me soaring to new cap-heights. Let me never come back down.
Thank you Mr. Cameron, thank you!
Yours in friendship and wanton servitude,
Letter from Pr*ttySh*ttydesign
kbye.
Don't use Papyrus and we can become/still be friends.
Super Bowl Hipster
Read Hipster Runoff for your fix/breakdown of the Super Bowlz. Below is "I AM CARLES's" conclusion to the Super Bowl.
Does the Super Bowl bring humans together?
Is Hurricane Katrina ‘over’?
Is Haiti Earthquake ‘worse than’ Hurricane Katrina?
Should we pull troops out of Afghanistan?
Will New Orleans be destroyed by a Hurricane withing the next 5 years, making this Super Bowl victory irrelevant?
Who is the most marketable athlete?
Do lifestyle brands ‘waste money’ on Super Bowl ads?
What product r u gonna try because of the Super Bowl?
Do sports ‘matter’?
Is American Football overrated by Americans?
Is the World Cup the only pure sporting experience?
Predicted Super Bowl Halftime shows performers for the next 10 years:
2011: Kings of Leon
2012: John Mayer + Justin Timberlake
2013: The Killers + Jay-Z and Beyonce
2014: Arcade Fire / Death Cab
2015: Lady Gaga
2016: Coldplay
2017: Vampire Weekend
2018: The Beatles [via hologram]
2019: The Black Eyed Peas
2020: Washed Out, Neon Indian, Justin Bieber
(Who do yall predict?)
PRINT!
Boss Construction
Nashville, USA
Andrew Vastagh, aka Boss Construction, graduated from the design programme at the University of Memphis and, anxious to avoid having to work in a corporate cubicle, focused his energies instead on the freedom that gig posters offered.
http://bossconstruct.com/
Acid Girls
The other day, was talking to some people about weddings. Mostly how I hate weddings. Then I came to the conclusion that my wedding is going to be black. Maybe it will have some white. But black and white to say the least. I mean, everyone always gets caught up in the colors of what they want at their wedding, matching this, that etc, well, Black is black. White is white. No shades of in-between. But then again, if I do end up having to have "color" then I hope my wedding ends up like this. zomggg.
Acid Girls - Lightworks from Scion A/V on Vimeo.
Indie Bros
How come indie bros always have great album art work? From the beautiful female on the front to the use of Futura typography saying Vampire Weekend + Contra along with the sepia tone, yet vintage feel to the picture, not to mention the white border. wowz. I'm not going to say anything about the music, just the cover art.
New Yearz - Pt. I
This is going to be there short version of my decade/year. The longer detailed version can be read in Pt. II.
I am just going to start naming things off that meant something to me, ready, set, go...
Music, internetz, Hema, junior high, work, Datsun, hair, rock n roll, punks, surf, folk, Annie, Stu, Justin+Katie, sports, rap, hip-hop, hippies, design, Stu, Jake, parents, high school, Idaho, aunt Vangie/uncle Kim, TBS, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Adobe, Mac, tight jeans, Mitzi, Barbie, Mason, B.Flow, The Killers, Los Lopez, Heimuli's, stuff, blah, blah, blah,...
I give up, just finish reading my long post in Pt. II.
kthxbye.
R.I.P.
How am I late on this? Why didn't anyone tell me about THIS? I feel as if I've been lied to for the past couple of years. Well i guess its better I find out now rather than later. Mark my words, I'll bring it back from the dead in the next 10-40 years. You just wait.
Legit.
This has been building up for a while now. I thought I could just calmly keep it to myself and things would work/die out for the better. But it hasn't. The topic here is the word LEGIT. It can be a good word, but in this day and age, I hate the word legit. I hate that everyone uses legit to describe anything. I hate that people made bracelets with the word legit on it. I hate that people who use legit think they're cool and have a huge vocabulary. I hate that legit is so common to use that its lost all of its originality to speak of. So please for the sake of me, please don't use legit like you own it, because if you do, I will think less of you. Thats a promise. PLEASE don't use the word legit. I beg you.
Along with legit, I have a list of other things I can't stand in today's society.
This list includes:
-the word 'chillax'
-the term 'Cali' when referring to the state of California
-when cause is spelled 'cuz'
-when people use emoticons in every message I get from them, when in reality they would never make that face toward me when saying said message in person.
(In my opinion, the people who do these things, are the same people who are texting with emoticons and every other word is legit, oh and they probably spell cause 'cuz' and they talk so much about how they had the best time in 'Cali' while they 'chillaxed' at the beach the whole time....)
-I hate corn. I hate corn-on-the-cob, I hate popcorn, I hate anything with corn in it.
-I hate cotton candy.
-I hate pajama pants, I hate when people wear them in public or to bed.
-I strongly dislike the mid-life crisis, muscle bulging dude (or female) who wears Ed Hardy and Affliction clothing.
-I hate when people throw up peace signs in EVERY picture they take of themselves, or that their friends take of them.
-I don't like how the radio is powered by ads and not music, but when the music does come on, I get mad and wish it didn't suck the originality out of people listening to it. I always feel like an old grandpa when I listen to the radio, I'll hear a song and think to myself, 'Oh, so this is the song everyone has been singing lately.'
And you get my point, just about everything can bug me in one way or another... The list could go on. But, FOR THE LOVE, please stop doing these things.
Thank you.
Childhood
Do you remember your childhood? As I sit her with the one and only KELZONE watching Saved By The Bell, one of the best shows every child can relate to, I came to realize, I WANT MY CHILDHOOD BACK! I mean, times were simple right? You got to wake up in the summer, watch TV, (my personal faves were Ghost-Writer and of coarse, Saved By The Bell), then you eat your favorite cereal and go back to sleep or bum around some more. You might of had some chores to do, but seriously? Who honestly couldn't say they wanted their childhood back? I wish I could go ride my bike around the neighborhood a million times after watching the movie RAD a million times more. Or when I had all the time in the world, well actually just about 3 months of summer vacation, to do whatever it is that you REALLY wanted to do. Summer and childhood go hand in hand. Agreed?
What do YOU want back from your childhood? Whatever it is, make it happen. You owe it to your self to have what makes you happy. So if you haven't done something you WANT to do, then stop reading this and bring back your childhood and have some good times.
Ode To My Jeans
[Look at those jeans, you know they've been thru lots. ]
This is a serious issue. You know that one pair of jeans that will never let you down no matter what? That one pair of jeans that you wear day in day out just because you have never found a pair that even comes close to comparing. No matter how many times you try and wear a 'replacement' pair for a day or two, but when you put back on your favorite pair, how everything just seems to be better? Or when do your laundry and your favorite pair is never in their because your always wearing them so they cant be washed. However, when you do finally wash them, they always feel like a NEW pair of your favorite jeans because they kind of fit a little different due to washing/drying and the whole actually being clean and not dirty thing. None the less, your favorite pair of jeans tells a lot about a person. It says what your style is. How you treat your clothes and more importantly how loyal you are to your jeans. I RARELY change my jeans line up. My favorite skinny/black jeans always get first priority over most clothes I own. Its just the way it is. I mean I've had other pairs of favorite jeans that have now been pushed to my second or third favorite pair, and don't get me wrong, those have had their days of wear + tear, and now their on their retirement 'leg' (pun) of their life of being my favorite pair of jeans. Those second and third place jeans will always have a place in my heart forever for always being there. Your favorite pair of jeans is always your consistency of what to base your life off of at the time. If your jeans don't fit you right/make you happy, your days will suck. You wont be happy. So the question is, why try to change what is going good? If you get one thing out of this post, its just to appreciate your favorite pair of jeans to the fullest. I mean, who cares if you wear the same pair for DAYS in a row. The way I see it, if you don't care, people shouldn't either. Or if they don't smell bad then you're good to go. So wear your favorite pair of jeans. LOVE your favorite pair of jeans.
A Gallon of Salt Water
As me and Mason arrive after our long, long drive from lovely Bountiful to our first stop at being Wendy’s in St. George, its beyond death with how hot it actually is outside. It was so hot I think I spent over 10 dollars for a Frosty. So worth it. Back on the road for the city of free love, or, sin. We have no idea of where we are going, or what to even expect of our hotel that was so easily found on PriceLine. But it gets worse, the heat is even hotter than St. George and we’re lost, and there’s construction everywhere. Luckily I learned how to use my BlackBerry and navigated our way there. This is something that came in handy so many times that I’m thinking I’m next to awesome using a GPS on my phone.
We decide to hit the strip and see what actually goes down in this city. We walk, walk some more, then we finally decide that its time for Mason to spend some money. So he decides to gamble. Long story short, He won nothing, and lost everything.
The next day we set out to do something that Las Vegas had to offer, but something that we didn’t know they had to offer. Waking up late leaves room for only one meal a day, so we decide that meal should be Café Rio. The one we decide to go ends up being more than a half hour away which only leads to more bonding time while driving. On our way back, we decide to hit every discount clothing store we see. Yes, we went shopping. And we did it a lot that day. We went into the same store at so many different locations that I swore to myself we wouldn’t go to that store while on this trip, but somehow we still ended up shopping there.
Now that the week is just about half over, what better way to spend the day then to drive all day? So we did just that, drove all day to our promised land, Los Angeles. I don’t really know what made that last hour so long, its either I had to go pee so bad and refused Masons offer to go into an old Dairy Queen cup, Or getting lost on all the freeways and getting on every one, except for the right one. None the less, we reached our goal and found our way.
Fast forward to some traveling time and now to our hotel in Redondo Beach. To just park at our hotel was 18 dollars a day, and wifi cost 10 dollars for every 24 hours. This leads to parking a mile away and trying to find a spot that isn’t scheduled for street cleaning for the next morning and going to starbucks and paying only 5 dollars for a starbucks card for their wifi and another 5 for a frapacino and a muffin for 2 hours to update our lives on the internet.
Wednesday night we end up driving to Hollywood and went to the ROXY on Sunset to see Beardo perform. Met Beardo, Tony Potato, the sexy dancer from Whitestarr, shook Mickey Avalons hand during the Beardo show. Got weird glares from all the Asain fans from Far East Movement, and couldn’t believe someone actually knew who this crazy guy was on stage, let alone I knew all his songs. Mason can testify to our unfortunate luck with the crowd.
For our next day to ourselves after a surreal night from before, we decide to head to Venice beach. A place that dreams come true, or at least a place where you can dream. Upon arriving, Mason gets handed a pair of headphones by a homie and ends up paying him for his crappy rap demo from Atlanta Georgia. I guess its karma put out there, for every horrible crap CD bought some one buys a solid album and the right person gets their lucky break (insert your love for HEMA here).
Driving to LAX we see a fire hydrant break and shoot into the sky and into the power lines. While we were outside in the city you can hear the power lines buzzing from all the water and electricity. We get back on to one of the many free ways and head to pick up Ben from the LAX and got lost walking all the terminals, so we just ended up telling him to meet us. To our defense of how stupid we are and how we did everything the hard way, look who your reading about. Mason, Me and Ben.
Drove from LAX to Redondo Beach using all back roads and tried to find somewhere to eat, so we ate at Fatburger where Mason got the XL and it was gnarly gross and heavy. To burn all this off we decided to walk to all the bars/clubs at the beach. Walked the boardwalk and found a bar to go inside. Im not joking when I say we walked 2 miles both ways in the middle of the night.
We woke up so early the next morning to move our car from our parking spot for the street sweepers, its beyond mentioning what we are actually wanting to do. We end up driving 2 and a half hours down the coast to San Diego and walked into MEXICO. Mason, the only on with the passport is set on supporting every family with his donations to their pancho and blanket products.
In Mexico Mason and I being white, have tourist written all over us. We never knew we had so many friends, “eh, amigos! I’ve been waiting for you all day, come in, come in” We ended up buying 2 for 1 drinks with each drink costing an arm and a leg. First rip off of the day. In this club we are having drinks at, the host keeps trying to tell us we gets free complementary shots. We keep telling him no. No. No. Then he tries to sell his prescription drugs that he can get us a great deal on, and to the best strip clubs in the city, or whatever we want, he has it for us. The music is so loud in this club and this guy is getting so annoying that I am a jerk to him the whole time and he still bugs Mason and doesn’t leave us alone.
We finally leave the club and go eat some real tacos, finally my favorite thing that Mexico has brought into this country, TACOS. Awesome tacos, and great host at this outdoor restaurant in the center of Tijuana makes these tacos taste amazing.
After spending our money on worthless items in every store with the same product, we go into American Apparel. That’s right, a real American Apparel in Mexico. Kind of weird to be honest. No great deals. Exact same prices as the US, but in the middle of the Tijuana you would think you would get some kind of deal.
On our way out, we got some of the best churos I’ve had to date. 1 dollar for a whole bag of them. Awesomenessss. Walking back over to America, I was stupid enough to take a picture in the customs building which lead to having me grab the attention of border patrol right from the start. After they search my camera for my deleted pictures, they ask for what I don’t have, a passport. Awesome, First I’m in trouble for taking pictures, now I don’t have a passport to get out of Mexico. But it gets better, on my way out, since I don’t have any bags, I get patted down and searched because of suspicious behavior. Oh gosh, but fun none the less.
Our homeboy Ben, a brown skinned Spanish speaking Guatemalan native, didn’t have his passport either. So our friend that gets mistaken for a Mexican while in Mexico doesn’t even have a passport to get across. But, somehow he made it out the door before it did. Do I really look that suspicious? Honestly?
Waking up the next day in our hotel, Ben reminds us that he forgot it was the 4th of July. As we head straight to Beverly Hills to pick up Bens cousin, we notice everyone is outside our hotel. Must be the 4th. No parking anywhere and people everywhere. We find Ms. Megan Mark. She leads us our way around and we drive downtown Hollywood. For the rest of the day we just end up going to the Hollywood sign on the hill and going to check out the view of downtown LA. We saw Michael Jackson’s star and that was a feeling all of its own.
After a long holiday we start driving back to our hotel and we see a few fireworks here and there. We hear most of them while trying to find parking a 100 miles away from our hotel and right as we get to the front of our hotel where everyone is, we see the last 5 seconds of the finale. Awesome. As we’re going up the elevator in the hotel, we were accompanied by 2 ladies who are speaking another language. Ben asks if the language they’re speaking is something that he thought he knew, no answer, awkward, then it gets worse, our room was next to theirs, all the way on the other side of the hotel, so we followed them the whole way there and I am pretty sure they thought we were following them. That night we decide to let traffic die down before we head back home. It was midnight when I looked at the time, and we were in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the freeway. OMG. Traffic owned our life for the first time.
Driving thru the night was ok until Las Vegas where I think the water from the Lemon-Aid Mason drank in Mexico or all the gallons of salt water finally got to him. Every rest stop he had to go. And he had to go so bad, that he wouldn’t go in the same old Dairy Queen cup he tried to make me pee in earlier. Made that last couple of hours longer than I even thought possible. And we were so close, yet so far and home all at the same time.
The End.
Get Ben Out Of Mexico
Last week Mason, Ben and I went down to Tijuana. Unfortunately mi amigo Ben Lopez forgot his passport back into the USA and is now being held there until we can get him his passport. Please pray for him, as he is stuck in Mexico for who knows how long. Thank you.
Half A Birthday
Dang. I'm so ungrateful its unreal. I know now that I officially hate things that must be perfect. This list includes, weddings, Christmas day, New Years Eve and now my birthday. I'm not saying I hate these days, its just that I expect way too much out of them and always come away with nothing. I'm ungrateful. I'm selfish. I'm a wishful thinker that expects too much. This too shall pass, Lets see here, now to something more original. How about we get some creative energy going on and take everything we now know to the next level so we can all be awesome. Lets do this. We all need this to happen for the sake of natural progression.
Now with that said, I'll put this picture of what makes me happy. It has an edge that can make some people feel a little uncomfortable which will make me feel a little bit better. And its my favorite person to follow on twitter, the one, the only, Sarah Morrison.
Oh wait, I just remembered I made a fort out of bunk beds the other day. That alone should be amazing. Save summer by building forts.
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