i am confused.

My mood changed rapidly on my way to work this fine/shweaty morning.
 1. I was intrigued by all the protester's kipping in the sun at Union Square
8. I was disgusted by the petition being signed to sue the dump truck company, who's driver hit and killed a lady, and fled the scene. 
24. I was saddened by the homeless man picking the dirt off his bare rugged feet.
103. I was warmed by the other homeless man who was bending over and smelling and inspecting a little pink flower. I don't care if it was because he was cracked out of his mind, I think we all need to learn to stop and smell the roses every once and a while.






It's so easy to spend a whole hour or so flicking through forgotten-hopes beautiful array of designers and illustrators. I love that the focus is on collage based design, I wish I had some scissors and old vintage books in front of me, hack.

 Brent Hildy has a way of laying out his finds to create symmetry and white space. Love the color palette he uses too.

i am becoming one of those people

It's a new feeling to me, waking up on a Monday morning and feeling angry and annoyed that it's well, Monday.

I always thought I was a morning person.  Well ah, that's changed.

I couldn't help but wake up and do that half-groan half-cry of utter disgust this morning when my alarm screamed at me. I made mental notes to make sure next weekend to try sleep more/drink less, as I look at my puffy blood shot eyes. I curse myself for not doing that list of work I told myself I would do, knowing I will be up late doing it tonight. 

As I try to focus on my book and be soothed by my music on the subway, I can't help but feel myself get frustrated by the people bumping me and talking loudly to each other. I catch my reflection in the window and am shocked by the sour look on my face. Is that really me?? Am I morphing into a work-hating, complaining, mindless zombie? Oh crap.

Then I think about how incredible my weekend was, and reminded myself there's no reason why every day can be just as incredible. I also reminded myself I'm being a dick: I live in NYC, with cool friends, an amazing job–I'm pretty lucky. If my biggest issue on a Monday morning is that I'm tired, then crap, I have nothing to complain about it.

Being a new week, I think it's a perfect time to think of a few things to get done this week. Starting some new projects is right up there, along with finishing work I was supposed to do over the weekend. Contact family and friend's who are far-far away, yep that's on there. And I think I'm going to add learn to love Monday's on that,  I'm such a firm believer of each day is what you make of it. I guess I just need remind myself that sometimes.  

It's Monday, kick some ass.

i am brain storming.

Ohh yes gift making time for my best friend and her baby-to-be.
I refuse to buy a gift for someone to celebrate something so special as bringing a bundle of crying dribbling pooping in the world.


What better place to look for ideas for hand-rendered illustrations and textures than Doodler's Anonymous. This is always my go to place for ideas for visual diaries, different mediums or just to see what scribbles people come up with.
Time to start sketching shit out now myself.

i am sore.

The ocean at Fort Tilden pummeled me to the sandy floor again and again and I kicked my white pegs as hard as I could to fight against the waves. I swallowed so much salt water from laughing  I'm surprised I didn't turn into a fush.

It was a perfect day at the faraway beach, with a few specks of rain drops and with lots of greyhound drinks. You can't help but smile looking out across the sand to people getting their dose of Vit. D and basking like seals in the sun.

I learnt that I am not as flexible as I was when I was 8, me attempting cartwheels is..entertaining.

New found love : Delicate Steve, and this beautifully soft and minty toned photography of Kim Holtermand. Enjoy.