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a 101st post to celebrate halloween, also forgetting to celebrate the 100th post.

Listening to: Sade — Never as Good As The First Time

Happy Halloween!

I hope that your Hallo-weekend has been safe and fun and such. Mine’s certainly been busy, and fun too I suppose (even though I didn’t get to work at the haunted house with Blé this year, sigh). In fact, I’ve been so rushed that, even as I posted and edited this week’s Friday Foofaraw about four times, I completely missed that it was authoraiINK’s 100th post. So happy 101st post  now, I suppose!

Well. Yesterday was the day that everyone wore their costumes to class. I was a Man In Black/ Secret Agent/ Mafia member with my downstairs neighbor; but so few people got it that when people asked me what I was, I said, “intimidating.” I even had a gun-shaped hand-warmer (which you can see in the photo above) that, surprisingly, confused the people of my English class.

I like coming up with a “Halloween outfit” rather than buying a costume; it both gives you more options and forces you to be more creative. And even though I know that the general stereotype of female badasses is that they wear ridiculous heels (eg. Annie’s Louboutin heels in Covert Affairs, anything that Angelina Jolie has worn in any action movie ever), I thought that Converses were both more practical and more appropriate.

At night, for the dance, I dressed as an acid trip. I wore my knee-high Converse boots, bright red tights that I borrowed from my roommate, huge electric-blue heart earrings and an incredibly trippy dress of indescribable patterning. In the hectic rush of our little preparation party, I didn’t get a photo of the outfit, but one of my friends was kind enough to take a picture of the eye makeup for me.

I apologize for the awkward flash-employed photo — I was so  proud of my handiwork in person that I wasn’t that worried about how it looked on (fake) film. The eyeliner, which you can’t really see in this shot, was lime-green Revlon cream eyeshadow. The bluish shades of eyeshadow were from the same set, and the pink and purple were from a L’Oréal HIP color duo. The mascara is Maybelline  Lash Stiletto.

Anyway, I hope that you have an awesome/scary/whatever-you-want-it-to be Halloween! I got all of my partying done yesterday — the rest of my day, I’m afraid, is destined to be spent in front of my computer screen.

anwa has stolen your kidneys and run away to the city.

Listening to: The Flaming Lips — All We Have Is Now

Well, dear readers, I’m back and all that entails! Back to the interwebs (and tons and tons of unread messages), back to no weekends, back to school. Bleurgh.

In case you’d been wondering where exactly I went, I had a weekend, so last Saturday after my soccer game I packed up and went back up to Montréal. I spent most of the time sleeping, but when I wasn’t , I was Sims-ing, writing, or playing the Xbox Kinect at the demonstration at the mall. It was fun times, let me tell you, but now it’s done. Speaking of the Sims3, though, Late Night was released today; I’m only sad because I won’t be able to buy it for about another month.

But on the topic of the post title. I will admit that my titles are often nonsensical and only make sense if you think really, really hard about them, but this, while it might seem so at first glance, is not one of them. And this is why: The good people of my English class believe that I am a mass-murdering sociopath who is out to steal their kidneys. Now, some (hopefully most) of you might be wondering how this ever happened. Well, I will offer you this short word of advice:

1) If you watch too much of Criminal Minds and Law and Order: SVU,

and

2) You happen to be able to recite the eight prime signs of sociopathy off the top of your head,

and

3) You’re informed enough to understand that kidneys are easier to obtain on the black market than uranium,

Never let it slip to your classmates. Because you will be marked, and your roommate will be afraid to sleep in the same room as you at night.

That is all. I promise that I won’t steal any of your kidneys — you probably live too far away and, honestly, I have far better ways to make money things to do.

an apologetic assortment of somewhat awesome stuff.

Listening to: Björk — Pluto

I will be driving to Montréal this weekend, so I apologize in advance for being unable to post this week’s Friday Foofaraw. I might have to make it a bi-weekly feature, actually, just because of stress on my schedule — but rest assured that the next edition will be AMAZIN’. It just won’t be this week.

To make up for it, though, I decided to reassure you that yes! I do occasionally wear clothes. I also snagged a really nice Canon tripod from my teacher a while ago, so here is what I wore today:

Sorry for my camera-awkwardness. It just won’t go away. Ooh! And! Also — The other day I figured out that I could use my cream eyeshadow as cream eyeliner. So now I have new bright blue, lime green, white and navy (the latter of which I’m wearing now) eyeliner. It’s *quite* convenient.

But, anyway, I also got my prints back last night. So please enjoy a bit of Lomographic whimsy while I try to come up with the theme for next week’s Friday Foofaraw.

 

 

arise, o compatriots.

Listening to: Sade — Jezebel (Yay to Nigerian musicians!)

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Today is the Federal Republic of Nigeria’s 50th birthday. We went from rule by the British Empire to rule by British Petroleum. (Can you tell that took me all day to think up?) I wore a flag-themed outfit — well, a white button-up blouse with a green cami — in honor of the occasion, but unfortunately it was disassembled before I could capture it in photographic form.

In other news, guess who’s now a member of IFB! authoraiINK is all spiffy and categorized. But we’re, like, totes legit now. It’s kind of… awesome?

Happy Independence Day!

nymph-marie.

Listening to: Of Montreal — Labyrinthian Pomp

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Just a quick photo post. In the 15-minute window yesterday between the end of classes and my soccer game, I shot about 101 photos and decided which six I was keeping. Then, today, my photography teacher informed me that my styling and my photography style aren’t quite meshing. In my defense, I didn’t have much time or means to go all Grace Coddington on this one, but I like it. Ah well.

Coming soon: my pre-rant on the 90th anniversary edition of Vogue Paris, why I think it’s awesome, and why it makes me want to barf a little. Also, how I really don’t want Terry Richardson’s name to start showing up in my little sidebar tag cloud.

(not) on the radio.

Listening to: Kate Nash — Shit Song

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Guess who has a fancy new radio show! Yes, me, that’s who. And I can’t play half of the music I like because… profanity is not allowed to cross the airwaves. Le sigh. So, in commemoration of this development, here is a  very short list of perfectly good music that I am bound by federal law not to play:

– The song I’m listening to right now. The title might be a hint.

– Anything by Kate Nash, really.

– Half of my Of Montreal songs. If it’s not the language, it’s the sex/drug references.

Black Cadillacs by Modest Mouse. It’s one of my favourite songs ever, but the chorus (though not, in a technical sense, “profane”) kind of sets off the radar for the f-bomb.

Satellite Mind by Metric. It’s only if you pay attention, but… our studio manager is going to be paying attention.

@!#?@! by Motion City Soundtrack. And well, I guess, most things by Motion City Soundtrack.

 

Well, I could go on for a while. But you should go listen to those songs, since they certainly won’t be (unedited) on the radio anytime soon.

dayzed.

Listening to: Black Box Recorder — Brutality

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Wow. I can’t believe that the first “real” week of school is over — conversely, it seems like we’ve been here for at least a month. So much has happened over the past few days, which is weird to think about because here it’s said here that “nothing that happens before or during the weekend of the first dance even counts”. Of course, the aforementioned saying has nothing to do with schoolwork; if all of the homework I’ve been swamped with the first week of school didn’t count, I would have to shoot someone.

Because I’m the only one in my photography class, I (read: my teacher) decided to have only two classes this week. The first one was to receive my assignment (portraits), and the second one was for him to pick apart my studio portraits because 1) I only used — gasp — one model, 2) even though they were all compositionally very good, they “just didn’t do anything for him”, and 3) he flat-out doesn’t like fashion photography. Le sigh. I spent the next canceled class taking stalker-portraits of passers-by, with which I’m sure he will be very happy.

Once when we were preparing for a photo shoot, Blé joked that I’d found my life’s career in applying other people’s eye makeup. The girls of my dorm seem to believe that as well, as they all made me apply theirs before the dance yesterday. In their words: “Ohmigosh, I’m totes having you do my makeup next dance, too!” In my thoughts: “Ohmigosh, you’d better bring five dollars next time!”

Today we watched Mean Girls. I know it puts me at odds with most American females of my generation to say this, but I strongly disliked that movie. It wasn’t the acting or the plot that did it for me; it was the whole “Girl from Africa” premise. Please, filmmakers of Hollywood, quit your colonialism and remember that FOR THE LAST TIME, AFRICA IS NOT A GIANT EMPTY SAFARI FILLED WITH ELEPHANTS AND POOR, IGNORANT TRIBES-PEOPLE. As someone whose family hails from a country that is both African, metropolitan and one of the  most populous in the world, this irks me so much.

On a semi-random style note: I was taking a look at my Pinterest board (yes, I only have one), I noticed that most of my favorite photos are taken my Eastern European, namely Polish, photographers. And while I’d love to chalk that up to Blé’s influence, I think it’s more because so many of them, at least the ones you see on art sites like deviantArt, have a very similar style. I suppose that I try to emulate this very general style, in a way, but I’m better at incorporation than emulation.

That is all. If you read the entirety of this rambling and unfocused post, you deserve a Double-Stuff Oreo.

 

if a chair falls in the dining hall and no one is there to hear it, are people still having sex?

Listening to: Of Montreal — Triphallus, To Punctuate!

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The extremely long and wordy title is a joke provided courtesy of Plumes. In case you were wondering, the answer is a definite yes.

So today was registration day! Everyone who wasn’t here for preseason came back, which meant a lot of box-carrying and reuniting and running around campus looking for lost key cards. Since it is, I suppose, a special occasion, I decided to show you my outfit — sorry, even though I’m a photo student I still haven’t managed the whole “taking-full-body-self-portraits-without-a-tripod” thing.

Just add the blazer that I wore for most of the day, and I looked like a lawyer.

As far as preseason went, the results were favorable: I didn’t die. And I get to play goalie (at least as of now), so all is right in that sense. The bookstore still doesn’t have my textbook in stock, which is kind of problematic seeing how classes start tomorrow. Also, I seem to have caught a cold — which isn’t nearly as bad as Blé, to whom we send our condolences because she is down with the flu.

According to my schedule and my teacher, I am completely alone in my photography class. Which I suppose is both a good thing and a bad thing. Good because the class dynamics in my last photo class weren’t exactly amazing, but bad because… well, does a class of one really count as a class? At least I know that I’ll have most of those class periods free for independent work.

This year should be interesting. Hopefully it’s in a good way….

preseasoning.

Listening to: Placebo — For What It’s Worth

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So. Today we got up and drove from Montréal to my school. Registration was okayish; they couldn’t find my history textbook and I think someone took a bite out of one of my English books (I’m replacing it), and I look like an axe murderer in my ID photo (reason #598 why the only photos of me I like are usually taken by me), but the number of annoying people in my dorm is totally tempered by the awesomeness that is my hallway. Also, my friend Plumes got me the most amazing t-shirt, which completely sums up photography class last year:

Soccer practice was harder and easier than I thought it would be — easier during the actual practice, not so much during the conditioning. After our run, I tripped and my calves cramped so badly that I couldn’t stand for about five minutes. And ah, I thought I had something else to say, but now I’ve forgotten it….

But as an addendum, I wish I could wear the above shirt to my first class of the year. Stupid dress code.

sur la rue encore.

Listening to: Gogol — Start Wearing Purple

marion cotillard, taken for french vogue by mert alas & marcus piggott and rudely cropped by anwa.

I was eating lunch today when my friend the Newsstand Guy called me to give me glorious news: my French Vogue had arrived! He kindly put it on hold for me, and I picked it up about an hour. So far my favorite shoot is the one with Marion Cotillard — and it makes me sad that the September issue of Vogue Paris isn’t half as big as its American counterpart, because the photography is SO much prettier (in my opinion, at least).

Anyhow, I’m leaving sometime in the next five hours to drive to Montréal and then to school. Currently I’m trying to fit all of my shoes into the shoe caddy (it isn’t working). By some miracle I managed to fit all of my clothes into a bag and a half, my cameras into a shoebox (barring the LC-A+ and the D3000, which I carry around), and my books into a printer paper box. My room is a mess and I still have to pack my backpack… le sigh. At least by this time tomorrow I should be in my favorite city in northern North America.

Also, happy Labor Day to all it applies to! Have a great weekend!

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