(picnic, lightning)

2012-03-19

mani-festdestiny:

GIVEAWAY! - I never thought that I would have such a grand multiple of ten followers! I’m also coming up on one year on tumblr, and what better way to celebrate!?!?!?!?

There will be two winners - they must be following me!

Set A and Set B. First to respond to winner posting gets to choose one set. (Set A is technically “better”).

1 Like = 1 entry

1 Reblog = 1 entry

Set A: Sephora 500 point eye set (remover, mascara, de-puffer, peach eyeshadow, waterproof liner, cleansing foam), Scandal Lavender Purple (Korean brand), Nails Inc. Sloane Square, American Apparel Nail Lacquer The Valley, Color Club Very Merry Berry, Sally Hansen Salon Effects How Romantic (limited ed. for Valentines Day 2012), 5 blank nail wheels, Dual-ended dotting tool with fine brush, 1 sheet of Nail Fraud Money print vinyl appliques, ArtClub Glam Golden Zebra appliques, Hello Kitty bows and kitty nail stickers

Set B: Sephora for OPI vinyl appliques in Polka Dots, Japanese nail stickers of various bows, 5 blank nail wheels, Sally Hansen Salon Effects in Numbskull (limited ed. for Halloween 2011), dual-ended emery-orangewood stick, Hello Kitty nail clipper (Sephora exclusive), American Apparel Glitter Nail Lacquer in Constellation, Paul & Joe #15, Nicki Minaj for OPI Save Me and Sally Hansen Crackle Overcoat Vintage Violet.

No international limit. Winners will be announced in two weeks,on March 26th. Message me with any questions!

Congrats Anna! This girl has true style! <3 If you don’t know, now you know!

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Hey gang. Sorry about that. Guess I forgot about the internet or something. I spent a while mucking about. (I was in DC working on Madame Butterfly til 3/20, then Oberlin til 3/29, then home in MA til 4/4, visiting Greg Manley and others in NYC til 4/10, home again, Fishers Island for a spell, home to unpack and repack and then repack again (better), and have been back in Alexandria, VA since 4/29.)

I’m back at the Kennedy Center, interning with Wigs and Makeup. We opened Iphigenie en Tauride last Friday and Don Pasquale will open this coming Friday. Our dear Placido Domingo is performing in Iphigenie and conducting in Pasquale, so I get to see him a bunch, which is always pleasant. Iphigenie’s design is very crazy—sort of The Matrix meets Rocky Horror—which means that my job has been Lead Tattoo Makeup Artist (or something). Essentially I get to paint awesome tribal tattoos on a dozen or so extremely talented singers and dancers. Don Pasquale is not so hardcore, but as it’s set in the Cavalier period, there’s a billion awesome wigs, so I’m helping with chorus wigs for that show.

It’s been a ton of work and little rest, but I love mostly every moment of it. Once Pasquale opens, we’ll be able to settle into a bit more of a rhythm and work won’t be so rough. I’ll sadly be missing the final night of Iphigenie and the last two performances of Pasquale, what with having to head back to Oberland and graduate. (See you the 26th.) After graduation, I’ll be heading straight to Cooperstown, NY, where I’ll spend twelve weeks working (for money!!!) at Glimmerglass, a summer opera festival. I can’t wait. For anything. Everything is awesome.

xoxo

(cross-posting on Oberlove too. sorry.)

2011-03-08

look-at-these-things:

by Luke Chueh

rainbows everywhere.

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2011-02-20

Wow. YES.

look-at-these-things:

PLAYTIME by B. Fleischmann

a wonderfully playful video. kind of like a combination of kid’s television and one too many drugs.

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2011-02-03

victoriaisamess asked: ALI, my hallmate love. How is your world?
<3 Victoria

My world is shiny. I am moving every month or so. I’m off to Dc in a few weeks. I like things. You? Yours?

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A brief check-in.

I just spent the most wonderful month building puppets for pirates.

www.storypirates.org Love them. Do it. They’re the best.

I’ve done the thing where I move a thousand times. Ohio to Western MA to Brooklyn. Now I’m in Boston for two days before I head home (this afternoon) to Western MA. If you can call it home. On Valentine’s Day I will move to DC for an internship doing makeup for the opera.

I’ll give you more details, one day.

I continue to be stupid as well as lonely. Mistakes have been made. I have been naive. I have been tipsy on the upper west side, unable to find my way back to Bedstuy. I have thrifted in Billyburg. I have lived in an excessively green room, subletting from a boy I know and have known. I have lived in the same city as my brother for the first time in nine years or so. I have made art for a Matisyahu music video. I have built two Muppet-style puppets. I have been praised. I have been chastised. I have graduated. I have finished my final Winter Term, and in it, my final requirement for college. I will not be returning to Ohio, except for a brief pleasant time in May. I am convinced I will live in 41 N Pleasant during that week, because that is where one spends Senior Week, but I know it is just a dream.

It’s all been a dream.

2010-12-11

In which Zack and I daydream, and Luxembourg is just a road.

Me: If we were roomies, it wouldn’t matter that we are alone, and we could be each others’ kitties and just spoon and eat onigiri and watch Wall-E all day. And you would have a typewriter in the breakfast nook with the bay window, and I will have a big studio filled with light in which to paint.

And then we will go to the beach.

And sometimes, when it rains, like a lot, we will dash out and play tag until we are soaked and happy, and then we will make cookies and watch The Little Mermaid and drink beers.

And that is the fairy tale of Zack and Ali living in the same place at the same time.

Zack: Sigh. Why can’t things ever be that perfect?

Me: Because we have a whole country between us. Well, most of one. More so when I am home.

Zack: We should live in a smaller country.

Me: Yes, like Luxembourg. Then if you were on the other side, I could still holler at you from across the street.

2010-12-10

In which Luke Ferguson writes me an awesome review, in The Review, surprisingly.

2010-12-09

In which I have feelings. Damn. (HP7 spoiler alert if you have managed to never read it, you dummy.)

WELP, it turns out that my new medicine makes me sob like a baby when I come off it, particularly if I happen to be watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows with a load of friends, and then, like, Dobby dies, and I’m crying off half my eyeliner, which is so, so, so much worse than crying it all off, because then I look like a sad raccoon hooker, and everyone realizes when the lights come up that I do, in fact, have feelings, and have not JUST been dropping “That’s what she saids” left and right, catcalling Harry and Ron, and trying to figure out who the saucy snatcher with the badass steampunk gladiator boots is, but also sobbing, excessively, AT EVERYTHING.

And that is the story of the time I saw Harry Potter and All of the Awkward Ever.

2010-12-06

The video of the show.

The artist’s statement reads:

I make things because I can’t not. When I sit down to work, I don’t always have a firm understanding of where the piece will go. I start with an idea, and a sense of wonder or curiosity. I learn from the things I create. I make things because it feels better than not making things.

I work by instinct. I don’t always have a plan. I’ll know a color palette, or a feeling, and I’ll know what I don’t like. I play. I do what feels good. Sometimes I do things that are uncomfortable.

This show has come together this semester, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about since last spring, when I began painting jackalopes in a color theory course. I wanted to explore a dichotomy of attraction vs. repulsion, or naive but injured, or broken. I think my work reveals a search for fulfillment, either in one’s own work, or in the filling of a gap, a loss of a relationship, be it personal, spatial, or aesthetic, as well as the act of growing up, moving on, and being OK. So some of these pieces are about hope, some are about hopelessness. Some are the feeling and others are what we do about it. It’s about reaching out or giving up, whether with a whisper, a prayer, a gesture or a shout.

So there’s that.