I have been feeling a tad stifled at work lately, or just a little unloved or maybe sick of peoples' horrid ghastly egos? Yeah, that might be it right there. I find when I am not feeling it at the office, I branch out and do way too much freelance. I once heard a wise woman (an executive at our company with a little boy and myriad other commitments) say that the more you do the more you can do and I find that to be true. Woo hoo. Don't you just feel great when every stinking minute of your day is predetermined? Fifteen minutes of down time with your honey is penciled in between coffee with a client and late night retouching.
I might sound sarcastic but I am totally serious. And... those packed days make downtime So. Much. Sweeter.
Like tonight! I blogged a few posts back about hell month, as if I were pledging a sorority for women with something of a creative void to fill. Lucky me, I was initiated and I feel like tonight is like the first big kegger after all those nasty sorority girls are really mean to you and smack you on the bum, only now you're besties and it's cool. Except there is no beer at my party and I am by myself in a tidy condo with a cleared to-do list. Oh, and a thunderstorm. Bliss.
Out of all that work has come some really cool, well, work. Looking back over the past few weeks' worth of projects, it's funny that they don't relate at all. All over the board.
First, la feminine. Really cool product shoot for Goody's new trend line that will be out this fall. I think this is one of my favorite kinds of jobs, prop styling and art direction for photography. A shoot I do all alone with just the photographer, his assistant and THINGS. I love things. No models, no drama. This shoot was focused on vintagey stuff, so poor me had to go antiquing. I even stealthily asked Katie if we could go shopping on her birthday... didn't mention it was prop shopping. But we did have some fun times and overhear an older gent gossiping about humping at a fabric store and encounter a 100% authentic Bal'more accent. I loved how this shoot turned out and am really excited about the final piece. Here are some of the lovely, moody shots.
Act II : le masculin. Ahhhh, men. Specifically, guys. More specifically hockey guys... My brother-in-law asked me to design a logo for his hockey team's new jerseys. Their name? The Fockers. Lucky me. So from prim and proper to rude and raunchy. I'm not claiming that this is my best work or anything, and in all honesty, I didn't devote as much time to this as I should have since I love Kyle, but whatever. We all love fake swearing.
Note: this is looking yellowy, it is punchier.
I like the one with the pink asterisk, Kyle chose the second from the top. Thanks, Kyle! The Focker Files were a fun distraction.
Other projects right now are work for a solar farming start-up, work for a mountain biking group (tagline - we play dirty) and a painting for a baby's room. Never a dull jpeg, er, moment. Sorry, bad design joke.