tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37627936993391444002024-03-19T02:25:24.245-07:00Everything You See, I Owe to SpaghettiEverything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-6220750516775941342011-04-21T11:00:00.000-07:002011-04-22T05:13:23.005-07:00Typography of Rome & A Happy Birthday to You!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr align="right"><td class="tr-caption">Offset Type Stand near the Pantheon, 2009</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Buon compleanno Roma!!! Happy Birthday Rome!!! Dear gosh look at how many wonderful birthdays we are celebrating this year! We have the twins to thank for finding this city over 2, 763 years ago today! If you don't know the story, here's a little synopsis of the ancient drama: Romulus and Remus were the twin sons of Rhea (the daughter of Numitor/ niece of Amulius -- the latter wanted her to become a Vestal Virgin in order to attain the family wealth). After the twins were born, Amulius left them to drown in the river. The two little tots were soon found by a she-wolf who cared for them (hence the she-wolf is the emblem of the city). Once older, they eventually killed Amulius so that their grandfather Numitor can restore the throne. Wanting to find a new city of their own -- that's when all the real drama began. Romulus favored to build on the Palatine Hill while Remus the Aventine Hill. Well, now there's no other way to put it -- bang bang, Remus is dead. Now you know why it's named ROME and not REM. Got it? Yikes.<br />
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Now back to type....<br />
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Type</b>: It consumes the world we live, without us even knowing it. Look around you, besides you, even under you -- you'll find it. It's everywhere. It's beautiful. Please appreciate it? I'm not sure why I'm so emotional these days, but it really breaks my heart knowing that some, well actually most people (dare I say it) -- do not care about type. My duty to the world from here on in is:<i><b> TO CONVINCE THEM OTHERWISE!<br />
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I begin with Rome: where everything is more beautiful (partially bias oops). It by no means, is a design city -- but there is a personable quality about the signages that is quite remarkable. What am I talking about? Okay for instance, the local restaurants who still have their menus in hand written type and it somehow, in some strange way -- remains lovely. Or what about the graffiti you hate to love? But it's so prevalent you cannot let it go unnoticed, like I said, even if you hate it. Or better yet, the small time shops whose daily specials are hand written on the chalkboard near the store front? Am I the only person getting emotional right now? Does anyone find these treasures as sweet and beautiful as I? If not, then everything in this gosh damn society is devalued. <br />
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Below are some photographs I took and have selected for this entry from my "Let's remember how happy I was in Rome" file. Sorry in advance if you feel like you are experiencing, first hand, my weekly Roman nostalgia sessions. <br />
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<tr align="right"><td class="tr-caption">"Il futuro non e' piu' quello di una volta" -- "The future is not what it once was" 2009</td></tr>
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MariEverything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-52854212611622979302011-04-19T21:50:00.000-07:002011-04-21T20:50:37.346-07:00I Said It Alright?....We're Graduating....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTBpXTwq98q3FQlvFjSbTtB3e0OrnSSz9jDhcDhYfu3XTCfkZdqqXPLxf_8mswDCChBmluCNPyjN4AEDstXYmkKWGhttEWIvpGrkO6aZWgBlyZcKsVWotwrrcZCn2YxJUhBhhSVB5-L0/s1600/get-schooled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTBpXTwq98q3FQlvFjSbTtB3e0OrnSSz9jDhcDhYfu3XTCfkZdqqXPLxf_8mswDCChBmluCNPyjN4AEDstXYmkKWGhttEWIvpGrkO6aZWgBlyZcKsVWotwrrcZCn2YxJUhBhhSVB5-L0/s400/get-schooled.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
Fellow classmates -- this may be the bluest few weeks of my life so pardon my sad face around campus. Why so serious? It's getting closer and closer to that month I once used to adore! May...Not only is it May...But May 2011. Do you want to know what I feel about May now? MAY THE DAY NEVER COME! Do you remember being a freshman? Convinced you had all the time in the world? That four years would never pass? That you already had it put together - that there was nothing else you could learn? Now— all I can do is laugh and look back while asking if anyone, ANYONE, has a time machine I can borrow? No cash in return but I can make a mean tiramisu...What do ya say? Yah yah?<br />
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The point I'm trying to make is: I am not prepared to graduate and I'm not sure if you are either. I began to research a book called "Never Sleep: Graduating to Graphic Design" by G. Dan Covert and Andre Andreev -- and it seems to be pretty helpful while coping with graduation; along with little tips and advice to help you get along the way. <br />
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Let's be strong, together.<br />
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Kindest,<br />
MariEverything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-66696811901272939852011-04-18T00:14:00.000-07:002011-04-20T07:08:46.913-07:00Move it!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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This weekend was the first time I've stepped foot into the Museum of the Moving Image since kindergarten (also since it's renovation). I'm sure the only condition that has changed since 1995 is haven grown sufficiently taller -- otherwise, the experience was quite the same. I WAS LEFT IN COMPLETE AND UTTER AWE. In moments like these, I am proud to be an Astorian -- home to diversity, good eats, wonderful parks and lookey here -- the arts! <br />
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<i>"The Museum of the Moving Image is currently the country's only museum dedicated to the art, history, technique, and technology of the moving image in all its forms."</i> Located right in the heart of Astoria (Nearby locations: Silvercup Studios, Studio Square, Kauffman Theaters, Frank Sinatra School & etc.) the museum has attracted an audience from all over the city and boroughs. It is perhaps the most unique space I have ever visited. Prestine white walls, tall ceilings and mini theaters all throughout make you feel as though you are part of another universe -- precisely how a film makes you feel. On the second floor you'll find everything from the real live mask used on Ms. Doubtfire, small films by Charle Chaplin, miniature Star Wars action figures and eighteenth century costume design garments -- it truly is a place where everyone can enjoy. "<i>It offers an engaging, highly interactive core exhibition, programs of contemporary and classic films from around the world, discussions with leading figures in film and television, a unique collection, inspiring educational programs for learners of all ages, stimulating changing exhibitions, and groundbreaking online projects."<br />
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Find out more for yourself by visiting http://www.movingimage.us/visit/astoria<br />
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Astoria, NY 11106<br />
718 777 6888<br />
<span id="sidebar-hours"> Tue-Thu: 10:30 a.m. to 5 p.m.<br />
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Mon: Closed </span></i> <i> </i>Everything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-4931125258847111082011-04-14T17:44:00.000-07:002011-04-21T07:59:22.571-07:00New Favorite Font Alert: Pistilli Roman<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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ATTENTION TYPE LOVERS: I know you categorize people according to typefaces -- I just know you do. I have wonderful news for you, with a simple quiz you can figure out which typeface actually suits you best. (Come on it's fun...) The website is pretty legitimate and well -- it's made by Pentagram. We just learned about Pentagram in class and if you recall anything at all about Pentagram then you remember Paula Scher is a partner at Pentagram. Now who <i>doesn't</i> trust Paula Scher? Only Fools.<br />
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Take the quiz yourself -- you'll get a kick out of it.<br />
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For the curious curiouser, my results came in as the following:<br />
Maria Gambino is Pistilli Roman: Emotional, Assertive, Traditional, and Disciplined<br />
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Till next time<br />
MariEverything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-38219506032381803002011-04-12T20:25:00.000-07:002011-04-22T05:15:32.877-07:00Illyissimo!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Illy Coffee -- my favorite. Illy Packaging -- also my favorite. I know, I know....I too see the trend in Italian design: throw in a red box, slab in some text -- voila! Just hear me out: Italians really do have a way with slogans and well in the end, the products pretty much outweigh all! Illy is a quintessential example of this: good, clean, fresh and fun design! Walking to the subway this morning, I was taken back by the magnitude of this illy truck you see up top. I couldn't let it slip away so I waved to the driver, asked him to stop the truck and stole a picture from my phone! I'm a sucker for pretty things -- and this, this was a pretty little monster truck. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Some other fun slogans/design from illy include:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Subway add downtown -- how can you not love this? Get it? "Rome" the streets of New York! Heee hee hee! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Miss illy -- Creative Director at Barney's New York, Simon Doonan, took the current food culture theme and worked with illy on their window display using recycled tin and coffee to create the greatest holiday showcase thus far! Miss illy -- you go girl!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Last night I attended a panel discussion sponsored by The Type Directors Club called <i>TYPE RULES</i>. The event was held at NYIT's Manhattan Campus where a lengthy discussion about oh I don't know -- this little critter called: TYPE -- seemed to raise eyebrows (or in Matteo's case, moustaches).<br />
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Amongst the panelist were the young fellows whom, after hearing them, I like to reference as <i>The Boys of Type</i>: Matteo Bologna, Roberto DeVicq, Jesse Ragan and Aaron Carambula. Each designer brought his own personality to the table expressing his process, thoughts and passion for typography. They are incredibly passionate but are equally different in their approach to design, aesthetic, process, theory, experience and personality -- especially personality, however. Let's just say these are the sort of spots that make the lady bug more beautiful. Essentially, the night truly was a remarkable one (when on the subject of type).<br />
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It was great to see and witness with my own eyes that people exist apart from our little type community here at school, who have made a career out of their interest in or -- relationship rather -- with type. These boys are extremely serious about their letters, if you know what I mean...I found that especially true with Jesse and Aaron -- in fact Jesse is a type tutor/professor and Aaron is one of his students in the program called <a href="http://coopertype.org/"> Type@Cooper</a>. Matteo -- well Matteo began telling us that when designing, he works straight from the computer -- and never draws. Jokingly or not, this set the tone for his entire "demeanor" which constitutes of him being: funny as hell, blunt as hell and overall -- extremely Italian. Roberto, in the same likeness shared a bit of Matteo's lose ended approach to design (I found) but with a little more care and compassion to the work (rather than Matteo making most of the work seem like "oh this is just another business deal". Don't get me wrong, we all need that quality in us, it's what pays the bills -- thought what I am saying is that a healthy balance is more appropriate. Now on the subject of equilibrium: can you imagine if all their personalities were combined into one person -- HOLY SHERINS! (Name of my Typography Professor Sophmore year)...what a typographically beautiful world we would live in!<br />
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Video of the talk soon to come!<br />
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Till next time,<br />
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For more info check out: <a href="http://tdc.org/">http://tdc.org/</a>Everything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-8310845985500096652011-04-06T20:19:00.000-07:002011-04-22T05:19:41.465-07:00"Hi! Paula Scher right?...Um, Hey did You Know We Recently Became Friends on Facebook?"<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr align="right"><td class="tr-caption">My signed copy of Make it Bigger accompanied by espressolino</td></tr>
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Freshman year of "art school" (sorry that always sounds so pretentious) -- I can remember Professor Frisco getting ready to tell us about our next assignment, the very same day we handed the previous one in. "Now for this next assignment, you're going to receive a name of an artist who I feel suits your style best. You will be required to design a book, d.v.d, case and..." As he went on about the topic -- I remembered thinking "Oh brother, none of these people do anything with their own hands anymore! I can't even open this Photoshop nonsense! What the heck am I going to do?!? " Another moment passed and Professor Frisco announces: "Maria - you'll be assigned Paula Scher -- she has a hand quality touch I think you'll appreciate".<br />
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Bang! It was love at first "type". I was so happy to have a female designer. Not that it mattered, but at that time I was curious to know what kind of people the design world consisted of. From what I could observe, the answer seemed governed predominantly by men. Now why do I love Paula so much? Take a look at her maps of the world and cigarette poster. Her attention to detail, ability to marry fine art with design, along with her bold bad ass courage to put her name on a cigarette to tell you HEY WATCH OUT I"M COMIN' TO TOWN -- now that's why. What a tough cookie she is and I love it! Everything about her is admirable -- even her flaws. After watching a video on Paula recounting "the citi bank tale", I came home and told my parents about a designer who drew the logo on a napkin, walked into a meeting, and basically said "this is it". My father's response was "Just eat your dinner". I knew early on, that I should aspire to be something like her -- whatever that means. Any who, I researched all I could, visited every Barnes and Nobles/Borders in he city in order to purchase her book <i>Make it Bigger </i>(which at that time, was only sold at the Borders in Columbus Circle), read it cover to cover, spent most of my time trying to recreate whatever was in that book, and continued along with my days being forever influenced by Paula...</div></div><br />
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Three years later -- On November 1st, 2010 I attended an AIGA event at FIT where Marian Bantjes presented her new book "I Wonder". The event began with an introduction by Paula Scher. Now don't get me wrong, Marian Banjtes is fantastic -- her work speaks for itself -- but to be honest, I was too overwhelmed from the idea of Paula being there. Ooops? I brought out my copy of <i>Make It Bigger</i>, left the doors at FIT and soon heard her voice directly in front of me (okay maybe this wasn't so coincidental, and your point?). I dragged my friends along until I built the courage to leap on over, tap her shoulder and say "Hi! Paula Scher right? Well I know this event was about Marian and all, but, well, I was hoping you would be here to sign my book. (While agreeing and signing)...Um, hey did you know we recently became friends on Facebook?" She laughed, we chatted, it was lovely....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUEABlgn1e8dayXCXrQKB_Zzd7EC6-yd-upthmDkBXasmBkriFaZxwhzmxTTp_ftK6G8HVodbA9ABu9boxXfiq7x6QrZ9CsDgzH1yICEuoH5ltO3nTfysvibX5nOzluS9mc34N2bVQQ0c/s1600/DSC02716.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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<tr align="right"><td class="tr-caption">Same deal -- Autographed copy of Make it Bigger with espressolino</td></tr>
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I can now die happily.<br />
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MariaEverything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-62681770616191944792011-04-01T11:21:00.000-07:002011-04-20T07:14:27.106-07:00Google Fools You<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Helvetica -- The font you hate to love (Yes, that means you Elisabeth -- To those of you who are unaware, I happen to adore Helvetica while other companions of mine share different feelings about the oh so versatile type face). Moving along, here's one more reason to <i>hate</i> it (well not hate it... hate is a very strong word, how about we say here's something to get you all grumpy over?): Google straight up fooled you today. How? Just type in "Helvetica" into Google.<br />
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Substituting the world's most functional font -- Helvetica -- for the world's most horrendous font -- Comic Sans -- had to be one of the funniest moments in Google history. How very sweet. NOT! We should all tell Google that bing is looking mighty fine these days (not really)..but you get the gist. April Fools!<br />
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Till next time,<br />
MariEverything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-6221499405613812342011-03-31T01:11:00.000-07:002011-04-21T09:44:14.772-07:00San Pellegrino Swapping Dresses -- oo la la<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwlN-YsRMp5IEwnY_rwmJPpk7Hc0fKnn1W6cCSliyOK3_8nruMmooL1TMEUlpAYyRYvLrxQG6DpnwlqCUKjsLnq-R3tqPQ5V0CEtZYeiQqRkDxLFODgTCkdMMTVzjwxSu_GM3wbuIQEE0/s1600/sanpell-logo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwlN-YsRMp5IEwnY_rwmJPpk7Hc0fKnn1W6cCSliyOK3_8nruMmooL1TMEUlpAYyRYvLrxQG6DpnwlqCUKjsLnq-R3tqPQ5V0CEtZYeiQqRkDxLFODgTCkdMMTVzjwxSu_GM3wbuIQEE0/s400/sanpell-logo2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Perhaps the tastiest, most refreshing and lovely water packaging company that exists (in my opinion) is San Pellegrino -- a mineral water brand that adds just a tad bit of carbonation when produced (made in San Pellegrino, Terme, in the Province of Bergamo, Italy). We store this sparkling water by the case at home and several weeks ago I came across a particular design which was unfamiliar to my knowledge of the brand. It looked as if the pattern was an intricate quilt—truly beautiful. I saved the bottle -- thought nothing of it. Ironically enough, today I read about a partnership between S.Pellegrino and Bvlgari. When I read it, I performed the whole talk in my head scenario "Bvlgari? Well why in the world? I wonder if the other bottle I found...Oh...Make sense now". The bottle I stumbled upon however, was an exclusive one made in partnership with the Italian clothing brand Missioni. This special sleeve was designed by the folks at Missioni and it proves to be just as sleek and just as beautiful as the Bvlgari bottle you see below. From dress to dress, this sparkling water brand is continuously going through diva transformations, especially when teamed up with Bvlgari on the limited edition bottle -- clearly stating they accept Bvlgari's invitation to mark the luxury jewelers 125 year anniversary.<br />
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Thankfully right? Although that may be true in most cases, something happened when the design gods made <a href="http://www.louisefili.com/">Louise Fili </a>-- she just may have been born fabulous, or something like that. Really, I have only familiarized myself with her work within these past 6 months, however. In these 6 months, I feel like something has drastically changed in my design aesthetic. I'm going to sound really strange right now but the only way I can describe it is in the following manner, now close your eyes:<br />
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It's spring.</span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">You're lying on the grass and the sun is warm and the breeze feels good.</span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Baskets are beside you and they're filled with cheeses and white wines.</span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">At the moment, you're eating 2 scoops of pistacchio.</span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">And when you're done -- you'll have two more.</span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Every so often, children in white apparel skip by and tell you a joke<br />
about your face looking funny or how they're responsible for<br />
painting the sky such a pretty blue. </span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Oh and I forgot to mention, the sky is just the prettiest blue!<br />
You welcome the silly-ness, the playfulness. </span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">You're in feel good mode.</span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Your boyfriend is playing Here Comes the Sun on his geee-tar. <br />
</span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">You're happy and life is good.</span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">You see lots of colors -- sometimes it's soft pinks and other times it's deep reds.</span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Stacks of poetry by Walt Whitman and Napoleon are by your feet.</span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Oh hey by the way, you're bear foot.</span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">You'll start reading after you've had a total of 9 scoops.</span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">It never gets cold and it's always warm.</span></i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Always happy.<br />
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</span></i><span style="font-size: small;">If you don't believe me, just have a look for yourself.</span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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And so, every time I view her work -- I feel this way and as a result, it becomes evermore beautiful. Her style? Refreshing. Her detail? Most admirable. Did I mention her love of that beautiful, beautiful country called Italy? Can I just faint now? She is wondrous in all the ways that one can be. I had the privilege of learning about her through a Professor* who told me I should consider looking through her work if I love design and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rDLPsCad54&feature=related">Italy</a>. Looking back, it's been both a blessing and a curse -- a blessing because the work is out of this world -- and a curse because I browse through it so much, her blog might as well become my homepage.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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I know you've done it too -- Gotten off the wrong subway stop. As a result you take the next stop. Go back several stops. Only to find you've been on the wrong line all along? Mercy. I'm guilty as charged. Yesterday I took the wrong train coming home from the Cooper Hewitt Museum while being engulfed in a rather engaging conversation with a friend. All you need is an interesting plot and my ears are glued. Time? Who cares about the time! Until your friend's gone and you're the one stuck in Queensbridge -- with nothing but a bag full a beads, a 4 inch sketchbook and a few pastels at hand.<br />
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Here are a few skecthes inspired by Sonia Delaunay dearest while taking an extra lengthy train ride home. The sketches are quite adolescent but I do believe they carry a playfulness so greatly influenced by the beloved Sonia. Enjoy! -- Or not.<br />
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MariaEverything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-43234958465238938642011-03-19T21:19:00.000-07:002011-04-20T02:17:57.423-07:00Patterns, Colors and Shapes - Galore!<div style="color: black;"><br />
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"Pssh -- who can do homework when there's a bead show in town?" My girlfriends and I dedicated the morning to rummaging through the aisles of Manhattan's annual bead show at the Metropolitan Pavilion. Thousands of jewels, bangles, beads and embroidered goods flooded the space. We couldn't think of any other way to top off the afternoon than taking a little visit to the Cooper-Hewitt National Museum for a viewing of <i>Color Moves: Art and Fashion by Sonia Delaunay</i>. The work of the French-Ukrainian Sonia Delaunay can only be categorized by this: a swift movement of colors frolicking amongst geometric shapes. Oranges, reds, blues, yellows and greens categorize her abstraction. See below.<br />
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To have witnessed the museum's second floor entirely dedicated to textile swatches -- is beyond me. Certainly there were sketches, clothing, curtains and paintings among the swatches but the real thief, that which stole the show, were the swatches themselves. I encourage each and every one of you to view her work. NOW. Her sense of pattern, negative space and color compatibility is what made Sonia wise before her years. Or maybe just her later years (Gossip: She married a gay German man by the name of Wilhelm Uhde for the sake of connections -- aka he owned an art gallery -- aka he wanted to keep his homosexuality on the hush hush. Through this marriage she gained popularity in the art world). Note how I mention HER years and HER work -- because yes, that's right -- for decades Sonia was better known for being the wife of painter Robert Delaunay than an artist herself. (Gossip: Comtesse de Rose often visited the Uhde's gallery and sometimes brought her son -- Robert Delaunay. Sonia met Robert Delaunay in 1909 which led to love which led to a divorce between her and Uhde -- how scandelous!). Love it!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">For more information on this blog post check out:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div><a href="http://cooperhewitt.org/EXHIBITIONS/color-moves/">http://cooperhewitt.org/EXHIBITIONS/color-moves/<br />
</a><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/18/arts/design/sonia-delaunay-show-at-cooper-hewitt-review.html">http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/18/arts/design/sonia-delaunay-show-at-cooper-hewitt-review.html</a><br />
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MariEverything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-34754791714699804072011-03-18T14:25:00.000-07:002011-04-22T05:12:56.206-07:00Italy -- America Adores You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfiZTShsRf1CRRnReLsxiHee24q3EYpdWZp_rRGB99No6odItGCyduCtyimzMPO6eEAAda-yIkNZEwpV-rMaCtq12w9TtU3l-xM8MvJwhGv2embuK7ADyUkvJl_YUXFI8mXyibZIeTP-4/s1600/int0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfiZTShsRf1CRRnReLsxiHee24q3EYpdWZp_rRGB99No6odItGCyduCtyimzMPO6eEAAda-yIkNZEwpV-rMaCtq12w9TtU3l-xM8MvJwhGv2embuK7ADyUkvJl_YUXFI8mXyibZIeTP-4/s640/int0.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><br />
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Well because she is so fantastic, Rizzoli International asked graphic designer, typographer, lover of Italy and recipient of greatest female designer award on the Marissima blog -- Louise Fili -- to design the covers for <i>Romanzi d'Italia</i>, a series of ten amazing novels in honor of Italy's 150th anniversary! I have only read excerpts from 3 novels in my Italian Literature course-- but really, they should be read by all! Here they are:<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Le ultime lettere di Iacopo Ortis by Ugo Foscolo (with a preface by Paolo Mieli), Le mie prigioni by Silvio Pellico (Luciano Canfora), I promessi Sposi by Alessandro Manzoni (Andrea Riccardi), Le confessioni d'un italiano Ippolito Nievo (Sergio Romano), I Malavoglia by Giovanni Verga (Gustavo Zagrebelsky), Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi (Giovanni Belardelli), Cuore by Edmondo De Amicis (Pierluigi Battista), Il piacere by Gabriele D'Annunzio (Angelo Panebianco), I Viceré by Federico De Roberto (Giovanni Sabbatucci) and Piccolo Mondo Antico by Antonio Fogazzaro (Ernesto Galli Della Loggia). Each volume is sold for 12 Euros.</i></span><br />
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Check out the interview in <a href="http://www.lanciatrendvisions.com/it/259/intervista-a-louise-fili">Italian</a>! **Sorry English speaking people!**<br />
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Ps. Worthy post about the beloved Ms. Fili -- soon to come!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i></i></span>Everything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-52075841308815763212011-03-17T21:19:00.000-07:002011-04-20T02:19:22.920-07:00Buon Compleanno Italia<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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One hundred and fifty years ago today marks the unification of Italy. Today we celebrate the anniversary with waving flags, assorted sweets and a darn good orchestra orchestrating the national anthem. What we often forget is that the idea of a "united Italy" came fairly recently and Italians sometimes fail to regard themselves as "one" people. Thankfully today, we can proudly celebrate this beautiful country* (correction: some of us can proudly celebrate). Buon compleanno darling. Let the haters keep hating...<br />
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Please watch this beautiful video. Go ahead, be inspired or cry your eyes out. The type on the little boys soccer jerseys indicate the date of Italy's unification -- how sneaky, how clever, how beautiful.<br />
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Yesterday, during our History of Visual Communications class we observed propaganda art from all over the world; Germany -- London -- Russia -- U.S., etc. The idea of nationalism and zeal involved into serving ones country was inadvertently forced upon its people. In some way, I feel like this sweet and subtle video serves as the antithesis of that -- however, it still implies the same gesture of pride, nationalism and love for one's country. <br />
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MariEverything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-51834100607365532982011-03-15T22:12:00.000-07:002011-03-16T17:17:11.679-07:00You Can Help<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Hi everyone. I know the norm of my posts discuss food or social events, however. Tonight—tonight we need to buckle down and be serious. I'm not sure if you've noticed but, Japan's current situation is gruesome. Each day, thousands and thousands of bodies remain missing while more than 450,000 people have been displaced. The joy of being alive is short lived while survivors are now facing scarcity of food, water, medicine, and electricity. There is a risk that even worse is yet to come.<br />
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A call to all designers: create a digital poster or flyer and publicize through facebook, twitter, blogs or on campus. We have the power to educate. People need to be aware about the severity of the current situation in Japan. Use your skills and do something worthwhile, but more importantly, DONATE NOW. A dollar, ten dollars, one hundred dollars—anything. Imagine the world a family and Japan your brother. Help your brother. There is only so much rescue and relief workers can do to operate the toll of deaths and prevention.<br />
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I intern for a company called "caseable", which specializes in customized laptop cases. We are donating 25% of our sales from the Japan Relief Sleeve to the Red Cross in order to support the great efforts of the rescue teams. If you are interested in purchasing a sleeve please go to: <a href="http://www.caseable.com/share-gallery.php?productId=MzkxMw==">http://www.caseable.com/share-gallery.php?productId=MzkxMw==</a> <br />
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<div style="margin: 1em 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Millions face worsening crisis in quake-hit Japan," Reuters, March 14, 2011</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.moveon.org/r?r=206964&id=26514-18758891-SpTsj3x&t=4" target="_blank">http://www.moveon.org/r?r=<wbr></wbr>206964&id=26514-18758891-<wbr></wbr>SpTsj3x&t=4</a></span></div><div style="margin: 1em 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Japan Faces Potential Nuclear Disaster as Radiation Levels Rise," </span><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">The New York Times</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">, March 14, 2011 </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.moveon.org/r?r=206965&id=26514-18758891-SpTsj3x&t=5" target="_blank">http://www.moveon.org/r?r=<wbr></wbr>206965&id=26514-18758891-<wbr></wbr>SpTsj3x&t=5</a></span> </div><div style="margin: 1em 0pt;">Till next time,</div><div style="margin: 1em 0pt;">Mari</div>Everything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-15357998534632953582011-03-14T23:32:00.000-07:002011-03-15T22:20:47.457-07:00Happy Belated Birthday!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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You've heard the expression before: 40... it's the new 30? Well, I'm not sure who is responsible for this nasty little lie but, it's exactly that: a lie. People, (including mermaids), should embrace their 40s! Especially when you're Starbucks. Happy belated birthday to YOU!<br />
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Let's talk about this. The new Starbucks logo lacks text and to some people, that may not seem like a big deal, but to a designer, it really is. Lesson one in any marketing or design scheme: it's all about the brand name. It should be the most apparent piece of text on the package. I remember while designing sustainable wine boxes for a graphic production class last year, my Professor would pull the whole "Well if this is my company, WHY is my name the smallest text on the box? I love my company. Now make it bigger." Starbucks on the other hand, well, it's being quite the rebel. Maybe it's their ego or perhaps they really are trying to take a minimalist approach to their design. Either way, in lieu of the well known "Starbucks" text, stands (well, floats right?) a poise little mermaid with long long locks and a sweet little smile.<br />
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Do I think it's a bold move? Yes. Do I hate it? No. Do I love it? Well duh. It's refined, it's fresh, it's more stylized and simple but not boring—not boring is key. You can dislike it all you want but change is in my opinion, part of a company's growth. I know many people are considerably frusutrated with the look because it's not familiar to them, however. I've got news for you Debbie Downers: The coffee hasn't changed. So cheer up. Enjoy a cup. Enjoy your life. They even have little petite sized sweets for you thrifty weight watchers too! Rock on Starbucks (though I will admit, I'm NOT the biggest fan of your coffee).<br />
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MariEverything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-338065389772096992011-03-02T07:22:00.000-08:002011-03-14T23:38:56.665-07:00Yummy designs!<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span id="goog_348517247"></span><span id="goog_348517248"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: inherit;">I've found my calling. It involves design and food. I know, you're all so surprised.<br />
It's only 10:15 in the morning and I've already eaten a "lunch" meant for two; i.e.<br />
(fresh mozzarella, prosciutto and melon, arugula salad with cherry tomatoes and<br />
fennel, accompanied by several mountains of olives and crostini (no comment). </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">While browsing for recipes and food blogs, I came across one who's latest<br />
post featured the title "Enter our competition to win a trip for two to Rome". How coud I NOT continue reading? Little did I know, I would eventually figure out where I want to be and what I want to design. <a href="http://www.carluccios.com/menus/blog">http://www.carluccios.com/menus/blog<br />
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Check out this packaging. It's so beautiful it hurts. I find it rather ironic how<br />
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it's always uniquely beautiful. I introduce you to: Carluccio's. Antonio Carluccio<br />
is an Italian chef, author, food lover and expert based in London. Many packaging<br />
designs and Carluccio products are created by a London based studio named<br />
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I find their work to be considerably clean while paying particular attention to<br />
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colors and beauty of what is so distinctively Italian. Confession: If I were a food<br />
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Not because my work is similar, but because I wish it was. There's an authentic<br />
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Baci.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"></div>Everything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-17695237609475133672011-02-27T18:25:00.000-08:002011-03-14T23:42:57.992-07:00The Book of Faces<div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> So last week we learned about Art Nouveau and the birth of the poster yes?</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><div><div><span style="font-size: small;">Now let's take a look at how the poster reflects our modern day culture.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;">(No offense 19th century)....Great news! The Oscars has branched out to</span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;">the promotional poster department of design! Yay! <i>"Mr Shabba</i></span><i><span style="font-size: small;">, also known<br />
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to recast five nominated films as gorgeous illustrated prints, which are now</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"> available for purchase.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">Walton distills each film down into its purest element,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"> often working in a single color. Each poster also features a silhouette of the main</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"> character, which is especially effective for this print for </span><span style="font-size: small;">The Social Network."</span></i></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Words like "comment", "post", "wall", "friendship", and "status" will never be</span></div></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">the same again. Last week I watched The Social Network for the first time (hence the post). "If you guys were the inventors of facebook, you would have invented facebook":GO MARK! Though as great as it was, the undertone of the film scared me silly. Why? Because of how embedded I am in this facebook culture. As of today, Feb. 27, 2011; the global audience for facebook consists of 629, 622, 300 members. Within this number, over 152,189,880 are in the United States. <a href="http://www.checkfacebook.com/">http://www.checkfacebook.com/</a> Are you shocked?</span><span style="font-size: small;"> I'm not. We knew the</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>references and truly understood the story because we're part of the story.<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>No other generation can say this. Why would they want to anyway? Facebook is the mother of all time-wasters. However, we love it. We love you. It links us to past friends, current friends; it finds us internships; it allows us to stay in touch with cousins from Italy;<br />
it updates us through photos; it reassures us <span style="font-size: small;">how much our ex-whatever you call its<br />
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</div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">If you're not watching by now, the Academy Awards are on, this second. If you knew this and are currently watching or happen to read this after you've watched it—how fabulous do Halley Berry and Gwyneth Paltrow look? Um, may I borrow their wardrobe, please? And well, let's get down to the meat and potatoes...the real reason why we're watching the dang Oscars tonight anyway. Can you say....<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">All this reading about Art Nouveau had me questioning: What ever happened to the veneration of women in design? In social media? Or better yet, anywhere? This is an absence I don't appreciate. Not even a little bit MAN (no pun intended, of course). Nonetheless, I dedicate this video to all my modern day <span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"><i>Chérette's.</i></span> Live it up ;-)</div>Everything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-8917254403741920122011-02-16T09:42:00.000-08:002011-03-15T22:23:39.520-07:00When Art Nouveau met Mari<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; font-family: inherit; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Bonjour! Taking you back to spring break in Paris, here is where I first encountered the painstakingly beautiful movement, <i>art nouveau</i>.The city of sprinkling lights and mouth watering crepes, the memory of Paris will forever leave me in sweet disposition. It's where I felt the most "feminine" or, okay how can I put this without seeming strange — it's where I embraced being 19, a fan of Marie Antoinette and an excessive applicant of rosy cheeked blush. Everything about this time centered around celebrating life, experiences and young love. Champagne came in pink packaging, cheap Edith Piaf records were sold on the streets and wherever you went, one was referenced as "Madame". In fact, we arrived on March 8th, International Women's Day! I always found that to be a playful coincidence—or I simply over analyze everything. <br />
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My experience visiting this wonderful city parallels to what art nouveau represents to the world or rather, how the world views art nouveau (through Mari spectacles of course). An international revolution in design, it was considered a decorative style that branded the turn of the century. La belle epoque (the beautiful era) was described by the son of the count of Toulouse as a time of <i>glittering 19th century Paris</i>. It was an attempt to make art a part of every day life, using women as subjects and inspired by organic patterns which often contained meticulous designs. Later on in the movement, these organic patterns would often be geometrically influenced. No matter how effeminate many of these designs were—all designers should be appreciative of the period. Here we find the birth of the poster. A special shout out to art nouveau for paving the way to our means of income in the future. Merci! Merci!</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="font-family: inherit;">Guilty pleasures for me include posters by the Parisian graphic artist, Eugene Grassat who essentially created and depicted beautiful<br />
women noted as Cherettes:"archetypes—not only for the idealized presentation of women in mass media but for a generation of French women who used their dress and apparent lifestyle as inspiration" (p.197, Megg's History of Graphic Design ). My favorites include Reveri by Mucha and Cafes Torrefis by Privat-Livemont which I photographed here on the left juxtaposed to a rather appropriate dresser in my home to represent the movement.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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When translated from Finnish into English, Marimekko implies "Mary-dress". Now whats not to love about that? Founded by Finnish</span><span style="font-size: small;"> couple Armi and Viljo Ratia (oo la la), Marimekko was created in 1951 and brought the world of graphic design and textile making into one interwoven fabric of society. The company pioneered a bold, avant garde, playful wave of colorful patterns to a region of the world just dying for a splash! Already a fashion power house in Finland, Marimekko would then make impressions abroad. Especially in Italy, where the company displayed a clothing line in Milan at the Rinascente, whose store manager at the time was oh, I don't know, some man you may know by the name of Giorgio Armani. In the United States, a little starlet called Jackie Kennedy would be swept away by sugary sweet patterns and designs galore! In fact, Jackie ushered Marimekko's main popularity in the U.S by </span>purchasing eight dresses during the 1960s U.S. Presidential campaign. Today, Marimekko play<span style="font-size: small;">s a leading role in the textile and design industry, staying true to their core foundations: </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>printed fabrics and related design expertise</i>, </span><span style="font-size: small;">as stated in an article regarding tripling the output capacity of its textile printing factory. For more information on the article and anything related to Marimekko, please visit <a href="http://www.marimekko.com/">http://www.marimekko.com/</a>. I'm warning you, you may want to purchase everything. Remember we're in a recession.<br />
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From sophisticated clothing to bags, umbrellas, interior decorations and kitchenware—you name it, Marimekko can potentially make it.</span> My obsession with the company is rooted from the simple fact that everything is made, worn and adored by women. Eventually making their way into my brazen sneaker collection, Converse has teamed up with Marimekko to make the worlds most fabulous Valentine's Day gift (hint hint). In an article posted by Flywire Tech on February 8th, we found that <i>"Marimekko’s line of beautiful patterns and designs was transferred from clothing to footwear by using four Converse models which includes the new Chuck Taylor All Star PJ." </i><a href="http://www.soleredemption.com/converse-marimekko-hearts-pack/">http://www.soleredemption.com/converse-marimekko-hearts-pack/.</a> Check it out! Enjoy! <a href="http://www.soleredemption.com/converse-marimekko-hearts-pack/"><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Just in case you were wondering, today we celebrate my pride and joy in the<br />
realm of Italian sweets and treats: nutella. Serving Italian children and<br />
people of the universe a creamy delicious spread since the 1940s, we are now<br />
commemorating the</span><span class="description" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> 5th Annual World Nutella Day. Nutella constitutes</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> half<br />
my body/weight real estate, so I figured the least I can do was show some love<br />
on blogspot. Thank you <a href="http://www.ferrero.com/">Ferrero</a> (well not really). So if you're not feeling my<br />
drive and are confused about the craze, here's the deal. Nutella to me, is what<br />
Nathanial hotdogs are to you: delicious, nostalgic, and well, a problem for<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I would like to start a discussion about their logo. It's nothing crazy; chunky,<br />
clean, simple—but we love it. Why? What makes us attracted to something?<br />
Of course it's the product, correct? However, how does design influence marketing<br />
strategies? At the end of the day, when a product is good and you've been<br />
faithful to this product for years, for centuries—does their design/branding<br />
really matter? Oops. Did I just say this right now? Let's be honest, if the jar<br />
of nutella had rainbow emoticon collages all over it, (yes, that would be<br />
terrible/design suicide), yet if the product is amazing, wouldn't we still buy it?<br />
I would. </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What are your thoughts? Let me know. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Baci.</span>Everything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-57690250033066830302011-02-01T20:23:00.000-08:002011-03-15T23:52:02.260-07:00Terrible Tuesdays are history.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih3TynyXUoJtrY1EkF3QXN7MHUcmYkSnjjuXuWS2vTYYc2B7KWvcAq8f9oJe2eg3IK2jpE0-37RK_70pvY-VBPFmTN3ADXHd9O4Pw3jquVa7MwYtaHvJVMbYEhUrw8yKYI0D0g28Gixq4/s1600/DSC00676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's one of those days, the day after Monday—that Terrible Tuesday. They aren't</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">normally terrible; but when the weather is this cold, skies are this gray and</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">internship hunting feels like you're grating parmigiano (as in it's smelly and crumbly), Tuesdays feel pretty terrible. It's moments like these when I'm in desperate need of external intervention. Some days it's friends, most days its food, but today it's Bruno. Industrial designer, architect, poet, philsopher, educator, author of children'sbooks and one of my favorites—I send a warm invisible hug to<br />
Milanese graphic designer Bruno Munari.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span>WHY BRUNO? To be quite honest, I came across his little treasures by chance while</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">in<span style="font-size: small;"> Rome visiting the Ara Pacis museum with my art and architecture class. Unfortunately, he's not as internationally known as he deserves to be, but is now well respected by me and my circle of design friends (Hi Elisabeth). Though an admirer of his work, his words and love of children would leave the greatest impression on me. I spent most hours at the exhibit transcribing all the text from the walls (which included quotes about his design philosophy), into my journal. From that moment on, I was his biggest fan.<br />
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<tr align="right"><td class="tr-caption">My journal dated from Jan 29, 2009</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today, while in conversation with a friend, I stopped to wonder about what really happens to children the moment they've decided on a career path. Is this silly? I don't think so. At seven, everything is possible. If you can dream it, you've got it. At that age, we were anything we wanted to be. We were the towns greatest bubble gum bubble makers, the world's greatest heart surgeons (because well, it had something to do with love didn't it?), the bravest fishermen/women of catfish, the most colorful wardrobe dressers and the most skillful eaters of spaghetti. Yes, your experiences are different from mine but more or less, you get the gist. Age seventeen then comes along, and we're forced to choose. The most despairing moment in every human beings life. Knowing that lines called limits, now exist. Decisions exist. Deadlines exist. It breaks my heart every time I think about it. The realization of becoming an adult. Today, I wondered why I chose to be a "designer". Actually, I wondered why in the heck I would ever WANT to become a designer. It's madness. It's sleep depriving. It's technologically needy. Then I remember Bruno.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">"Leave your studio and look at the streets too — how many discordant colors, how many show windows that could be more beautiful, how many signs in bad taste, how many wrong shapes...why not do it? Why not help improve the look of the world we live, side by side with the public that doesn't understand us and couldn't care less about art?"</span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<tr align="right"><td class="tr-caption"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photos taken at Ara Pacis Museum, 2009</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="right"><td class="tr-caption"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photos taken at Ara Pacis Museum, 2009</span></td></tr>
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then Terrible Tuesdays are not so terrible.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Baci.</span></div>Everything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-18759103042570827032011-01-30T23:10:00.000-08:002011-03-14T23:46:45.506-07:00Love is the only gold, eh.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8rKYprr7StNw3-xRhyBnld1g19_QXXHy_ryZaRXw4AOL0jkEsmHtcRE0soHX4KDLnc_D5kHd4FEPc4i_AjmDKZThGhYH-fgF2R6kyJtQF_3YBPenFlGayvK7vq9y6Mrm8EDkzx9JfX_w/s1600/BLOG_entry2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8rKYprr7StNw3-xRhyBnld1g19_QXXHy_ryZaRXw4AOL0jkEsmHtcRE0soHX4KDLnc_D5kHd4FEPc4i_AjmDKZThGhYH-fgF2R6kyJtQF_3YBPenFlGayvK7vq9y6Mrm8EDkzx9JfX_w/s640/BLOG_entry2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If love is the only gold, then Alfred Lord Tennyson was really missing out. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">After a visit to the New York Public Library and exploring some of the worlds most ancientornatelystupendousmostfabulousoutofthisworld illuminated manuscripts—</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">my gold leaf craze? Simply justified. Traditionally known for its use as a gilding</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">material for decorating art, many (if not all) of the highly skilled/intricate manuscripts</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">on view at the <i>Three Faiths Scriptorium </i>exhibit were in some way governed by gold</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(along with religion, detail, tediousness and a damn good piece of mind). It's</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">possibly one of the most beautiful methods of embellishment thus far.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So Saturday night.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Besides that golden glitter on our eyes (singing along to Kesha, and your point?)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I found some really unexpected golden treasure at a hotel party midtown this</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">weekend. Unfortunately, the crowd wasn't nearly as interesting as the wall, but</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I was amused nonetheless. See that photo? There's Benny. He's one of my</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">best friends. We share similar interests in music, old people and floral tablecloths</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">from our Nonna's cabinets. Ben is accompanied by one of the most beautifully</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">ornate floral patterned walls (created via gold leaf method) that I've ever seen.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Imagine a large surface area of wall space covered head to toe, in this infinitely</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> lovely pattern. You can feel the slightly raised surface of the gold sheets when</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">tracing your fingertips along the stems. For the record, I am not being biased—</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">even if that wall happens to be orange.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So what I'm not doing is venn-diagramming a wall to an illuminated manuscript,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">but what I am doing is showing you what worked then, still works now (aesthetically).</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Yes, there are days when I'm extremely into minimalism but at this very moment</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I think minimalists are lazy. Yes, you really are. In these works you find systems,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">structure and precision along with an elaborate look/feel all at the same time.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">It's brilliant. It's fabulous. It's pattern. It's gold. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A presto!</span></div>Everything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762793699339144400.post-25637734932591681132011-01-25T19:38:00.000-08:002011-03-15T23:51:28.373-07:00Saluti<div style="font-family: inherit;">Ciao all! Mari here. Pronounced "mah" (now roll your 'r') "ree". The name may be unfamiliar to you but familiar to family—seems like you're family now. I live in Astoria, New York and am studying both graphic design and Italian. A true Italophile, I am a lover of all things dealing with the peninsula. For the curious curiouser, my favorite color is orange and I like to drink espresso before bed. On my first day of kindergarten, I had a toasty nutella sandwich for lunch. Till this day, I go through jars like it's my job. I travel, adore adventures and have a real obsession with quotes by great American novelists. People who inspire me go by the names of Bruno Munari, Matisse, Paula Scher, Italo Calvino, Olimpia Zagnoli, Walt Whitman, Sophia Loren and my Godson Luca. This blog intends to welcome you into my visual world, whether that be in design, food or a swim along the Mediterranean. All aboard?</div>Everything You See, I Owe to Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514255583219624432noreply@blogger.com0