The Met Design seminar!

So, this is kind of a belated post, but I was in New York a couple of weeks ago and got to attend a design seminar for teens interested in museum/curatorial studies! I'm just going to explain what we did here, nothing fancy and without the usual complicated flourishes.

First we heard from each of the panelists on how they got their job. Many of them had started out with other majors and even other jobs that just led them to museum studies. Then, we split off into groups. I chose to go with the panelist that was like a curator's assistant for the curators at the costume institute. We examined the recent exhibit, Death Becomes Her, an exhibition on mourning clothing. We analyzed the subtleties of the exhibit. For example, we discussed possible ways the exhibit could've been organized. The exhibit was organized (pretty loosely) to the stages of mourning, the outfits at the beginning were stiffer and darker, the outfits at the end were lighter and allowed more comfort, in typical mourning progression. However, the exhibit could've just as easily have been organized chronologically-- starting with the stiffer silhouettes of the earlier 1900s and gradually moving towards the freer shapes of the '20s. I thought it was interesting how the panelist explained to us, beyond what was written on the placards, what were key elements of the exhibit-- silhouettes and color were aspects that viewers took notice of, but wouldn't really R E A L I Z E it, know what I mean?

Anyways, I had a blast, and learned a lot, and got to meet a lot of cool people, so that was fun!

High School

I started high school, and after finishing my first semester I think it's time I collected my thoughts on the subject.

Here is a brief description of a homecoming rally:

A gym overflowing, students teeming out of the doll sized bleachers, the overspill, mostly freshman, sitting on the ground of the basketball court. Crudely affixed tape the only barrier between absolute chaos. Handmade signs, so sapping with glitter they sagged out onto kids' heads, reading "Salty Sophmores" and other ill thought out insults. Sweat rising to misty smoke atop the industrial lights. Kids with school color smeared faces read a skit, unintelligible between screaming and the sound system cutting out. A small ring of students gather in the middle of the floor to perform. One of the students rips his shorts and shirt off to reveal pink booty shorts with "Seniors" printed on them, indistinguishable writing on his back. Shouting, shouting yelling shouting yelling. The football players thrash like monsters, feeding on the unconditional worship handed to them on a silver platter by the rest of the school. The cheerleaders shimmy around the football players to "Anaconda" before the gathering is disbanded and I make a b line for the nearest exit before I hurl at the disgusting, grotesque display.

Sometimes I wonder, can't they think of anyone but themselves? Can't they take a break from their self absorption and have a decent conversation? But then I realize this is the one chance they have to explore the universe inside themselves. And maybe I'm the one missing out.

Bye Bye 2013

   So 2013 is over now. All and all, a pretty good year. This also means my blog is officially a year old! I'm going to be changing layouts/deleting posts, house cleaning.

   These year end videos always make the year seem more monumental then it was. Sure, some milestones happened, but what year have milestones not happened? People always over romanticize the past, it's funny how quick the past becomes nostalgia. We like to believe that world changing things happen everyday, and maybe they do, but it is unfair to group an entire era, if you will, into that "summer haze" where everything becomes a golden age, or more extremely, to label an era world changing. I guess what I'm trying to say is it is the events that are world changing not the time surrounding them.

   Lately I've been writing/thinking about the idea of having a golden age, but I always imagined it in the future. Like, we're always imagining this utopia that's just around the corner, waiting. But that is a youthful perspective. For people my age, it is always about to happen, to people older,it's just passed. What they both share is that they are fake. One is optimistically looking toward a mythological idea that things are going to be perfect for everyone, the other is simply over romanticizing what has gone by.

   Y.O.L.O is often used as an excuse for immature behavior, but the message of "Live For Now" I can actually get behind because it encourages people to not look behind or in front of them, just enjoy this moment. However, I definitely think that we should think of the future because we won't get anything done otherwise, but I just don't think we should think of the future (or past) as better.

    On the other hand, the idea of a golden age can be really comforting, and if it helps people get through a difficult time, it's okay. But we can't be staring at the clock our entire lives, or reminiscing about old times.

    Anyway, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't indulge in stuff like this:

      My Year in Review:

*I officially became a teenager

*I went to Belgium (specifically Brussels, Brugges, and Hannut)

* Went to Paris for a few days

* Attended my first Rookie event & met Tavi Gevinson

* My most viewed post is The Fault in Our Stars

Dinner Recreated

Solitude: A Poem

       Solitude isn't always a bad thing.

Intimacy can only happen after one has felt it with oneself.

                                           And so love may be a two way street,

                                                      One can only feel it after taking a long road with oneself,

                          Life is a journey to be spent in the company of others,

                              But to take on one's own.

Belgium/Paris photos

Hi everyone! I haven't posted in awhile, but here are a few photos from my trip:) These are just a few!

Avant garde

For those of you who don't know, avant garde directly translates to cutting edge. For me however, avant garde is more of a persona, like, the type of person who doesn't just like what everyone else does. Don't get me wrong, I don't purposely reject everything , it just so happens that I like things that are less...mainstream. I'm only 12 years old, so i get that this is kind of uncommon. But everyone has quirks and weird things they do, so what's the difference? Anyway it occurs to me that my interests could be entertaining to the public, so that's the backstory behind this blog :)