After surviving a trip to the dentist and a burn on the tip of my finger, I'm back to my normal levels of teenage angst and grouchiness. Which is much preferred over the "I HATE EVERYTHING WHEN CAN I GO TO BED" attitude I carried yesterday. But I got to take a break from putting outfits together and camera play to instead focus on some collaging. Anyway, I'm blathering. What I meant to say was finding the certain Rookie Mag brand of aesthetic is really hard to recreate from magazines and stuff and teenage bedroom shrines are still relatively low key in major publications. Which is really sad when you give it some thought because they are so freaking awesome and beautiful with candles everywhere. You would think that with the sheer amount of candles they are used for some dark and sinister, alternate purpose or that's where girls keep their secret stash of cash. But everything is all good and I just need to work together some more dreamy sepia tone drenched images and flowers to really channel the vibe and atmosphere as much as possible when working with simple two-dimensions in a flat plane. It's really no wonder why I haven't managed to tame the lion that is my room to tidy everything and start from the bottom up to redecorate. But I have four garbage bags of clothes to try to sell on eBay before any of that happens which I'm hoping will fuel the economic side of reinventing myself and my bedroom...
It may surprise some of you to know that I was a keen shutterbug just over a year ago now- but displaying my shots and prized possessions wasn't something I really keenly developed. I used an awkward photo album for my film shots and a commemorative Disneyland folder for a collection taken on my digital camera of a holiday in California. They aren't out on public display though and I haven't thought about them in a long time. But to be fair, I don't have pink scrap booking tape that won't mark the wall or damage my happy snaps either. I do however, have three open expanses of white walls in my bedroom that could sorely do with a makeover. I already have the condition of no holes... so I'll need to investigate this wonderful substance and weed out my favourite captured moments to make my room more homely.
What the Rookie team managed to do with their installation space though was visually a marvel. In certain places it looks like a movie set that focuses on the sensual and personal, but it jumps around era united by the dreaminess and sweet colour tones. This bookshelf and desk looks particularly cute; a miniature reworking of a display cabinet crammed full of books and smothered with stickers. I did the very same thing with my own set of drawers at the age of five, but at some point that enthusiasm fizzled out and withered away. Maybe at the time I moved house- I'm not sure. This particular corner seems very American featuring their flag and also Christian references. Not that Christianity isn't huge in other countries- it's just that there seems to be a stronger affluence in many aspects of life in the Americas as opposed to other 'western' countries which at times I enjoy for a simple novelty and imagery-based pleasure.
Girl themed graffiti made for girls by girls! You can tell because it has more colour and at places, neater handwriting. Also there is the lack of male genitalia drawn everywhere in every possible space which is a dead giveaway. Messages of all shapes and sizes can be found in the 'treehouse' including personal blog URLs, references to songs and just plain proclamations of affection. The same as you would find in any girl's bathroom accessible to those over the age of thirteen. My favourite cool customer though (very hard to pick!) is that flower daisy with a face of utter indifference. That could easily be changed if there was more glitter and stuff though but it's a hard to create that specific effect on plywood though...
There's a lack of teenage boy posters- other than the small trinket box featuring a young Leonardo Dicaprio's lovely face. Which is pretty fitting consider his face is such a TREASURE. *obligatory tumbleweed sweeps across the bottom of the screen upstage* But I think the idolisation of teenage boy bands and music artists or rather the omission from something imitating a teenage girl culture speaks boldly. It implies that there are better things to obsess over like good movies, comic books and sadist animated cartoons. Also the vintage toys and nostalgia of yesteryear. That's a pretty strong message and I rather like the implications behind it- but that means very little Johnny Depp worming his way into the hearts of hormone-thriving teens. It's good if it's an entire wall/ shrine dedicated to the same person- you know? But with the collection and collaborative nature of 'Strange Magic'.
I really adore my boyfriend and think he is the best possible match for my morals and values. He also has a high-tolerance for my strange ramblings which are even more abstract in person. He hates having his photograph taken though, so on the off chance I have my own place (or somewhere to share...) I can probably plant a small proverbial flag onto the mantelpiece and just smother it in candles. I am going to buy so very many candles this weekend when I go thrift shopping but chances are I won't find anywhere to put them just yet. Someone please be crazy and love me so that they buy all my second hand clothing, please and thank you...
The combination of the anatomical heart, cactus and spiritual wolves sets my soul ablaze... and I am at the stage where I don't even know what I'm taking about anymore. I'm studying biology this year so I am going to have to familiarise myself quite well with all matters inside and outside a living being. Also there's heaps of weird, quirky and charming books lurking at every corner of my house on subjects ranging from sea shells to Astronomy and model engineering. There is however, a sad lack of watercolours and interesting artwork with fascinating stories behind them. I can right that wrong though, by wetting my own paintbrush! Someone alert the local newspaper, if I don't succeed I'll fail in spectacular fashion.
When we moved house I was just a tenderfoot at the age of five; we were picking rooms and I immediately surrendered the amazing vanity to my mother as the 'master bedroom' if you will. In reality we live in something modest and ramshackle that I think is a bit of a glorified shed. Nevertheless- the vanity is beautiful and I would be able to appreciate its beauty better were it not sitting under a heinous layer of caked dust. I would have never been able to convince anyone that, that room in particular was destined to belong to me. After that I gave up of housing all perfumes, nail polishes and powder puffs in the ultimate started pack and shrine of girly, stereotypical femininity. My lack of ambition doesn't really surprise me- I still have a rescued armchair waiting in the wings to finally sit in its rightful place of my room. This is probably an avenue I'll reconsider when I finally move out of home- but where I'll be I can't really say at the moment.
Ah diaries- often portrayed as a portal into a young woman's mind where she can discuss amongst herself her thoughts, secrets and innermost turmoil. Also a very useful convention into a character's mindset in films. I always wanted to be the sort of girl to keep a diary on a regular basis because it just speaks so highly of a daily dedication to write and philosophise. Which I tend to do anyway in my blog, but without the physical and tangible aspect of reassurance. Here is one made with cute quote that can bring tears to the eyes of installation makers and go-getter's alike. Imitating someone else's style has never been my forte or strong point, but that doesn't leave me immune from creating personas and idealistic characters and aspects of myself through use of clothing as a costume. That's still very important to me.
Made out of fake flowers and mounted onto an enormous canvas, Petra Collins contributed to the Space 15 Twenty installation her tribute to the vagina. And to think, I thought it was a vibrantly coloured avocado. There must be something wrong with the wiring in my head to not recognise it straight away- but I just didn't see it coming. I think I'd like to try the idea for myself, maybe with ribbon roses instead of full-scale fake flowers and with a cat instead as some "original art" coming your way. If I get over my fear of the hot glue gun and find the time. I should be able to though, I have another six and sunny glorious weeks of holidays left.