Gallery Mondays: ‘Body and Matter’ @ Dominique Lévy Gallery

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Back in March I visited Galerie Perrotin with some friends to see Xavier Veilhan’s wooden Daft Punk sculptures. On the second floor was the Body and Matter: The Art of Kazuo Shiraga and Satoru Hoshino exhibit at the Dominique Lévy Gallery.

The abstract art in the exhibit looked much like the one above, some with varying colors. Apparently Japanese artist Kazuo Shiraga created the paintings by smearing his body through the paint on the canvas while wearing a winged-arm costume.

The way the paint dried on some parts of the canvas made this piece and some of the others look like lava, which I thought was pretty fascinating.

Learn more about the exhibit here.

NaNoWriMo 2015: ‘Runaway Girl’ Part 5

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This is the last part of Runaway Girl (for now!). I had a lot of fun revisiting this story, so maybe next NaNoWriMo I’ll write another four or five parts.

Read the previous parts here.

The following weeks consisted of Priya and I searching for a job.

“How about modelling?” she’d suggested. “Maybe hand modelling for jewelry and stuff? I bet there are tons of online merchants looking for—”

“Umm, the last thing I need right now is to have my parents find my face plastered all over the internet while shopping online.”

“This isn’t about them anymore,” she reminded me. “It’s about you. If you want to do it then you should.”

So she took a couple of photos of me wearing a few of the decorative bindis I’d brought with me from Bangladesh. Priya also loaned me a few bracelets and rings to complete the looks.

We also came up with a very short resume. Since I’d only completed secondary school, I couldn’t apply to any jobs that required college degrees. I also couldn’t apply for any jobs that required visa sponsorship.

Yesterday, Priya found an ad on Craigslist from someone looking for a babysitter. She did all the emailing back and forth since I was too nervous.

“I got you a prepaid phone,” Priya said. “He said he’s going to meet you in the lobby of the apartment for a quick interview. If he looks like a creeper, pull out your phone, act like someone sent you a text about an emergency, and tell him you have to go.”

“Okay?” I said, before taking the phone from her.

“What should I wear?” I asked.

“Hmm. Wear one of your tunic tops,” she said. “You can borrow my khaki pants.”

I didn’t really start getting nervous until I got off the G train at 4th Avenue. I felt better when I realized I was following the GPS on my phone properly.

I pushed the door to the apartment building open to find a woman waiting for the elevator with a small dog. A man in a black shirt and blue jeans holding a Starbucks cup in hand sat on the black sofa in the back of the lobby.

“Hello,” I said as I walked up to him. “Are you James?”

“Hi, yes,” he said, standing to shake my hand. “Please, sit.”

I sat down next to him and crossed my ankles.

“So from your resume it seems like you have some experience with small children?”

“Yes. I’ve been taking care of a friend’s daughter. I take her to playdates and to the park and such.”

As I spoke I started to notice his brown hair and ice blue eyes. It’s as if I’d seen him before.

“Annabelle is four so she goes to preschool during the day,” James was saying. I had zoned out for the first part of what he said. And then it clicked.

“Her school isn’t far from here,” he continued. “So on weekdays your day would start by picking her up from there and then staying with her until I get home from work. Her homework is usually some sort of arts and crafts activity, so don’t be too worried about having to help her out with anything too difficult. On Saturdays you’d babysit her from nine to around six in the evening.”

James took a sip of his coffee. I could not believe that this was happening.

“I’m sorry, but have we met before?” he asked. “You look familiar.”

“The airport,” I said before I could stop myself. “You gave me an extra quarter for the payphone. I think your driver was holding a sign that said Broomfield.”

“Ah, yes, yes,” he said, smiling. “That would be me. I’m James Broomfield.”

Fan Art Fridays: CutiePieMarzia & PewDiePie (Marzia and Felix)

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Almost exactly a year ago, PewDiePie (Felix Kjellberg) found this digital drawing a fan named Sofia made of him and his girlfriend CutiePieMarzia (Marzia Bisognin).

They look so real it’s scary!

Some fans commented that Marzia looks like a Disney princess (which she does, indeed). Sofia managed to get her eyebrows just right!

Marzia and Felix are on my list of favorite YouTuber couples that have been together for a very long time. Like, if they were to break up the world would end.

This Friday is the last Friday that falls during NaNoWriMo, so here’s your last fan fiction story. It’s an alternate version of how Felix and Marzia first met.

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Enjoy, and watch a layer by layer presentation of how Sofia made the fan art!

Wardrobe Wednesdays: Ashley Benson @ the 2015 #AMAs

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For the American Music Awards on Sunday, Pretty Little Liars star Ashley Benson looked simply stylish in a Max Azria Atelier emerald green pantsuit. I was so taken aback when I saw how casually she was dressed amongst the other women on the red carpet. There’s nothing extravagant about the pantsuit, yet she looks so stunning in it!

For those of you trying to achieve this simple elegance at family dinners and other events this season, below are some pieces similar to what Ashley is wearing. And if you’re like me, you’ll probably need a clutch bag bigger than the one she’s holding—maybe one like item number 8.

Note: Some items below reflect Black Friday/Cyber Monday sale prices.

Blazer:

1. New York & Company, $31.98

2. Forever 21, $24.90

Pants:

3. 6pm.com, $35.99

4. Ted Baker, $143.00

Shoes:

5. Nine West, $49.99

6. Nordstrom, $129.95

Clutch:

7. Perfect Handbags, £16.50 ($24.96 USD)

8. Yves Saint Laurent, $138.00

 

 

 

Gallery Mondays: Kaleidoscope Tiger + Bath & Body Works Giveaway

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Earlier this month I went to the NJEA conference in Atlantic City for work. At the conference, there was a small exhibit of student artwork. This piece by an 11th grader named Kiomary Espichan was the first I laid eyes on.

I love how the tiger looks like a kaleidoscope as it’s turning into shape. I’m also a huge fan of the purple and fluorescent yellow colors she chose for the tiger.

If this were a puzzle, I don’t think I’d be able to put it together. It looks too hard!


 

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I’ve teamed up with Chemistry CatchetBlogs Like a GirlSmall Towns and City LightsSimply Ashley NicoleGuenbtAnchored to SunshineAlanna & Company for a Bath & Body Works giveaway!

Click anywhere on the image below to enter to win a $75 Bath & Body Works gift card.

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NaNoWriMo 2015: ‘Runaway Girl’ Part 4

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This was supposed to be the last part of Runaway Girl, but since there’s one more Sunday in November, and I’ve been getting a lot of views on the NaNoWriMo posts, I’ve decided to make this a five part story!

Enjoy part 4! (Read the previous parts here).

I got up from the table with an adrenaline rush I had never felt in my life before.

“No! I will not go back home!” I cried to them. “I like it here in the States where I can marry whomever I want! Let Samir marry someone else. Someone who doesn’t care about her freedoms and her happiness. Because I want to be happy, and never be forced to do anything I don’t want to do! I won’t ever have a choice if I go back to Bangladesh!”

I stomped up the stairs to the guest room I was staying in. I heard Greg and Priya saying something to them as I plugged Vonetta’s pink iPod shuffle into my ears.

I’ll never let them take me back home. I’d rather die than be forced into a life that will leave me unhappy. 

A few moments passed before I heard footsteps getting closer to the room. I pulled the headphones out of my ears and sat up on the bed right when my father burst through the door, Greg attempting to block him.

“Mr. Ahmed, please—,” Greg began.

“SHARMINA!” he called. I stared at his face, forehead wrinkled and eyes widened with rage. Priya and my mother appeared behind my father and Greg in the hallway.

“Pack your things and come back home,” my father said. “The arrangements are still in place for your wedding at the end of the month, and Samir is willing to look past this.”

“Yes, please, Sharmina,” my mother said, stepping through the small space between Greg and my father.

“NO! Don’t you guys get it?” I asked. “I do not want that life. I’ve never wanted it, and you knew it, but you still insist on trying to force it on me.”

“Think about Miriam, hmm?” my mother said, coming over to me and placing her hands on my shoulders. “Think about how happy she is with her children and her—”

“And her what?! Her husband?!,” I was screaming loudly now, tears streaming down my face. “She’s not happy with him! And if it weren’t for her trying to set an example for me, I’m sure she wouldn’t have married Tanvir. She would have run away too.”

“Sharmina,” my mother continued. “You don’t know that…”

“Mr. and Mrs. Ahmed,” Greg interrupted. “I think you should leave. I’ll give you my cell number if you’d like to keep contact with your daughter but it’s late now and you should go back to your hotel.”

My mother looked at me with pleading eyes. My father stared at Greg with a face of fierce vexation.

“Vidya, let us go,” my father called to my mother. “We are leaving for the airport on Tuesday morning at 10am. Please. Come back home, Sharmina.”

Once they left, Priya came back to the room to comfort me. I told her that I have no plans to return to Bangladesh.

“How about I help you find a job here?” she suggested. “I’ll help you write a resume tomorrow and we can start from there.”

“Thank you,” I said. She gave me a hug and went back downstairs to wash the dishes. I offered to help her but she insisted I take a hot bath and get some rest.

As the hot water filled the tub, I removed my makeup with a cleansing cloth. Staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, I realize that I now have a whole life ahead of me. I can get a job, possibly even go to college part time, and maybe get my own place once I’ve saved up enough. The possibilities are endless.

This is the new me. The girl who ran away, and will never look back.

Fan Art Fridays: Katniss Everdeen

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This is it, guys—the last movie of The Hunger Games trilogy was released today, marking the end of what many millennials found to be one of the most inspiring film franchises of the decade.

Katniss Everdeen is more than just the gorgeous girl you see depicted in the books and movies. She’s confident, strong, and symbolizes everything feminists have worked so hard to let the world realize what women are capable of.

I chose this digital fan art of Katniss I found on Deviant Art for today’s Fan Art Fridays because of how magical she looks as she stares up at the multicolored sky, gorgeous false eyelashes and jeweled crown softening her hard facial features.

For those of you going to see The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 2 this weekend, enjoy yourselves, and if you’re Team Gale, check out this fan fiction by Niamh2816 that I’ve chosen to go along with this week’s post in honor of NaNoWriMo:

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View the original fan art here.

 

Wardrobe Wednesdays: Kate Hudson in Tribeca

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Kate Hudson stepped out of her hotel in Tribeca on Monday wearing this cozy looking deep blue plaid sweater with smoky gray ripped jeans and suede ankle boots. Very casual and very mid-fall appropriate, don’t you think?

I love the fact that she added texture to this outfit with the quilted turn-lock bag. I’ve always felt quilted turn-lock bags had a certain level of simple sophistication with the jeweled chain strap.

I can’t help but realize Kate Hudson looks like a blue version of the sunglasses emoji. After daylight savings, I think its time to put the sunglasses away, but to each his own…

Below are the original items (marked with *) and some alternatives in case they sell out.

Sweater:

1. Revolve Clothing, $220.00 *

2. Farfetch, $410.00

Jeans:

3. Revolve Clothing, $189.00 *

4. H&M, $19.99

Sunglasses:

5. Shopbop, $150.00 *

6. Back Country, $79.00

Bag:

7. Shopbop, $3,450.00 *

8. Target, $16.99

Boots:

9. Net-a-Porter, $288.00 *

10. Neiman Marcus, $129.00

 

Gallery Mondays: Burnett’s Paris Scene

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I was at my friend’s house the other day when I noticed her parents have a Burnett painting on the wall over the staircase. It’s an oil on canvas painting of a Paris scene with the Panthéon in the backdrop.

After much research, I discovered that there are tons of Burnett paintings of Paris scenes similar to this one, some with the Eiffel Tower in the backdrop and others with a market in the background and so on.

What I like most about this painting is the way the people look like they’re walking in slow motion around the scene, as do most depictions of people appear in impressionist paintings such as this one. It almost creates a GIF in my brain if I stair at it for two long.

Learn more about the mystery of Burnett’s paintings here.

 

NaNoWriMo 2015: ‘Runaway Girl’ Part 3

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Enjoy part 3 of Runaway Girl. (Read part 1 and part 2)

It’s been two weeks since I left Bangladesh. I feel so free here in New York. Priya and Greg have taken me to a Broadway show and to a few museums in Manhattan. Everything is so beautiful here.

A smile wouldn’t leave my face until this afternoon, when I saw my picture on a lamppost in Queens today while picking Vonetta up from a play date. My parents were looking for me. I couldn’t believe them! I’m sure they know why I’ve run away, so why chase me? I’m nineteen years old. I can take care of myself!

That evening while eating dinner with Priya, Greg, and Vonetta the doorbell rang. Greg opened it to reveal two elderly Bengali parents, both with salt and pepper hair, the woman wearing a green and yellow Sari and the man a blue shirt and gray slacks.

“I am here to take my daughter Sharmina back home where she belongs. Her husband to be, Samir, awaits her,” said the man in a thick Bengali accent.