Freakin weekend

Hey team. Just wishing you all a fabbo weekend.

I'd like to also announce (like it matters?!) that I won't be regularly posting Friday Finds or Music for Mondayitis posts anymore. Quite frankly I don't listen to enough music or much music besides Ryan Adams to warrant a weekly music post. I've been starting to feel like a fraud. If you're desperate for cool tunes head over to For Me For You, she's the one who inspired my posts in the first place.

I hope y'all understand.

Til next week.


Guilt-free creativity




The other day, I spent a fair amount of time on the site 99U. It's the sort of creative thinking site where I can spend an hour feeling like I'm researching when really I'm just procrastinating. The article Guilt-Free Creativity: Stop Kicking Yourself & Start Producing by Elizabeth Grace Saunders really grabbed me. Was she writing just to me!?


We've all been there: You finally carve out the time to work on a big creative project and then you... choke. 
After counting on this break to really produce something, you're suddenly paralyzed by performance anxiety. 
But instead of showing up as fear on the surface, it manifests itself as guilt. If you don't proceed with caution, you can soon fritter away your creative fortune on nickel and dime activities.







Elizabeth goes on to list three challenges (and their solutions) that I'm currently facing:
  1. Guilt That You Have More Time Than Others
  2. Guilt That You're Not Making Money
  3. Guilt That You Are Progressing Too Slowly

I highly recommend the article even if you think this doesn't apply to you right now. I finished it comforted I wasn't alone but also armed with ways to knock back any creeping guilt.

Are you ever inclined to feel this way? Leave a comment if so.

These stunning photographs are by Magdalena Lutek of Nishe Photography. Found via Booooom.

Personal Pantone Pixel Project



Originally I was going to make an abstract image from the pixels but then I realised that a load of Pantone swatches are pretty abstract anyway and it would be much more interesting to create something personal. So this is an image of my mum and dad looking nice and positive in a kind of utopian world. The main challenge, and therefore the most interesting thing about this, was that I could only use each colour once. 
Rob Penny

What



It's been a few days of 'WHAT!?' for me. Almost every email I've received has left me a little 'huh?'

Great pic from an unknown source. I promise, I tried to find the source.

Short: What's a girl doing here?

Loud flashes of yellow are all around you in New York—46,000 taxi sedans, vans and SUVs streaking the streets. Yet, only about 170 of them are driven by women, a percentage even lower than the national average. In all my years of hopping into cabs here, and elsewhere, I never met a female driver until I shot this documentary. 
Diana Diroy
   

Work, work, work


Action is hope. At the end of each day, when you’ve done your work, you lie there and think, Well, I’ll be damned, I did this today. It doesn’t matter how good it is, or how bad—you did it. At the end of the week you’ll have a certain amount of accumulation. At the end of a year, you look back and say, I’ll be damned, it’s been a good year. 
Ray Bradbury

Image from Upon A Fold. Quote found via Swiss Miss.

Two things at once



That's Lena Dunham in the doco Press Pause Play that I am yet to watch in full.

I do this. Do you?

I wonder how it influences our creative output -  not just in for better or worse but in the type of work our generation creates.

Music for Mondayitis

STUCK. IN. MY. HEAD.

A Friday Find



A nice weekend for swimming perhaps?


Photo: Kate and James on the set of Titanic. Did you read this week that Leo hated swimming on set? Source: Unknown.

Clams

Recently, I posted a film festival poster with a bunch of frequently used lines. The types of lines from movies your hear over and over again.

Not long after that I was listening to Scriptnotes, the weekly podcast from screenwriters John August and Craig Mazin (which if you have any interest in screenwriting you must listen to) and they delved into this crazy world of clams*.

John: So shall we do this? “Are you ready?”

Craig: “I was born ready.”

John: “Are you sitting down?”

Craig: “Let’s get out of here!”

John: “_____ is my middle name.”

Craig: “Is that all you got?” “I’m just getting started.”

John: “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Craig: “Don’t you die on me!”

John: “Tell my wife and kids I love them.”

Craig: “Breathe, dammit!”

John: “Cover me. I’m going in.”

Craig: “He’s standing right behind me, isn’t he?”

And that's not even a third of the list they go through. Download Episode 52 of Scriptnotes here. The list starts about 12.50 but listen from 11.30 for the full into. It's a lot of fun.

Tell me, do you have a favourite?
I'm a sucker for an over-acted "NNNOOOOOoooooooooooooooo!"



*Clams as they state, is a term coined by writer Jane Espensen who's now dormant blog is still a rich source of screenwriting insights.

Why I... By Suzy

Back in July I wrote a post about Why I work alone and pondered the value of an extrovert vs introvert debate. Quite a few of you offered up your thoughts on the matter in the comments so I thought it would be a topic worth discussing more.

Suzy has kindly offered to weigh in with a follow up on her life as an 'extrovert fraud'...




"I'm an extrovert."

I'm sure this wasn't a lie at one point; I used to make lifelong friends in hotel swimming pools in cities across the country. I struck up conversation with every person to cross my path. First to arrive, last to leave. My days and nights were filled with parties and shows and road trips and, you know, just people.

I also loved writing and reading and art and music, but those things felt very isolating to me. You couldn't get together with a big group of friends and play piano. You couldn't go to a party and plant yourself in a corner with a notebook. At least, I, the extrovert, couldn't.

I honestly don't know what happened.

It might have been that summer that I lived in the mountains and began going for long walks in the woods by myself purely because there was just no one else around. Or it could have been the result of living in dorms for two years during college and feeling like there was always someone else around. Either way, after a few years of feeling increasingly awkward and annoyed and obligated, it came down to a weekend I spent out of town with about a thousand too-many friends when, after having locked myself in the bathroom for the fifth time in two hours just to get away from all the people, I realized it and said it out loud to the mirror, which appeared to be listening very intently and seemed just as puzzled as I was:

"I'm an introvert?"

This might sound ridiculous, but everything changed after that moment. Because up until that point, I almost felt guilty about spending time by myself: as though I were wasting moments I could spend with people. As though "alone time" was something selfish, something wrong. So this was like a present to me from me: the realization and acceptance of the fact that while I do need other people, because I think we all do, I get my energy from withdrawing to a quiet place and being alone. It makes me better able to function, better able to actually care for others and be more productive. I've become less anxious, less irritated with people, less ready to rip my hair out at a simple supper invitation.

But the change hasn't been purely physical, or purely relational, or purely anything. It's all connected, and when I discover something about myself and make the right changes, it touches on everything about me. So it makes sense that out of this realization came a burst of creative energy. All of the things that I'd previously enjoyed but never had time for, I made time for. I started writing, drawing, painting, playing, exploring, studying, reading, trying, experimenting... I stretched myself, gave myself projects that were hard. I threw them out, started over. When I sat down to work on something, I gave myself time for it, without worrying that I should be calling a friend up instead. Because I worked alone, I felt no pressure to do things perfectly the first time, or even the fifth time. I could put myself out there exactly when I wanted to, and by that time if no one else seemed to appreciate what I'd done, at least it was something I liked, so I didn't really care.

I started going to shows by myself, art galleries by myself, walks around the neighbourhood to look at graffiti and take pictures by myself. I found that I observed things so much better when I didn't have things filtered through someone else's opinion. I figured out what I actually thought about things, what I liked and didn't, and was able to take that back to my own work. To you, this might sound obvious, but it wasn't to me.

I'm not a professional by any means, and maybe I never will be--I quit my job as a receptionist to teach piano lessons out of my living room and take random design jobs for fun. But I like being in this place and enjoying this process and learning to take care of my sweet little brain so it can function at its max cap. Kind of like finding a pair of shoes that fits after wearing ones three sizes too small for years and years.

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Thank you so much Suzy. Please visit Suzy's blog for more of her fantastic writing, hilarious musings and Taylor Swift bangs. You can purchase products featuring her designs here.

I hope to follow this up with more posts on the topic. Please leave your thoughts in the comments below.

Photo by Helmut Newton. Found on Pinterest (where else?)

Music For Mondayitis



Meet The Clues and their track This Year.



I'm loving this track and video. The seasonal changes in the video are super cute. It impressive that they took what could have been a straightforward performance video and pushed it with style and avoided over editing.

I'm looking forward to more from this Brisbane based band.

A Friday Find



What are your plans for this weekend?Have a good one.

Photo: The Misfits set. Source: Unknown.

Cake



It's my birthday and all I can think about is cake. Cake in general, and that cake above specifically. That cake was the best cake I've ever eaten. Baked and iced by my new sister-in-laws and topped with a illustration by my brand new husband. Wedding cake is the best type of cake. Birthday cake comes second.

Excuse the weird metal tray it's on (you can see it in the corner) but that's exactly the tray the reception venue staff brought the cake out on. What the?

Also, my favourite blog post on cake is here (it features Britney and Hitchcock).

Music for Mondayitis


A song I just can't get of my head, to start the week. While I love Tom Petty's original, Dawn Lendes cover of I won't back down is pretty incredible.


If you're looking to buy it, it's the bonus track at the end of You Alone, the final track on her Fireproof album. It starts around 4:20.

Photo above via Stereogum.


A Friday Find




Are you eating a rose this weekend!?

Photo: Scarlett Johansson. Source: Unknown.

Paper birds


entirely hand-cut from coloured card

How incredible is this wall-mounted bird by Lydia Shirreff on etsy. I found it on pinterest via Hello Tiger.

Joy of Destruction



A pretty awesome (and bloody) stop motion video feature many many many scenes of animals, humans and other things being destroyed. Visually stunning and clever. Have fun!

Made by Xaver Xylophon together with Laura Junger.

Music for Mondayitis



My mate Andrew has kicked off a new musical project with this clip and single under the moniker Young Cairo.


It's a very catchy song and available as a free download for a limited time. The video is by a former colleague of mine Josh Whiteman. Go Josh! All design done by Young Cairo himself.