Posts filed under ‘DC’
Not only did I get into the best graduate school ever this week, I found out that I won a design show here in DC. My entire graphic design class (of eight people) submitted a board to the Art Directors Club of Metropolitan Washington’s annual Real Show. I’ve been told that over 400 people submitted from around the country and there were 48 winners. I was one of 12 winners in my category. Here’s the list: my name is under “Naked Décor Stationery.”
Above is a bigger view of my logo. The challenge was to design an identity (logo, letterhead, envelope, business card) for a hip home decor company. I tried to go and see my work hung in the Corcoran but it had already been taken down by the time I got there. From my teacher’s pictures, I could see that other entrants had pursued ideas tossed around in class. More fun than your average school project!
Photo courtesy of flickr user Pedestrian Typography, who is also AU Adjunct Prof. Carolyn Sewell. Thanks!
I was there today, all wrapped up, near the National Portrait Gallery. Above was more or less my vantage point. The video and audio was out of sync, it was nippy right around freezing, and the moving around in the crowds afterwords was trying, but I was there, and it felt important. And at the same time it was a little surreal. For those of us that largely became politically aware in the last eight years, I think things will be disconcerting for a while. The new Whitehouse.gov is already evidence of that. We’ve had our post-election breather people, let’s lean forward and read the news again.
First of all, I apologize in advance if this ever gets to be the near the top of the list when you google documentary filmmaker Larry Engel, because this is not really about his career. Prof. Engel as I’ve known him, works at the School of Communication at American University, where I have three block classes a week this semester. He also has chickens. He has a sign on the door to his office advertising a dozen eggs from his farm (where I’m not certain in New Paltz, NY) for three dollars. When I first saw this, I thought, “OK, that’s kooky.”
The next time I was shopping for eggs at Whole Foods, I noticed that even the cheapest fair-seeming (as the NYT notes, there is no cut and dry label) dozen was $3.19. So yesterday I flagged Prof. Engel down for some eggs. Today he handed them to me and said “I’ll need that box back, eventually.” Later, I had a chance to look at them in preparation of my first Engel-omelet. As you can tell from the picture below, no two eggs are the same. Some are long and more oval-shaped, and some have much darker shells. They are delicious.
I love this whole situation so much. This food could not be more local: These eggs are taking a trip that Prof. Engel has to take every day anyway so transportation costs are zilch. The label reads, “No Antibiotics/No Hormones/Free-range.” And while I doubt very much that Prof. Engel needs the business from selling these eggs, it supports his hobby and enriches his community (i.e. me and other customers).
It also reminds me of my own family. My mom grew up on a farm in Fountainville, PA, and my grandfather tended his own egg-laying hens before taking the train to town to teach electrical engineering at Drexel every day. Growing plants and animals to eat and sell—farming, in other words—does not belong solely to the laymen. Now more than ever, it is neccesary to care and know about the food that you feed yourself. The best oppurtunities are often unexpected, and in this case, delicious.
Interested egg eaters in DC can inquire at firstname.lastname@example.org.
OK, so I’m working my way forwards through cool things that have happened recently. So Crafty Bastards is a twice annual fair for people who make things. Last year, I was blown away by the diversity and creativity. This year, I still thought it was cool, but realized that the whole fun of it is probably walking around and looking at everything. Don’t get me wrong, there’s a lot of really great merchandise, but with people more strapped for cash than ever, I wonder how many freaky little stuffed creatures, New-Yorker-cover journals, and $30 t-shirts were actually purchased at the festival a few weekends ago. Still, certain things stood out to me. Above are Owly Shaddow Puppets, and below, a pun I could not resist—8th Street’s Soap Kitchen‘s Spruce Springstein.
Two friends from school are in a band called Wild Fictions. It’s not unusual for college kids to be in bands, or even for them to be good, but a fantastic indie/powerpop duo is unlikely on the college circuit these days. Chris DeWitt and his sister Kelly DeWitt are Wild Fictions. If you live in DC, perhaps you’ve seen them around town over the last few months. Lord knows I haven’t, but I recently caught them at their July 4th weekend show at the DC9 where they opened for the Black & White Jacksons. Recently I’ve had their extremely poppy “Secret Society” stuck in my head. It’s pretty great live and it occurs to me that they might not performing any time soon, so I might have to get used to listening to it on my computer. On their new EP, the recording of this track is much higher quality than the live version on their myspace and to celebrate I’ve got it available here for about a week, so download it while you can. THESE GUYS ARE GREAT!
Photo courtesy of their myspace/Charlotte Kesl I believe.
I visited DC this weekend one last time before heading out to Rome on the 20th. Watch this story on Fox 5. I’m in it for a split second, but I was also there to do some reporting. I took notes and pictures for a comic, which I hope to have up here eventually. You can find all of the info here (facebook link), and in the Wapo article.