Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
i decided to make the lamp out of negatives, empty film canisters, a book on photography, and an old kodak instamatic camera i bought at a thrift store a few months ago.
if i've taken pictures of you with my giant camera in the past few weeks, your face is probably on my lamp.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
unfortunately, no one cried.
this was always my favorite part.
watching people cry.
the only time i ever cried was after my undergrad thesis presentation. and then they were only tears of joy. my time will come, im sure. but not at FIT.
some people probably should have cried. but it was nice to actually get feedback on my work. although i would have preferred if it were more harsh. i already knew the things they would say before they were said, as is always the case.
i hope i get a fun job that i love. one that does not include designing trade shows.
my dean loved my project which is awesome. he asked if i could do an oil painting of one of my perspectives. maybe one day.
(early 3D sketches...maybe final images to follow on my blog...)
Thursday, November 6, 2008
::st. marks books
::coat of arms
if you dont already have it, go get it!
we are still accepting submissions for fakeorange volume 2! send your writing//illustrations to
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
welcome ben blum! an amazing scientist/fiction writer who will not only be featured in fakeorange 2.0 (!!!), but assist in the editing/filtering process to ensure that this zine is made up of the best possible work
i cant explain how happy i am about the people we've been meeting. i never would have thought our group would expand so quickly and organically. each new person brings a unique perspective and skill set to the table..if this keeps happening i just might die of excitement.
we reorganized the studio and have pooled all of our art supplies. we now have a great space for staying up all night listening to pop punk and painting/making models.
we also have a good spot to start working on fakeorange v 2.0! which many of you have still not submitted WRITING for. the formats we're thinking of are awesome and will probably blow your minds. you should submit.
ALSO! we have posted ads on craigslist looking for an intern, but sadly no one has replied. (i just dont get it) here is the ad- if you are interested in being our intern, please let us know!! ! ! !!
be our design intern (bushwick!)
Reply to: firstname.lastname@example.org [?]
Date: 2008-10-15, 12:33PM EDT
About Us: Three amazing up and coming designers/artists focused on creating the most magnificent publications and everything else ever.
About You: MUST LOVE POP PUNK! sorry. sassy but submissive, funny but not funnier than us, good looking, and able to type REALLY FAST. like 5,000 wpm. (WHOA!)
-Getting us beer
-Transcribing hilarious banter
-Updating all of our blogs (every 15 minutes)
and most importantly
-Distracting the cat
SERIOUS INQUIRIES ONLY!!!!!!!!!!
* Location: bushwick!
* it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
alfie: i fucking hate pastels. i wanna smash them with a hammer. but i always end up using them
alison: thats because you're secretly in love with degas.
alfie: he's stalking me
alison: he's haunting you? having sex with you in your sleep? (in degas' alleged voice) 'you like that little dancer?'
alfie: (in degas' alleged voice) 'pull up that fucking tutu you bitch!'
Monday, October 13, 2008
we've decided to have this one be ALL WRITING. if you're a writer and would like your work to be in the zine (if you can even call it a zine) please email either me or alfie
you will be required to participate in a short online interview which will help us choose who will be featured. not all submissions will get published! we edit with an iron fist!
we love you!!!!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
at last friday's art party jeremy behrhorst made these parting gifts for them:
we'll miss you julia and mira!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
i know what you're thinking...what could possibly be so important that you would travel to the far reaches of new york city land? answer: the deathset.
now. alfie was a bit skeptical that this journey-which required the use of the metronorth to take us to Fordham "we love jesus" University-would be worth it. to ensure it would be, we got drunk and popped some stackers on the way.
once in 'the bronx' we found our way to the campus and were escorted to the basement of mcginley center by two men who could only be described as...booze-loving-bro-jocks. we asked them where we could go to get drunk and they replied "hell".
"hell" turned out to be a sketchy diner with a creepy waiter who did his part to get us a little drunk. after a few visits to the albanian couple running the sarah palin bodega fan club, we were back at fordham ready to get our dance party on. and dance we did.
ninjasonik+the deathset=bromance times infinity
both me and alfie got elbowed in the face even though we are decidedly not that short and no one else was very tall. i have a bruise on my upper lip, illustrated below:
now we're hooked on the punk-rock junk and can't stop making little treasures for those boys. we're pretty sure they should be in the clubhouse right now.
for your viewing pleasure:
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
would you like fakeorange edition number 1?
but you are sad because you do not live in nyc?
its ok baby relax
just email us and we will send you a copy (5$)
get a paypal account ! its the easiest way to make this transaction
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Excerpt from Cheater’s Anonymous
written by Amy Collins
I stopped growing when I got married. That's why I did it.
Ever since I was little I loved to complicate my life. Everything gets easy and dull after awhile. And so, I add things into the mix to give it a little flavor. A pinch of salt, a tablespoon of complication. Marriage is no different.
You start off like any other couple does - everything is new and exciting at first. It always is. The sex is great. The interesting things you say to each other seem endless, and so you say them with fervor, barely stopping to breathe, because you don't yet realize that these topics are not drawn from some infinite well. You go through the tumultuous first few months of living together - and you fight, but the fighting keeps it interesting. Make-up sex is the best kind.
But then one day you wake up and realize that nothing has changed - this relationship is no different from any other, minus the piece of paper that makes you legally, but not unconditionally, bound to each other. Your life becomes tedious...the institution of marriage seems like a fascist dictator, forcing you to conform to daily rituals so excruciatingly boring and dull and repetitive that it makes you want to jump out of the windows you are cleaning. The weight of your situation, of your responsibility, seems like it will crush you, or at the very least suffocate you. You can't seem to breathe like you used to. Like a neglected plant, you begin to shrivel and wilt. But nobody notices...nobody waters you.
Days run into nights until the nights seem to disappear altogether, and only a string of days exist...wake up, work, come home, dinner, bed...wake up.
Then one day you wake up next to a complete stranger. A stranger, who once, knew you more than you thought you knew yourself. A stranger who looks at you with hurt in his face...because he doesn't understand why you seem to have amnesia; don't you remember who I am? Don't you remember how good it was?
But it isn't good anymore. There is nothing to talk about because you've said it all already. There is nothing to do, because the house is already tidy. There is nothing to eat, because you don't feel like fucking food shopping, and to top it off, you don't even want to fuck.
That's when you stop growing.
I met my partner in adultery in my yoga class. My first thought was, he is here just to meet girls. But he seemed pretty apt, pretty nimble, seemed very into it. Afterwards he never lingered, always rushing out as if he had a hot date. He wasn't my type...maybe that's why I wanted him. I normally go for the straight edge clean cut guy, like my husband. No wonder it always ends up boring! This guy looked dirty - and made me think dirty things. He had long hair that he pulled into a loose sloppy ponytail. He had a patch of hair under his lower lip that at first I thought he must have missed shaving - but as the weeks went on, I could tell it was on purpose - he had shaped it into a sort of upside down triangle. He had a nose ring, and wore two silver hoop earrings in each ear. He had no style, or his style was that he had no style. His clothes looked like his pajamas - and he always wore these stupid flip flop sandals that were splattered with paint and cracking all over the place. Although I guess that's better than Birkenstocks with wool socks pulled up to the knees.
He never sat even remotely close to me, never so much as glanced in my direction as far as I could see. He never smiled at me, or fixed his green eyes on me for more than a fleeting second. And so although I found him intriguing, it’s not as if I thought about him constantly. Sometimes I would forget who he was until I walked into class and spread myself out on a mat...and then I'd hear the familiar clapping of his flip flops on the wood floor, and I'd glance up and there he'd be - nodding to the teacher and sitting down cross-legged with his eyes closed until the class started.
But he must have had eyes in back of his head - or perhaps he could see right through his eyelids because he had been watching me.
One day when I left the class I walked onto the street, instantly flinching at the loud intrusive traffic that erased any tranquility I might have gained inside the sanctuary of incense and ohmmmms of the yoga class, bent down to tie my shoe, and saw the flip flops. I knew who they belonged to of course, who else would be prancing around the streets of New York in those decrepit things. I looked up and he was looking down, right at me. His eyes sent a signal right down to my...for lack of a better, cleaner word...cunt. I stood slowly, I must have looked confused. I turned to see if there was anyone else nearby, and that's when I heard him speak for the first time.
"No, it's you I was waiting for."
My heart began to speed up and suddenly I felt socially inept. I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out. He held out his hand, and before I even had time to think about it, I took it...and I followed him.
you should all come and enjoy the end of summer. also get very very drunk. maybe even so drunk that you never want to drink again. and then your life will also improve drastically because you wont be an alcohol abuser and then you will do things like take out the trash, not cheat on your boyfriend, and go to bed on time! you will thank us later
here is the flyer!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
we quickly realized that the quality of work we were getting was worthy of something more. it didnt belong in a low-budget publication with a half-assed fold job and a few crappy staples. it needed to be printed on higher quality paper. it cried out for more space. it screamed for silkscreened covers. it DEMANDED that we craft each one with love. and we decided that we needed to make not 50, not 100, not even 200, but a whopping 250 copies. (how we really arrived at that number i will never know!)
and so our journey began. after the whole shebang was designed and printed, we lugged a ridiculously heavy box of zinelings back to brooklyn to turn them into the hunky zines they were meant to be.
the bone folder or "bone flute" as we lovingly called it became our best friend, as each and every sheet of paper was folded by hand.
after the folding came the task of cutting the pages in half, yielding two zines for the folding price of one. this was probably the part that created the most anxiety because:
a.) the papercutter has no handle so fingers were always in danger and
b.) one mess up would ruin two precious zines.
the covers! each one front and back cut from a sheet of railroad board! (whatever that is)!
and then hand silkscreened!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
now that we've sort of done that we wanted to mark our entrance into the adult art world with a magnificent creation that would take all of our time and energy (and of course blood, sweat, and tears). we once again pooled our fresh young minds to create something that would bring fakeorange back full force into our lives and yours.
this summer we decided to create a zine featuring the original members of our collective plus some of the ones we've picked up through the years. and as if that weren't enough, we've added some of our personal favorites into the mix.
we're all really excited about the way it turned out and are anxious to get it out there.
we have really high expectations for what fakeorange will eventually become (a design/fabrication studio full of the most brilliant artists) and consider this zine the first step toward that goal.