Richard Haines is designerman, a fashion designer and blogger whose sketches of NYC style cause as many double takes as the people who inspire them. A brightly talented illustrator with a taste for the streets, Richard strolls New York City with pencils in hand, discovering the trends of today and tomorrow in a way all his own.
After a few embarrassingly emotional fashion experiences on What I Saw Today, Richard's aforementioned, personality-packed blog, we decided that a first hand chat was in order. Read on as we talk style, substance, and the visual ways of keeping those words together.
When Corey Rich was 13, a teacher noticed that he had very capable biceps. This happened during a pull-up contest – one of those middle school battles to trick kids into fitness over fatness- and Corey had knocked out 35 to win first place by a stretch. The teacher was a rock climber, and he thought the kid might enjoy tagging along. He did.
There's a feeling that comes with experiences of psychological and physical significance, and it's best understood as a crazy mix of endorphins, wonder, and an honest appreciation of your insignificance in the grand scheme of things. It doesn't have an official name "“ just call it "the feeling that feels like exclamation points," "” but it's addictive as hell. When Corey was 13, he experienced that feeling, and he decided to try to capture it on camera.
It's been 20 years since Corey Rich first made friends with nature, and nearly the same amount of time since he began capturing it on film. Now one of the most sought after adventure sports photographers in the world, Corey's remarkable shots have landed in the pages of most publications worth mentioning, and in the advertisements for the world's most famous brands. We caught up with a freshly de-planed Corey to chat life, lenses, and what it takes to make them work so well together.
It’s almost November, which means two exceptional things: 1) We can dazzle our neighborhood with our 100+ strings of diamond-cut twinkly lights and 2) Most Official Bitches Holiday ’09. Nothing says “Hello, Santa,” like stringing cranberries in spandex leggings and a bomber jacket, and MOB’s Leah McSweeney is gonna have our asses covered (in really, really tight stuff, but covered nonetheless).
Standout items this season include the aformentioned Bomber, the Cloverfield Jacket, and the Varsity Bitch Jacket, but as always the tees are fresh and accessories worth a breeze through. Browse it here…
Many of you met Seth when he told you to be a purple cow. Some of you met him when you fell upon his blog, one of the world’s favorites. The luckiest of you met him in person, either at TED, Google, or one of the other holy places where smart people give speeches. Point being: You know who Seth Godin is, but you might not know him like this.
The creative industry: Yeesh. On one hand, working in it can result in the most un-careery of all careers; an endlessly fulfilling extension of what you love into what you do. On the flipside, that same industry can be the ultimate soul-smoosher; a creativity killing monster leaving utter suckness in its wake.
If you’ve worked in it, chances are you’ve experienced both sides of it. The ideal client, the idol client, the client that shouldn’t even be a client because they should be out of business; they’re everywhere, and we’ve each developed our own way to deal with them. But when times get rough, we need reminding of why we’re in it in the first place– and when we need reminding, we need Joshua Gajownik.
Let's start things off right by saying this: Wow, did we love that Hand Job. Not that that's an atypical reaction for us (we'll take hand-drawn ABC's over Photoshop-perfected ones anytime), but regardless, that book just felt good in our hands.
Well Happy Friday to us, because the man behind Hand Job — the creatively inclined, Brooklyn-based Michael Perry — has just given us another. Over & Over, a book of people-drawn patterns, stays clear of the sexual innuendo that initially got our attention, but still manages to keep our attention in the same way that (your favorite punny porno title here) does. Or doesn't, or used to, or"¦hey. Sometimes, we just prefer a book.
According to some, the streets are at a crossroads. Not long ago, the art covering the bricks and blank spaces of the city was more likely to get you in trouble than in Christie's, but today's take leans more towards halos than handcuffs. This shift can partially be attributed to the quality of today's work (and the hype that surrounds it) but also, strangely enough, to the financial opportunities that have arisen within graffiti. No matter the game, the rules change when money and fame join the party — and they've certainly started to party with street art.
In order to suss out if these fears had a foundation, we decided to take a sit with Doodles, a 20-year-old out of the Bay Area who we consider a member of the "˜new school' of street artists. He also happens to be in school, adding another interesting element to our interview. Say hello to the future of graf art, readers — it's looking good.
Take some modern furniture, a liquor cabinet, and an endless supply of questionable ethics, and you have advertising in its heyday. Surround that with a white picket fence (and some very good bone structure), and you have Mad Men, AMC's sparkler of a series that's been making it okay to watch television again.
Dirty, juicy, and maybe even a bit creatively inspiring; Mad Men and its supporting characters have spawned a league of dedicated fans. But what happens when those fans start pretending to be employees of Sterling Cooper"¦ and move into Twitter?
Ha. We interview them, of course.
Read on as Peggy Olson and I chat copywriting, office politics, and discontinued candy, then get in on the game here.
Ridiculous design rules: If you design, you probably have some, and they’re likely as laughable as the ways our grandmothers told us we could get pregnant (kissing; freeze tag). I don’t design, I’m a copywriter, but it may be fair game to suggest that anyone who depends on their right brain for a living has their own weird mix of regulations. Good thing we now have a safe place to keep them — because man it feels great to know that you’re not the only one basing your decisions on batshit superstitions.
Ridiculous Design Rules — the site — is the safe place I’m taking about, and if you feel the need to whisper some confessions into the ears of the Intertubes, this is the place to do it. Or, you could use the site to rant about someone else’s ridiculous design rules — like the ones that wind up holding your best work from the light of of day (“Too much white space…”) — and let the other users rank it to aid in your justification. Either way, it’s cathartic, and God knows I need some of that to get ready for the amount of toxicity I plan on wallowing in this weekend.
Sick of graphic tees? How about graphic tees — you know, shirts with things on them that are more art than everyday. More Paris than campus. More come hither than come again? Our favorite jewelry makers Alex and Chloe recently started carrying a selection of tees like that (and a few cardigans and hoodies), and while it did take me a hot second to move past the sticker shock, things progressed quite nicely from wha? to wow.
The shirts are designed by Kenzo Minami, Alex B. and Christopher, and happily enough, they’re all unisex. They’re also almost all worth a doubletake, which is increasingly rare in the tee biz these days. I pulled three of my favorites from their fairly largish collection, so if you like those, click on through. While you’re in the hood, be sure to check out their accessories collection if you’ve yet to experience it — we’ve been loving that stuff since… well, since gold was affordable.