Spring has seriously sprung over here on the Westcoast. No jacket, no sleeves, no pants (I can finally wear dresses!) kind of sprung.Spring fever has really taken over me and I am feeling so inspired by all the easter tablescapes running through me feed on Pinterest. Pastels and floral have made a major comeback in fashion and interiors, so Easter decor seems to be prettier than ever.
It’s not just Easter that I am thinking about. I’ve got terracotta pots that could use a splash of colour and a little desk that needs to be stripped and refinished in the worst way. These little mood boards get me excited about using pastels around my own house and in projects for school.I love the unfussy nature of these images, and how unapologetically pretty a pastel palette can be.
I especially love mixing the masculine industrial style with a feminine pastel palette. Swoon.
I finished my exams on Monday. Drafting exams might be the death of me. Being timed to draw something is brutal. Other than doing your assignments, there’s no way to study for a drafting exam. Basically you have no time to stop and think, you just have to draft like the wind. Manual timed drafting: a completely pointless skill.
It all hit me on the bus ride home. The all-nighter I pulled on Friday after closing at the restaurant, the 30+ hours of drafting I did the week prior, and the lack of eating or drinking any real food for days (if it couldn’t be prepared in 30 seconds or less, I didn’t eat it). I came home and collapsed in an achy pile on my couch.
I spent the past couple days getting my patio ready for summer. I am itching to start my veggie garden. Yesterday I bought one of those hanging baskets so I can grow upside down hanging tomatoes (Living life right on the edge). I did some damage at target buying outdoor pillows and string lights- when I came through the door with 5 throw pillows, Scotty hid his why-do-we-need-more-pillows look that husbands get when their wives are nesting.
And today I am on the ferry- headed to smother my youngest niece for the day. I brought along my camera (filled with dead batteries) to make good on my resolution to take some photos during my break.
My walls have died.
Sometimes you come across something that is just so right. It sparks something. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but you can feel a little fire in your belly… the prints (including polaroid scans) by Max Wanger just sparked me.
You’ll recognize this one from my last post. After seeing bri’s dining room (the image that really got me), I became an instant fan.
His use of negative space is absolutely brilliant. It tells such a different story, the ones where the image is in the bottom portion of the photo give a lofty sense to the images- like being a little kid and staring up at that huge sky, and the images off to the side bring a sense of thought into the picture, like there is lots going on inside the mind of the subject.
The colours, and blurred lines of his polaroid scans bring life to the images.
Washed out, over exposed images make it seem as if the subject is disappearing- like they are in the process of transformation.
I love the world through Max Wanger’s eyes, such an inspiration. His lifestyle photos really ignite a romance with photography. When I finish this semester, I think I’ll need to spend a day with my camera.