A painting

Today I watched a couple of documentaries - the first was "The September Issue" which chronicles the making of Vogue's largest volume made at that time. It largely follows Anna Wintour, the infamous editor-in-chief from which The Devil Wears Prada was modeled. If you have any appreciation for fashion, I think you'll enjoy it, if for nothing else because it makes you feel close to the all-powerful of the fashion world. As the documentary points out, even though we may hate to admit it, we all want more celebrity. (Which in my book, is perfectly OK. I will be the first to admit that I joined twitter almost exclusively to feel closer to my celeb faves.... knowing what Ingrid Michaelson is up to tonight? Yup, LOVE IT.)

The second documentary was "Objectivity," which I found boring, but, it made me realize something important. The documentary follows designers of.. stuff. People who design chairs, or pliers, or cars, etc. and it talks about how their creativity touches each of us, since ultimately we all consume these things. (I'm actually making it sound more interesting than it is, I promise.) But the thing it made me realize is that, although design is not my thing, one thing I do love is making people FEEL a certain way. I think that's why I'm so attracted to the arts. If I play a part a certain way or if I can recite a meaningful song on the piano, I can effect emotions. Unfortunately it's a Sunday afternoon and I just don't have the energy to work through this thought, but it will definitely be something I come back to.

In the meantime, I painted today! After watching documentaries on creating things, naturally, I had to create. I used the only canvas I could find (a framed National Geographic poster that Nick and I picked up at a thrift store), and oils that were shoved in a drawer in the garage. The cool thing that happened was that the paint and the brushes kind of did their own thing, and I felt like I just got to sit back and kind of watch as it came together.

The young partiers, the confidants, and the lovers. 

These two women are my favorite. In my head, the red woman has just found out her husband is cheating on her, and has called her good friend to this bar in the middle of the night to talk about it. 

Oh, and I also did a photo shoot around my house. Those pics will be up tomorrow. 

Love.