Art School, Cool Fools

The best part of being an art student is getting away with anything. Nothing is of major consequence; you're not trying to sell your work or please a client to pay your rent. In fact, you're the one paying a school to nurture your creativity, foster your ideas. Often those ideas are strange, confusing... experiments [mistakes].

I wish I cared a bit less when I was in school. I was such a hard ass, very strict with my brain. I really didn't like the idea of making mistakes. If only I relaxed a bit, maybe I'd have come up with something as heartwrenchingly exciting as these stunners:

This is my favourite, elephant aaaaaaaarrmmmmm

I mean it. I think these are incredible. It's like jumping off the roof into a pool of garage sale. I'm getting itchy just looking at them. 

To be fair, the designers are fashion students at a top school in England. They need press and notoriety to get somewhere after grad. They probably don't have the laissez-faire attitude I'm imagining. 

Have you seen Art School Confidential? It's mandatory. That's all. 

I don't like to get into conversations about art with people who hate. There's always someone who says, my 5 year old could make this crap. And I think, but they didn't! If your 5 year old can somehow get a gallery show and sell their work successfully, that's when they'll get the seal of approval from the public. You need to join the capitalist club to be someone. It's kind of confusing (which is why I try to avoid talking about it altogether).  

But then there are those under appreciated, quiet artists who don't get the recognition they deserve. Don't worry, when I'm rich enough I'll buy their art and support those stars. Or just blog about them behind their backs.


(Student designs on the runway at the Royal College of Art Graduate Show June 2, 2011)

Sweet Easter Overdose

The pisanki we make at home usually look endearing enough (in their special homegrown way). But if they took a trip to MAC Cosmetics and got a free makeover, and then were airbrushed and photoshopped a bunch, they might be able to look like these glamour queens:

Tapeciarnia.pl

Of course, to diversify our egg basket, we throw in a couple of wooden Easter eggs (usually painted by old ladies of the Polish Folk persuasion). These can be found in Roncesvalles and other Polish stores around the GTA. 

Or, you know, the Tatry mountains in Poland. 

by Parisot Martine

They're like jewellery! I really want a crown of these wooden eggs, just to wear. My local hipsters will accuse me of being a hipster, but then I'll win them over by showing them how to make their own egg crown.

By the way, did you know that Kinder Surprise Eggs are banned in the US? It's because they're classified as "a confectionery product with a non-nutritive object imbedded in it." I had no idea! They also don't sell ketchup chips there, but that's a whole other issue. 

Unfortunately, their toy collections the past few years have been kind of lackluster. Come one Kinder, bring back the gnomes...

by Poodlefifi via Flickr

...or at least put out some more cute mechanized anthropomorphized objects. Like this pizza oven monster:

via Chocoegg

I'm assuming you've eaten way too many fondant-filled Cadbury Creme Eggs over the weekend, (by the way, even one is too many), so you're probably going through a corn syrup withdrawal right now. 

As usual, I'm here to save the day. Feast your eyes on this super sweet KidRobot Munny, which has been customized to look like a Kinder Egg: 

Customization by Peevee

I wanna take a bite outta that face. 

Except the plastic would taste gross. And wouldn't melt in my mouth. So fine, I wouldn't take a bite. 

But I'm still tempted.