Tag: hair

Editing. Redesign. Comments

If you’ve visited this blog the last couple of days, you might have noticed that it looks messed up or not loading properly at all. This is because I’m doing a redesign live. I’m crazy like that.

The point is to make the content area wider, allowing wider images and videos. One side effect will be that the old posts, with images and videos cropped to 400 pixels, will look less than good.

White flowers in a tree

I’d appreciate it if you’d let me know what you like and don’t like (I’ll even pretend that I care) as well as if anything doesn’t work. (Y’know, technically.) Should you comment or email me about it, make sure to be specific since if you say “the comments look like shit!” I won’t know which version of the comments that according to you are smelly.

Girl with drinking straws in hair

Good night, and God bless!

1000 DJs. Performative entertainment galore

1000 DJs is a group of people at my old school that are throwing parties. Last Saturday there was an exhibition, then there was a party, and then there was an exhibition about the party (“1000 DJs, the fuckup”).

In order of appearance:

* Rainbow. The leprechaun was mugged & his gold spend on crack.
* Lovisa from STHLM doing a move.
* Making this curl took Miranda 40 minutes. Well worth it i say.
* Making this body-tag took less than 1 minute. Inflated sense of “party” might be worth it.
* Now you see it, now you don’t!
* After the destruction derby, there are words exchanged regarding the artistic value of said derby, vis-a-vi the planned two-day duration of the show
* Privacy is hard to come by, but some people are not even trying. Ah, the decadence of frolicking art students.

If there are any concerns regarding the quality of the images and so forth, I’m doing this on a windows machine for the first time, and even though Picasa has some neat features, I’m not as used to it as i am to iPhoto. Plus I’m hung over from the fuckup-party yesterday.

Oh, and later today i’m going co-carting with work and a rival company. Free food, although I suspect that they will feed me pasta and taunt me and slap me with meat.