Shoe Fleur. Hmmmm, this takes “green design” to a whole new level! And those of you who know me well know that I have a REALLY BAD shoe problem (don’t tell my husband!). One day in his New York studio, having just shot a series of cosmetic ads for Prescriptives (Tcherevkoff
How bad design turned my plane around. Let me tell you a little story about a Blackberry, bad design, a deaf man, and an airplane. I was flying back from Savannah, Georgia (from, ironically, an interaction design conference) on a rescheduled flight after my original flight had been canceled due to the monster storms that hit the
On Good Taste. I’m speaking at Betascape this coming weekend on visual literacy. While I think everyone can be taught visual literacy to a certain level, there are some who exceed at it because they have an innate sense of good taste. Ira Glass explains: But, what exactly is Good Taste™? Who
Tuesday, December 23. The shoes I wore to meet the architect.... weren’t worn to meet the architect at all. They were worn to meet the builder. The designs aren’t final yet, but they’re close enough to show schematic drawings to builders. So we’re interviewing builders now, meeting skilled craftsmen and professional construction managers to hear about design
Mental masturbation. From a recent post I made on a thread at Speak Up: Scott, I see what you’re saying about graphic design being the mode of travel for the ideas of other design disciplines before they’re physically realized. But then it becomes a chicken and egg argument: which comes
City of Design. What comes to mind when you think of Montréal? Canada, our friendly neighbor to the north. Quebec. Mt. Royal. The St. Lawrence River. The French Quarter. Design. Wait a minute. Design? If it didn’t come to mind, it should. Montréal was recently named the first North American “City of
Gensler. I started a new job today as a design consultant at Gensler. Considered one of the world’s biggest design firms, they focus mostly on workplace and retail space design. I’m psyched. 🙂 The neatest thing about it is that I made my initial contact at the dog park, Golden
I'm dying over here. My laptop died yesterday. Zip. Kapoot. I had used it right before my interview to jot down questions and it was fine. I get home to log on and it won’t start up. I thought maybe the battery was out of power, so I plugged it in. Still nothing.
The Semiotics of Shoes. From an article in this Sunday’s NY Times (I know, I know; I need to expand my source list): They are not just any sandals, but boxy buckled Birkenstocks, the footwear that has become synonymous with a certain type of noodge. Or in the senator’s case, worse. In