COME WATCH TARZAN WITH ME
I want a pen pal.
Robert Rotar (German, 1926-1999), Rotation Nr. 12, 1971. Oil on canvas, 80 x 80 cm.
Leaving work early on a beautiful day is a wonderful thing.
Rant ish time.
My roommate (soon to be ex, but only because I’m moving with my best friend) is self-publishing this “coffee table” book with interviews of women (i put coffee table in quotes because it’s a tiny fucking book). And when she was first starting this project I offered myself, for free, to help her design the book. I’m not pro. But I studied graphic design and have worked on my computer for years. I know she doesn’t know graphic design because she’s only about fashion and being an entrepreneur. She nods and says maybe, possibly. Fine. I totally accept that. Offered it to her when she starts talking about the interviews being done and need to work on the pages. Fine. Nods and smiles. Okay.
She now has the whole book designed. Didn’t ask me. Oh well, can’t force her. I see a peek of the book on her computer and I can already tell it’s going to be bad. Now I had to resize her pages on my computer, and I have now seen all the pages and they are such shit. Just, the worst layout of text and images. Nothing interesting on the page, not even the photos were placed in an interesting way. I gave her free design help. I wish she had taken it, because as a woman who is calling this whole thing a movement (also bullshit) it is the worst designed book.
Dear god. I know I’ll have to purchase one too, but I don’t know how i’ll be able to.
I just dyed my hair.
I look like murder.
I wish I had someone to text right now, everyone is busy.
I could use some company.