Often we find that the old ways are the good ways, and that can definitely be said when it comes to music and how we absorb it. There is a local musician who is doing something rather decidedly different these days--releasing his music on vinyl. Jared Bartman, local indie musician and songwriter, chose to release his two song EP on vinyl just last month and it is being received with open arms. It's time to dust off that turntable! Not only was the method of recording a throwback, but the printing of the record sleeve as well. Jared employed a certain Numéro designer, me, for the cover art and chose to have them printed via a vintage Vandercook letterpress--talk about old school. Not only do you get a sweet piece of vinyl and limited edition work of art, but also the download codes so you can take his songs anywhere you please. To purchase a record, see Jared live or visit his website www.JaredBartman.com
My mom and I made a brisk trip to St. Louie this weekend for a wedding that I will gush over in a later post and we happened to stop at the quirky pink elephant Antique Store on our way back. My mom's radar instantly goes up at the mere tinge of the word. There is an eclectic array of carnival ephemera populating the former school's yard, great for photo-ops. The junk is kinda pricey inside but fun to look at nonetheless.
Had I had the kind of change that floats in and out of a popstar's pocket I would have taken this gem home, a working Tetris arcade game. I even have a techno remix of the classic theme song to this game! Oh Tetris, Moscow never looked so appealing.
On Tuesday evening my boss and I had to photograph this guy named Doug Smith for our magazine. He's a balloon artist and can literally make just about anything out of balloons, after that we got to taste the drink of the month. Also comical, I don't drink but I allow myself to taste so I'm reminded at how much alcohol ruins a drink for me (I'd take a milkshake over a cocktail anyday). It was funny because for a photoshoot it doesn't matter what the drink tastes like as long as it looks right, so we had a few crazy substitutions and the thing tasted like fermented candy peaches instead of...well...whatever it was supposed to be ha ha. If we had drank it all our eyes would have bugged out like Mr. Octopus here.