Thursday, March 31, 2011

fickle fiend


'Stephano and the Baudelaire orphans'
Graphic pencil on watercolour paper.
{an Instagrammed detail of the above}
NOT a fabulous detail photo, but one nonetheless... my recent illustration of Count Olaf and the Baudelaire orphans. The scene comes from The Reptile Room (in Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events} and the moment in which they realise Uncle Monty's assistant 'Stephano' is, in fact, Count Olaf. Gasping in horror as the taxi departs, leaving them with the fortune-seeking nemesis.

Please excuse the quality. The drawing shat me... but it could have been worse.

Feedback would be grand.


{Illustration ©copyright Chloé Newby 2011}

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

the whole truth

{somewhere familiar}

i dream

... of twirling in tartan. Somewhere far away from here.

{here is the hearted}

this end, of march

I'm going to have to write to get things off my chest very soon... but for now, I wonder if my playlist says enough.
Life has given me the opportunity to seek and find closure in one area of my life and regain faith in myself, just by understanding the perspective of another. My heart aches, then settles, then cries, then laughs. It may be near four years but love is a funny thing. It's gone, but it's there and you have to let it go.

This End Of March
playlist compiled by Me, yesterday and today.

Under Cover Of Darkness
The Strokes
Never Gonna Leave Me
Sia
Sweet Darlin'
She & Him
Born This Way
Lady Gaga
Rope
Foo Fighters
Mine Is Yours
Cold War Kids
Bigger Than The Money
Clare Bowditch & The New Slang
Someone Like You
Adele
Who Are We Fooling?
Brooke Fraser
Sleeping Sickness
City And Colour
Your Own Kind Of Girl
Clare Bowditch & The New Slang
A Sunday Smile
Beirut
Take It All
Adele
Water And A Flame
Daniel Merriweather feat. Adele
The Girl
City And Colour
Time To Say Goodbye
Sarah Brightman & Andrea Bocelli


Look left, look right. Look left again.
You're safe to cross.

{Thankyou}

{my heart will heal}


Monday, March 28, 2011

sighing sickness

I'm partial to what?

Sickness and anxiety.

{You're here. Oh God.}

{my heart}

Thursday, March 24, 2011

she's thinking

... about red wine, creative conversations and Sunday afternoon parties. Invitation?


{that heart}

un verre de rosé

Label design
Label design
[mock-up]
A glass of rosé anyone?

This is the latest weekly assignment submission for my Illustration For Design class (with my acclaimed lecturer/tutor Tara Hale) - a wine bottle label. Any constructive criticism is appreciated... or any feedback for that matter.

The aim was to add an illustrative element to a label that is currently stocked. The original may be found here.
Upon inspection, you can see the appropriated vintage rose pattern and decorative typeface in my design, which embody these brief requirements.


During today's lecture, we also had the pleasure of viewing Tara's original illustrations and conceptual work for The Globe Theatre's current 2011 season. I find it extremely fascinating to see how another creative works, and even more so when you share similar passions. You can check out her talent here.
How's your creative life rolling along?

{Designs ©copyright Chloé Newby 2011}

commancherie

I want this headpiece for my next costume party, a photoshoot, a Sunday afternoon picnic. Oh heck - I just want to wear it! Pocahontas a la Tigerlily.

But do you want to know the most annoying thing? I can't remember where I found this image! Help me out with a link if you can!

There's a fine line between lust and love.

chant the mantra

This is definitely one thing I'll have to remember when jean shopping this autumn and winter... I have a little more j-unk in my trunk than I'd care to at them moment!
I will pull a few old pairs from the trunk stashed high up in my wardrobe, but will no doubt have to buy a funky pair or two for the coming cooler season. I just wish it would hurry up already... we're having a summer backlash here in Brisbane. I quite enjoyed the cool, crisp mornings of a week or so ago. Ah well, soon enough.

What's your fave designer, cut, brand?

Happy Thursday all.


{image via Elsie at abeautifulmess}

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

head down, ass up

That's how it is now that I'm in the thick of Week Four, Semester One. Working away not only on uni assignments, but freelance and of course, the bread & butter (MAPGraphics).
Life is full of many a creative project.
Currently working on an illustration for a wine label... but getting a wee bit drowsy. May call it a night shortly and read The Time Traveler's Wife as I drift off.
I do hope your Tuesday was most enjoyable.

{image source unknown}

cantertartania

I'm going to chase the tartan trend this autumn...

Picture perfection, uh?
You can almost feel the crisp air, gentle flow of the skirt and a wee bit of mystery... where is she off to?

What trends are you chasing?

{all heart}

Monday, March 21, 2011

listening

and loving, this album that Wendo so kindly bought for my birthday. It's a lovely afternoon here in Brisbane.
Study underway.

Yay-ay.

{image via google}

elle et lui

She & Him.
#now playing :: Volumes One and Two.
My Monday morning moorish melodies.

{another hearted image}

clear prop

'Cockpit'.
1980's Darwin/Central Australia trip. Vintage family photograph.
[before my time]
It's time to 'take-off' to the Land of Nod.
It is Monday, and I am Monday's Child - fair of face [noticed?] and I must get some beauty sleep.
Sweet dreams.

Until we meet again, in the waking hours.

million-dollar monday

My Dad believes I'll be a famous artist one day, and that this - my very first artwork, that hangs in the hallway of my parent's home, will someday sell for a million dollars.
I love my Dad.
'Untitled' by Chloé Newby, around 3 years old.
Felt and paint on hessian.
c. 1989 (approx.)
... and I wonder.

sibling, a la canine

A quick snap taken today of Spitfire (remember I grew up in a family of aviators), my canine sibling... a la 13 year old family dog, taken by the wee sis [instagrammed by yours truly].

She holds a special place in my heart. And despite 'getting on' - she still has loads of gorgeous untimely character.
Bless.
How we love her so.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

through your looking glasses

Mum and I... fascinated with those spectacles.
c. 1986.

twenty-four hour whirlwind

Amy & I left Brisbane at around 3pm Saturday afternoon to surprise the unknowing parents, in our hometown of Inverell. Old school CD's were rediscovered with sing-a-long's, many laughs and the thrilling anticipation of just being home.


I seem to forget to take pictures during the most 'crucial' moments... like "THE SURPRISE" - when our parents arrived home from dinner with The Curries' to enjoy a relaxing late night coffee, and we just happened to walk into the kitchen. You should have seen their faces! Priceless. So warm and welcoming (as always) after the shock, and an added bonus/double whammy of our 'other parents' Mr & Mrs C being there... they also came around for a fully cooked BBQ breakfast this morning. There are such perks one can only have in moderation! LOVE.


I did take a few snaps of our journey - not particularly good ones, but frozen memories nonetheless.
I also re-snapped a heap of 'vintage' photographs out of old family albums... they are truly amazing - something I will surely share. For now, just over twenty-four hours later, in my Brisbane lounge I'll share a few journey snaps.

Happy Sunday, tip your glass of red!
The drive to Inverell. SNAP!
The Rose Street front garden... beautiful.
Between Inverell and Glen Innes, Northern New South Wales.
A coffee stop at Henry Parkes Motor Inn, and on through Tenterfield! 
Sunset in motion, on the Granite Belt - south of Ballandean.
The travel essentials.
Amy Louise and Chloé Jane, Brisbane bound.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

buttermilk, buttermilk

Whilst I sit here in my arctic office, I daydream of warm, buttermilk pancakes and their heady aroma; I long to finish my current read I Have A Bed Made Of Buttermilk Pancakes... and I ponder this gorgeous font by Jessica Hische, which is aptly named 'Buttermilk'.
It's a buttermilk kind of day.

Oh, I'm so weird.

And wonderful.

cloud neuf

I would also like to own this cloud window bowl from Paper Boat Press. Unfortunately, it's sold out...
and I couldn't afford it anyway. Sigh.

ever so lovable

It's either over-flowing creativity and inspiration, or I'm bordering on delirium... but I have a few wonderful things I'd love to to share with you.
They're too lovely to keep to oneself.
These divine Seville oxfords from Minnie Cooper...
-this inspiring and wonderfully coloured workspace
- the portfolio inspiration I get when I look at this gorgeous design book... great goosebumps!
- this beautiful, bright print by Argentinian artist, Mara Caffarone
- THESE scrumptious looking cupcakes... with oodles of icing. Just how I like it! 
- this beautiful Moon Diamond print from Jason Dean... 
And lastly, the way this photograph from the latest online issue of frankie magazine makes me feel... I can almost smell the wheat crop and feel the gentle warmth of the sun on back.
But, most importantly -
can you feel the love?

{some are found in the space of my heart}

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

resolute resonance

Maybe this will reach you. Maybe it won't.
But I know, you know who you are.
But what I need to tell you, is Julia Stone spoke to me tonight - through her lyrics for 'Where Does The Love Go?'. With this resonance, I have added my own heart shavings.


If you will, read on... and perhaps listen to her gorgeous melody.


Where Does The Love Go? by Julia Stone

Love comes and goes,
like He knows
what He wants to do.

It's here, then it's there -
doesn't really seem to care,
if I'm in, or out with you.

We're lovers today,
then it changes
in the blink of an eye.

And I would stand here forever,
if I believed I could ever
feel the same way again,
in time.

Where does the love go?
Go, go?





Love comes and goes,
like He's got somewhere else
He needs to be.

And He rushes out the door
before I get the chance -
to ask Love,
'why... he wants, to leave?' 

And your standing over there
with my father,
on the wrong side of the room.

And something inside me dies
and I, I wish I could feel
the way I used to -
but I don't.

Where does the love go?
Where does the love go?
Go, go, go?

Love comes and goes,
like He's got another home
away from me.

Got a spare set of keys
and a house on the beach...
I know, I know.

Well Love, He gets tired
and He decides to run away,
run away, run away.

He leaves me standing here
with your broken heart...
what can I say?
Tell me what can I say?

Where does the love go?

Where does it go...
this I don't know.
Some parts are hard to recall.
But your resolution,
seems to be your resolve.
What can I change?
You won't respond or hear
what I have to say.
Get angry, get even,
tell me you hearts hardest thoughts...
if you can.
Just be who you say you are.

This song I love, but the resonance has played over and over in my heart today. Turn the music up, and hear what it has to say.

Friday, March 11, 2011

sailing the endless seas

My latest quick sketch for a uni tutorial activity. Based on a 1950's rockabilly, nautical tattoo styling I have tried to capture the essence of the Flying Dutchman tale (see below) that may used for an application as a decorative logo for the 'Flying Dutchman' Rum liquor.
Clearly, many elements can be refined and this would be accompanied by a holistic marketing campaign in the taste of the rockabilly movement. Think pin-up girls and sailors, carribean beaches and turbulent seas... developing this concept further could be an adventure in itself!

All feedback is much appreciated.
The legend of the Flying Dutchman concerns a ghost ship that can never make port, doomed to sail the oceans forever. It probably originates from the 17th century nautical folklore. The oldest extant version dates to the late 18th century.
Sightings in the 19th and 20th centuries report the ship to be glowing with ghostly light. It is said that if hailed by another ship, its crew will try to send messages to land or to people long dead. In ocean lore, the sight of the phantom ship is a portent of doom.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

how do you (do)?

... colour your world?
With bold, brash colour or whimisical wonder?

{just here}

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

state your creative quest

This is mine.

a captured heart

I just came across this heart stopping jewellery piece by Black Spot Books, and I'm sure my life has changed.  I have to have it... when I can spare the hefty (but oh so worthwhile) price tag.
It is a one off piece - yes, every little book, page and binding is unique to the individual necklace.
They really do speak for themselves.
Hint, hint.
Hint, hint.

I guess they'd say a lot about the lucky person able to don such a piece too... oh, they're so beautiful I can almost feel the texture of the leather!

time to toast

Whilst the picture is for pure comic relief (albeit there is some degree of talent to be merited!), today holds a particular significance for those of the X chromosome.

It is International Women's Day.

It's a day to celebrate beauty, generosity, sacrifice, love, perseverance, friendship, family and many more facets that women around the world convey with their colourful personalities.

It's a day to celebrate your significance as a great-grandmother, grandmother, mother, mother-in-law, godmother, aunty, sister, step-sister, half-sister, cousin, daughter, friend; and of course the significance of those in your life.

While today is being celebrated in over 70 countries, take the time to say it...
'Happy International Women's Day'
to those around you.

Let's bring the consciousness of this day to the foreground in our immediate communities.

Pussy power?

{YOU heart it}

Sunday, March 6, 2011

all it is

All it is, is Sunday.

The first weekend I've had to relax and get ahead in a long time - I feel like I'm talking before Christmas, and so much has happened since then.

Today is breezy with patches of cloud, patches of sunshine. My bedroom come studio blinds are open and up. Brandi Carlile is singing away via Madeline (my MacBook Pro) and I had the loveliest sleep-in in years. It's true.

Lunch plans were cancelled, so I'm going to take full advantage of the day with reading, writing, studying, relaxing and baking (scones - how I can't wait for the smell to fill my home!).
Followed by catch-up chats with friends throughout the evening and my third day of my Wii fitness adventure.
It is Sunday, and it is good.

I finished another novel this morning, and as far as my reading goal goes (to read 24 by the end of the year - the same as last year), I am well on track. A total of 13 books, so far. I await two novels in the post from the Book Depository in the UK, so today will be all about typography, visual rhetoric and a catch-up on my last frankie magazine.

Finally, I have something to share on this blog, albeit the movements of everyday life - it is something nonetheless.

And so autumn is here, and todays weather is definitely much more bearable than the week past, so I'd like to welcome autumn whole-heartedly. There is a content I feel in this season unlike any other during the year. Perhaps it's the colours, the cool  crispness, the ease of sleep and the beginning of snuggle season,  the feeling of home that comes so vividly with all of the above.

Easter - a holiday I can't wait for. Seven weeks away, but the reward of five days at home with my parents, brother, sister and our gorgeous family dog, Spitfire. Perhaps cousin & cuzband will join the holiday too, as they did last year - that would be divine.

As I look at my Beatrix Potter calendar (yes, I'm in love with the illustrations that appeared so fondly in my childhood), I wonder what wonderful things your Sunday entails...

I hope it's happy, productive and seasonally sound.
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