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The 15 Things Charles and Ray Eames Teach Us

Alysha Sandow — Tue, 19 Jun 2012 03:45:08 +0000

01. Keep good company.
02. Notice the ordinary.
03. Preserve the ephemeral.
04. Design not for the elite but for the masses.
05. Explain it to a child.
06. Get lost in the content.
07. Get to the heart of the matter.
08. Never tolerate “OK anything.”
09. Remember your responsibility as a storyteller.
10. Zoom out.
11. Switch.
12. Prototype it.
13. Pun.
14. Make design your life… and life, your design.
15. Leave something behind.

Excerpt from: An essay by Keith Yamashita (PDF)

Via Swiss Miss

And we’re back…

I do know these things…

Alysha Sandow — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 11:24:36 +0000

01. Press checks are always a good way to get out of the office.
02. Designers love robots.
03. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a slab serif font.
04. The logo is *rarely* large enough.
05. Postage for square envelopes is insane, but worth it on occasion.
06. Widows are unacceptable. End of story.
07. Separate the veggie side from the meat side when taking home a leftover sandwich.
08. No one should love Comic Sans. No one.
09. The printer never works when you need it most.
10. Metallic ink on uncoated paper takes forever to dry.
11. Shoes matter.
12. Spray mount on your arm skin is horrible.
13. Spray mount in your nostrils is even worse.
14. Bad clients happen to good people.
15. Your desk is a direct reflection of your home.
16. Measure twice, cut once.
17. There is a difference between an em and en dash.

—Back to work on Monday.

Quite Simply.

Alysha Sandow — Fri, 21 May 2010 03:36:49 +0000

I like.

Solemn reminder for tough times.

Alysha Sandow — Wed, 12 May 2010 06:26:31 +0000

“You do not have to believe in yourself or your work. It is not your business to determine how good it is, how valuable it is, nor how it compares with other expressions. But it is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly to the urges that motivate you.

“There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, the expression is unique. If you block it, it will never exist through another medium and will be lost. The world will never have it.”

– Martha Graham

I love design. I love design. I love design. …and repeat.

2010 feels different.

Alysha Sandow — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 14:24:32 +0000

“You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel.”

So its 2010. What a year ‘that’ was. I came a long way from who I was, to who I really am.
Self discovery. A year of travel, a year of love, a big year of breaking and a total year of self realisation.
I learnt what I really want in my life, what I like, don’t like and how to have a good time and take what I want without thinking of everyone else first for a change. That’s right, no more apologies for nothing.
There were mistakes made and decisions, if I could make again I would do differently. But I wouldn’t change them now.
Now I have learnt every lesson that has been so graciously hand delivered good or bad – Thank you kindly to those playing at home. …And they’ve truly contributed to who and what I want to be.

I don’t yet know what I want from this year ahead and yes, it kind of scares me a little for a change. For a big damn change. I actaully feel like I have woken up from a long sleep and the bed is icy cold.
Its time to get moving on with things, learning new lessons, techniques and styles of life to fit me. Not you. not him. Not them.
Im not quite the person I was last year and Im still trying to make that work for everything around me. Trying to get others to understand that this is me, is actually a little more difficult than it sounds.

I am designing again and it feels right. The work is real, no more thrilling than expected but Im determined to climb this wirey, long ladder and find whatever is at the top waiting for me. …And that ladies and gentlemen excites ‘ME’.

Soldier on. This is who I am and this year, wherever the hell it came from has a
theme. Fighting for what I want. Who I am and what I need.
I’ll get there anyway I see fit. There’s no turning back because here it is.

You just know now. You just do.

Written words and perfect pictures.

Alysha Sandow — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 09:37:18 +0000

All of a sudden.

Alysha Sandow — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 21:55:00 +0000

Everything that you do is not original.
throughout the history of this world
someone has experienced what you are feeling.
Written the same thing
Having the same thoughts.
But I just feel alone right now.

Everything that you see will influence you
And every person you have talked to
has filled a part of your mind.
…How did I ever let myself get this involved?

There is a vacant hole in my mind,
just waiting for the right memory
the feeling of the moment
to fill it,
the factor.
That keeps me going.

Sure I have people and things
that i depend on – and I didn’t realise how much.

But in the end it seems like it will leave,
and something else will take its place.
Just how far is it?

All it does to my mind
is cause a cloud of
something that is grey.

Oddly and wholely for this time.
It was that little nugget that would fill that space.
well…I’m not sure, but you’re not there anymore.
And i cant describe it to anyone else.
not like i really want to.
It just was.

All I want
is for it to just be there,

And to stop being broken.

<3

Alysha Sandow — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 00:39:37 +0000

Sometimes the heart
Should follow the mind.

Sometimes the heart
Should tell the mind to
Stay at home and
Stop interfering.

…Just sometimes.

The countdown begins.

Alysha Sandow — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 00:02:27 +0000

There comes a point in life where you either accept whatever you’re doing here and just exist, or stop talking about what you used to be and do something about it.
Its time to make that choice.

What to do.

Alysha Sandow — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 18:59:49 +0000

All I ever wanted was to know what to do…
I’ve been paralyzed by the quiet,
and for a moment something spoke to me,
and I came here,
Driftwood from the heart.
Intermittently there were answers.
Intermittently there was a sweet chorus
and it sang to me
and pointed to all the right paths,
I was watching and approving and took it by the hand.
But just as often,
there was silence,
A hidden mystery of still, of limbo.
So I stood blinking under the sun,
Under the black velvet sky,
All I have to think of is what to do next.
What’s coming next?