Guy Laroche F/W 14 Backstage
Eva Green and Lena Headey making selfie
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Mixed Media Photography by Aliza Razell
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Peanut artist, or rather “Painter of Nuts” Steve Casino (previously featured here) is still hard at working transforming humble peanut shells into impressively lifelike miniature sculptures of pop culture icons.
"The peanut project began in July, 2012 with the off-handed casualness of hashing out a song or invention on a napkin, but realizing the vision has created serious challenges. Arriving at the right materials, for example, took a lot of trial and error. Learning the right resins and swapping pipe cleaners for bamboo helped, but Casino still struggles with the peanut-specific difficulties of his craft."
Each peanut character requires hours of work. The painting phase alone sometime takes over 10 hours to complete. And, because of the likelihood that a peanut may break during the delicate creation process, Casion always starts out with three peanuts versions per character.
or ever. Can’t stand all the toxic bitches anymore uh Imma unravel. My store’s closing down and tbh it couldn’t happen sooner. I have NO energy to be working on this whole, “save the company from going under, by amping up sales techniques and approaching everyone who enters the store and asking everyone at the counter if they want this extra thing or rather. I can’t take the spontaneity and consistency of sales and upselling and tbh I can’t give one fuck about bothering to try without any pay-rise and with the negativity and tension floating around my workplace atm. Work full-time in retail, I told myself, it’ll be rewarding and pay the bills and get you out of your downwards spiral of anxiety and loneliness, I told myself. Now what it gets me is uptight 2-faced, gossipy little girls getting grumpy over small things, and having to order pizza delivered almost every night because I can’t afford to go out in the stormy rain in my falling-apart clothes and shoes to buy food. And that is why I haven’t been blogging so much. Because I am exhausted and watching my life spiral around in chaos.
Fml trying to be someone I’m not naturally inclined towards and investing my energy even outside of my work hours into this sudden, “quick we’re going under, make sales happen and be energetic and approachable!’ push from work is not cool. I mean, our manager (who has been here for about 3 months) is nice and she’s got my back, but it barely really compensates for the shit I put up with from the uppity, insufferable weekday staff, my God…
I’m not working Saturdays and Sundays anymore from a look at the upcoming rosters, and all the decent staff work on the weekend and not on the weekdays anymore because they returned to their university studies. It’s like I’m running around the world, drenched in napalm and on fire, howling in agony - begging to come out of this nightmare and nothing happens.
I have no energy for my own endeavours anymore, I have a sewing machine going to waste on my desk, and two unfinished pastel drawings collecting dust. Oh Tumblr, I’m just really tired, all the time. My face feels like it’s sagging to the floor and my eye sockets are swallowing my eyeballs
Then again, maybe I’m just getting my period lol
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