VIETNAMESE PARADISE

I have a third rough draft written now, and I am starting to tackle the rest, and some photographs.

At Vietnamese Paradise

Speaking of which, I scouted an amazing location to take some pictures. It is called Viatnemese Paradise and it’s a small venue in Winnipeg that looks awesome inside, with the lighting and the disco ball and everything else.

I was feeling better early this week so I went out with a friend and she took my picture there, in front of the chandelier.

I will be done the rough drafts of most of the stories by next Wednesday, and the photos will all be done shortly after that. 

It’s pretty cool to watch this slowly pulling together. I was really scared at first but I have worked on the blog and the ideas and I am getting more confident that I can do this. 

I will continue to post until everything is done, and I will try to arrange a launch so those who have been reading and following the progress of the project can see it when it’s done.

P.S. Remember Mado? It's her birthday today!!

HURT

I apologize for not blogging last week, but I was involved in a serious accident.

I went to get my hair bleached at the salon I go to regularly, and I suffered a chemical burn up the back of my scalp after the stylist applied the bleach to my hair. 

My scalp is covered in open blisters and I have been stoned on painkillers for a week straight, along with a number of other medications. 

When it happened, I was rushed to the Emergency Room by a friend of mine. He was kind to me, and he told me it was going to be alright but I couldn’t stop sobbing. 

I tried really hard to stay calm but it was the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life. They treated me immediately when I came into the ER, pouring ice water over my head and putting a wet towel on it and providing me with painkillers.

It was equally painful, although in a different way, when all of my hair fell out in my hands in the bathroom of a dingy Safeway when I was released from the hospital and went to fill my presciptions.

Although, looking on the bright side, something good came from this: if there is anything that can speak to a story about female standards of beauty in North America, it is this story. I truly felt what it was like to be far outside those standards, with swollen eyes from crying, a quarter of an inch long hair, and drowsy demeanor from all the medication. 

I also had the opportunity to feel like what it’s like to have someone care for me. 

Here is a picture I took to represent how I was feeling when I could get out of bed a few days later. I have some other ones that I am planning on using in the collection.

By the way, I never said this yet but I have always meant to: I reeeive most of the feedback through Facebook messages so I wanted to thank everyone on here for reading and telling me their thoughts.

A few days after being released from the hospital, with my head wrapped in a scarf I will have to wear for a month after losing my hair.

ROUGH

As of now, I have two rough drafts of stories done.

I wrote about one being what one believes about oneself, and in the story the character is a smoker who continues to smoke because she believes herself to be the qualities, both positive and negative, that define the classic example of a smoker.

She also smokes because she misses her mother, who passed away from cancer-related smoking, and in the story the cigarette takes the form of a character named Sigourney.

I also completed a story about role models, using the interview I conducted with the sex trade worker I met a while ago. That one was hard to write because I was not sure what details to include, and what to leave out. 

At least I am making progress. If there is one thing I have learned in Creative Communications, it is not to be a perfectionist. It is best to simply get out a written draft, even if it feels like it’s being vomitted out, and then start to work on it. At least you have something to work with at that point.

I will continue to seek inspiration and to have fun with my creativity and to write my stories. 

IT'S IN YOUR BLOOD

I am posting a picture of the photoshoot I did most recently for the collection.

I had a friend of mine model, and she was a perfect subject because she models nude for local art classes, and she is familiar with how to use her body to convey different messages. 

I felt as though I was truly part of an artistic collaboration, and I am thinking of using the photographs to accompany the story about one being what one believes about themself, or female standards of beauty in North America. It will be an opportunity to use the menstrual cycle as a symbol of youth and health, rather than something to be grossed out by, or something that is frowned upon.