Thursday, July 16, 2009

Obsession

I think I may have a serious problem. Or fetish. Or obsession.
It comes in the form of fresh, white sheets of paper bound and illustrated, and it is presented to the world as perfect little works of art to be improved upon.
Notebooks.
I love them. They are (generally) cheap and beautiful and artsy and mysterious and oh how I love them. I have journals for lists, song lyrics, daily life, love letters, faerie recipes, towns, traveling- you name it, I have an entire notebook devoted to it.
My family and I, when we have days off, often go into the city and have Dim Sum in Chinatown. Afterwords, if all goes well, and we aren't called away, we go to a cute little bookstore, Kinokuniya. And man, oh man, do they have a notebook section. There is an entire section of the store devoted to every kind of notebook one could possibly want. They are diverse and and detailed, and they are all beautiful.
When I go in there, I am fairly delirious with happiness.
They also have pens that make your handwriting look wonderful and inch-tall pencil crayons and hundreds of themed sticker kits. It's magical in Kinokuniya, I kid you not.
I buy a notebook almost everytime I walk in that store. And now, because I just got a new french-print notebook (which I am devoting to in-class writing in case you were wondering) and because I have no other blog fodder, I'm going to show some of my favorites to you, in all their bound-up glory:

This is one of the very first notebooks I put into my collection. It's designed by a guy named Jordan Crane. He does a comic series and has designed a couple other books as well. This journal stand out the most. It's fairly bright and not as old-fashioned as the others, and I like that about it. I use this one as a day-to-day journal and I'm about halfway through with it.

This one is one of my favorites. It's also a fairly early purchase of mine, but it's more true to my general taste. I especially like the way it looks like a watercolor painting, though, I suppose you have to see it up close to know that. I'm going to use this as the second book of my daily journal. (Sometimes, with journals, I bite off more than I can chew)

This journal is designed by Nikki McClure. It's divided into various sections like, build, explore, and grow. I only write in it when I have something in my mind pertaining to one of the subjects, so right now, it's pretty bare. But hopefully, I'm going to start thinking more creatively about it, so it will fill up faster. I really love the art in this one. The lines are just exquisite.

Okay, I've been pretending that my picture quality isn't that bad, but frankly, it is. I apologize. These are much nicer in person. These are the notebooks I'm using in my school supplies for nest year. They're all the same front design, but they come in a whole bunch of different colors. I've always coveted these and now that I have them, I'm so excited to use them- I know that I'll plow through these guys.

Okay, that first one is really blurry, but this one is just a variation of the one above, except that it's for writing music. I'm going to use it for songwriting, which I'll hopefully be taking next year..

And now. Oh dear god.

This ridiculous thing. It is so damn beautiful. The pages are made of really thick paper, and the cover is perfectly smooth and the back is a multiplication table (So convienient!) And it's french! I'm using it as an in-class daily journal for next year (Such journals tend to be rash and dramatic. Watch out.) It's so much more wonderful in person, but whatever.

Gosh.
I'm gonna go write in 'em now.
They are so pretty
and I need my fix..

Monday, July 06, 2009

Suburb

We were driving around this sad little neighborhood. Dusty, dismal and depressing. Broken chainlink fences. Dirt filled planters. Plywood ominously posted over windows. We were looking for Garage Sales, and we were all slightly car sick. When we passed a paper sign taped to a tree, we decided it was time to leave. As we raced up the side streets, we passed what seemed to be a roundabout. It was laden with scraggly little plants, and was about two feet across. Sean looked at it for a second and then said in a cockney accent.
"Well, it's like a little piece of England, innit?"