Sudtipos - the creator of to-die-for scripts and very sexy yet simple prints. I absolutely love going through their site. Drool at fonts. Download the closest freebies searchable on the web or get "pirated" ones. You know, those versions where serifs are a wee bit fatter, or flourishes are a wee bit shorter (or not there at all). Sometimes I actually think if 60 USD is worth it. But then again, I'm not getting any income for all the design playing. I'm just getting a brain-high.
Here's Compendium, a delicate and gorgeous script created by Alejandro Paul. It's part of the Favorite Fonts of 2008 list. It's like staring at a pair of designer shoes. For me, at least.
let⋅ter⋅press/ˈlɛtərˌprɛs/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [let-er-pres] –noun 1. the process of printing from letters or type in relief, rather than from intaglio plates or planographically.
Following this obsession with typography, surfing through wLT (We Love Typography) brought me back to browsing paperie. Specifically, letterpress invitations. I don't know how I could've overlooked it while we were preparing for our wedding. Maybe my mind automatically closed its doors to it, knowing how expensive it would be (both in terms of time and money).
Anyways, just wanted to share the brilliant letterpress work of Dolce Press. They range from the minimalist to the ornate. But even the simplest typeface is touched with a level of class and elegance. There's something about the detail and the effort that goes into the paper - I don't think it can be compared with any intricate digital design. It's possibly the same way I feel about film. Hehe.
Okay, apparently this blog is becoming less about our wedding plan details and more about little details of nothingness. Well, this is another such post. It may have been noticeable, but just to be transparent about it - I'm very much crazy about typography. Looking at fonts, downloading them, playing with them - they drive me nuts. It's like a massage for my eyes (odd, but yes it is). Hemingways, I found that I am not alone. There is actually a website dedicated to typography lovers - www.ilovetypography.com (it is absolute HEAVEN).
Through that site I found this one which sells tees printed with Ampersands. They beautiful! I want one. Or maybe I'll have one done with my favorite Ampersand - which would probably be hard, because I have 1,052 fonts installed in my computer right now.
I like looking at different ampersands. It's just disappointing that I can't write an ampersand. I hate my elementary writing class for not pushing me hard enough to actually develop my handwriting style with it. Oh well. I might as well just buy the shirt.
Beyond recycled, these are up-cycled. Because more than just restoring, they're adding a touch of cuteness and character. I'd love to have one of these. Matched with a nice cropped jacket, wide-leg jeans, round-toe pumps, and maybe red lipstick (if it actually suited me).
These lovely bags are available at Get Ready, Set, Go c/o Etsy.com.
I've been wanting to get myself a Moleskine. But I always thought it was too expensive for a notebook. I mean, it's beautiful and everything but I may just end up not writing on it. Last Monday, Chips surprised me with a little gift - a pocket sized Moleskine! Wee!!! I love it. I love him. He just knows how to surprise me.
I'm one who is just in LOVE with notebooks and journals - basically anything that has to do with paper. I'm sitting on my office desk and I have seven notebooks in front of me. Two of which are already full, but I still keep them because I like seeing them and their worn pages. One currently being used for work notes. And another one being used for wedding notes. I've got one I started using but stopped at the first pages, because I realized that the paper was too pretty (so I decided to use the not so nice notebooks first). I've got another that's been there for like 3 years. It's a spiral notebook and the pages have turned a beautiful old cream hue. I'm finding it pretty hard to start writing on it.
A few Christmases (or was it our Anniversary?) back, Chips got me a gorgeous journal. It was made of plain paper and hand bound. The front and back covers are made of intricately carved wood. I honestly do not know what to write in it. I like smelling the paper (I also have this thing about the scent of old books. I like running my hand across the pristine leaves. I have a fear that when I start writing, I'd make a mistake and ruin it. I still don't know when I'd finally get to inking those unruffled pages.
I told him that I'll make the Moleskine my new travel-slash-poetry notebook. Maybe I'll start on it when we travel after the wedding. New notebook, new adventure. I'm excited. I think it will be a very inspired little notebook.
I love taking with film. It gives me more fulfillment than digital. I don't feel as much warmth and passion while holding my Nikon DSLR as compared to when I'm shooting with my old Yashica-D (maybe I'm not giving the DSLR a chance, but emotion is rather still stronger than fuction; or maybe because I'm just scared slash in-denial). Anyways, I brought that Yashica to a friend's wedding and shot just one roll. Even if it was just ONE roll, the level of pleasure I get upon seeing the contact prints don't compare to the instant gratification of seeing a digital capture on your viewfinder. It's like, I only got one chance to take this, and I got it right. Like, wow. Anyways, here are some shots from Ton & Marge's very successful wedding. Congratulations guys!!!
*all photos shot with a Yashica-D loaded with Fuji Superia100 medium format film.
Yeah, happy endings are all nice and ruffly. But I believe that there's a deeper emotion, a more gut-wrenching touch, involved with something sad and tragic. We're actually both fans of ballad-y alternative songs. Those by Coldplay, Travis, Keane, Aqualung and Death Cab for Cutie. Somber, heart-warming tones and brilliant words. There's the occasional trip-hop, but my braincells could only take up to a certain level of wiry energy. There's something about hearing / reading about loss that actually gets me through the day better.
A Bad Dream, by Keane. I wake up, it's a bad dream no one on my side. I was fighting but I just feel too tired to be fighting. Guess I'm not the fighting kind. Wouldn't mind it if you were by my side. But you're long gone, yeah you're long gone now.
Tiny Vessels, by Death Cab for Cutie. This is the moment that you know. That you told her that you loved her but you don't. You touch her skin and then you think that she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me. Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
Clocks, by Coldplay. Confusion never stops. Closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna come back and take you home. I could not stop but you now know, singin'. Come out upon my seas. Curse missed opportunities. Am I a part of the cure or am I part of the disease.
The Scientist, by Coldplay. Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry. You don't know how lovely you are. I had to find you, tell you I need you, tell you I set you apart. Nobody said it was easy, it's such a shame for us to part. Nobody said it was easy, No one ever said it would be this hard. Oh take me back to the start.
So Chips and I have been together for like, eight years. Debunked that 7-year itch thing, steadily managing our ironies and differences, loving how we balance each other off and meet with common passions. It's ironic and yet strangely fitting that we were in a Cinemalomo short film entry about tragic love. Since we do love tragedies, why not. It's a rather cool tidbit, actually. That we were the characters in a sad, depressing love story. View the short flick here, by talented friends from Lomomanila, beautiful words by Marge Francia.
Getting almost no sleep just to make it to the 4am bus. Worth it. Trying to fall asleep quite unsuccessfully in a bus playing godawful music. Worth it. Carrying a backpack, a tent and a sleeping bag. Worth it. Being stuck in the water because our boat's engine apparently encountered trouble. Worth it. Having no electricity, a roof over the "bathroom", or a bed with fluffy pillows. Absolutely positively worth it. This is just one of the most beautiful sights I've laid my eyes on ever. The Philippines is just a great, beautiful country. People shouldn't be so quick to underestimate it.
The cove was actually carved out when Mt. Pinatubo erupted. Because of this, the sand is really mostly ash. There is an aeta family residing in the cove, and they are such a kind group of people. They were actually keeping our bonfire alive by chucking in fresh wood throughout the night, as some of the group fell asleep on the beach. The scenery is a bunch of contradictions that somehow work together. For one thing, there are pine trees by the ocean. When you're facing the beach, a lake is actually behind you. And then there are the mountains that stretch around like it was plucked out of some LOTR scene. The water is clear and calm. You just need to take a deep breath before plunging in because it's rather cool. All in all, it was a wonderful weekend (oh man, I can't stress that enough). Would definitely go back. That's if my mother would allow me to go under the sun again before the wedding.
Photos were taken with a Holga, using Kodak slide film, crossprocessed.
It's the middle of the week and I'm in the mood to yammer.
There's another bridal fair this weekend. Making a last stretch of booking the important suppliers. We've already met with Nelwin Uy, and he'll be there at the fair. Chips likes him. Yey. We may make the down payment already when we see him to seal the deal. We just haven't decided if we'd take his whole package or just get the labor-only one and do the album ourselves. Think think. Hopefully by the weekend we get to close on the videographer as well. And given the quickly depleting budget, hope we get a good deal. Argh. I need to win the lottery or something.
Suit or Barong? Chips hasn't decided which one he'll wear. I would have to say though that he looks really hot in a suit. Haha. If we do go the suit route, the fabric would need to be in the list of things to hoarde at Divisoria. If ever, he wants a charcoal gray one. I think it would match my gown perfectly. But I could almost hear some of the Ninongs complaining about how hot it would be in a suit. With our church not being airconditioned and all. Men, they just don't understand that sometimes you need to suffer to be beautiful.
Wait for the next weekend. Because then, we'll be meeting with Kat Corpus - the designer I'm looking at to do the entourage. I still haven't decided if I'd prefer to have the ladies in long or mid-calf dresses. The advantage of having a long one would be the ability to hide shoes, in the event that the pair worn do not quite compliment the dress, theme or event altogether. Hey, it's a valid point to consider. I'm very picky with shoes. Hehe.
In the meantime, let's reminisce about the how wonderful our Zambales weekend was. It's our first beach trip for the year, and engaged! Wee!
Or at least where we really wish for it to be. This is our ancestral home in Plaridel, Bulacan. It's been in my father's family for over a century. It still has capiz windows, carved arches, large wooden planks for flooring, big canvass portraits and big wooden doors. We'd just need to avoid having the TV set and computers within the frames.
I never really thought about having it here until Chips suggested it as a venue for a pictorial for our other to-be-wed friends. My gut screamed, hell no! And then the "it's mine!" syndrome kicked in. I'm a brat at heart and could I please just be selfish about this. Haha.
I think it fits our theme to a tee. We also plan to invite friends to shoot us analog to make it truly vintage. Now just when to schedule this so I could maximize another trial HMUA. Another can't wait moment.
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