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SELF-DRAFTED TOP: WHAT I'D DO DIFFERENTLY

A couple weeks ago I ordered some hunter green cotton gauze I found cheap on Etsy and finally got around to making something with it last week! I got the color because I'm in need of more dark green wear for a cappella performances, and a light fabric because 1) it's summer and 2) it's cheap. This is the first truly comfortable, wearable garment I've sewn and I'm really proud of it!




Cost/materials:
- Fabric: $6/yd (so about $4 for the shirt)
- Buttons: misc. from my family's small sewing stash ($0)
- Thread: what I had in the house ($0)
- Interfacing: leftover ($–I don't remember)
Total: $5 or less + labor


Process:
- Trace the bodice of my sister's Brandy Melville wrap top onto grocery bag paper
- Cut shape out, pin to fabric and cut fabric around it
- Fold paper in half but add a couple inches (for button space)
- Pin and cut fabric 2x for symmetrical front pieces (don't worry about neckline yet)
- Pin and sew (zigzag stitch) front and back pieces together at sides and shoulders
- Sew front neckline down at about a 45 degree angle (without cutting fabric– it droops into the rounded collar that way! That was serendipitous).
- Add about 1" of iron-on interfacing where buttonholes will go, fold fabric over and sew to cover interfacing
- Sew similarly on other side but without interfacing
- Add buttonholes and buttons, as one does
- Hem bottom and armholes
- Hand sew collar in place
Time: about 3h, but that's because I had to pick some seams and figure out as I went


What I'd do differently next time:
- Add interfacing to both the button and buttonhole areas (I was afraid of making the area too thick on thin fabric but it needs it)
- Make bust slightly wider (I have to add a hidden button to keep the bust properly together)
- Use matching thread (I didn't have enough green so there's some black in there...classic Zoph)
- Cut pieces with bigger seam allowance to have more room to finish edges properly
- Make in a heavier fabric (linen maybe?) just for the hell of it


Verdict: cool top! It's comfy! Fits pretty well! I'm gonna wear it a lot!

Gingham and Denial?

         I can't even remember last time I went out to do some quick self-portraits, strange simply because it used to be a big part of my life and now I go months without snapping any. I'm still not in the swing of it again so these are a tad generic–I wanted to do an outfit-centric post but realized I was rusty in the camera department so I just took advantage of the light and did the soft portraits I'm used to instead of experimenting.
         I was kind of discouraged, really. Most of why I haven't stepped in front of the camera recently just has to do with habits (being more drawn to other styles of photography, turning more to songwriting as an emotional outlet) but I think part of it does have to do with not liking how I look compared to people I see in pictures. I do not have the body of a model. I've gained a little weight and lost muscle since breaking my foot and stopping ballet. I have wide hips. I do not like how my new haircut photographs. As someone who is mostly confident in my body, I did not like being confronted with these things again.
         I just sort of powered through anyways, knowing that if I want to get back into self-portraiture or run something of a style blog I'd have to begin somewhere, and I like tying my shirt this way, armpit-boob and all. Here are the ones that make me look the skinniest, cause unfortunately I'm still at that point, though I know I'm not alone in that.

Shirt: Goodwill
Skirt: American Apparel
Shoes: Doc Martens via Depop

Day 2: 7-Eleven on 7/11

The day's premise: It's free slurpee day. Why not hit up each of the 7-Eleven stores in Milwaukee and make a zine out of it?

Thoughts:
  • This Airbnb house is still nice as hell
  • Making breakfast in this house and cohabiting with ten other people still makes me feel like I'm on a reality show
  • I had 3 free slurpees and I'm still unsure of whether or not I regret it 
  • We watercolored with melted Slurpee
  • We met kids in a group/training program called Sea Cadets
  • Visiting artist Hans Seeger was a very put-together guy, and he bought us some great mini donuts too
  • I got to see the street my parents used to live on!
  • We had a cookout for dinner (I did 12 peoples' dinner dishes by hand afterward!)
  • Eleanor converted me to a goat cheese fan today by making a very good salad
  • Turns out Veronica, the writer with us, is also a Myers-Briggs nerd like me so I'm glad I've found someone to nerd out with about personality types while I'm away from my sister. (They're both INTP–coincidence?)
More images to come–
Sea Cadet Boy
Brooklyn and Shawn at 7-Eleven
Slurpees, round 3

STP to NYC – Day 1

Sunday, July 10, 2016 – Milwaukee, WI
Rosy, Eleanor and Cooper in the RV
I remember coming home from school back in January and telling my mom and dad about “this awesome workshop thing where there’s this famous photographer and he's gonna bring a group of teenagers around in an RV to do art stuff and they're gonna road-trip to New York and collaborate with the MoMA and all this wild stuff and Mr. Shipman says he thinks I could maybe get to do it!! Oh my god it sounds so cool!”

This morning, Mom brought that day up in the car…as she was on the way to drop me off for the trip. 
Uh, holy shit, I’m actually doing this. 

For those of you who don’t know already, I’m taking part in the Winnebago Workshop, a free art and storytelling workshop for teens based out of Saint Paul and run by photographer Alec Soth. (I’ll leave it to the Kickstarter Video to give you the details).
I wrote about our first couple of excursions for Rookie Mag, and since then we took a pretty transformative four-day trip to Iowa which I unfortunately haven’t taken the time to write about yet. But today marks the beginning of our two-week road trip to New York City, so I feel compelled to begin keeping a good record of what I’m up to in order to share with my family, friends, and anyone else who’s curious about my travels.

Everyone arrived at Alec’s studio at 8 this morning and we hit the road not long after. We drove southeast through light rain and almost all of us slept on the RV, prompting Alec to put unflattering pictures of each and every one of our sleepy selves on his snapchat story (I sought revenge and did the same to him when he went for a nap later). 

We’ve started a tradition of making lunch stops at campgrounds and RV park restaurants–not ideal spots considering our high vegetarian count, but we make do–so we stopped at one outside of Madison today. It was the first of what I assume will be many baskets of sweet potato fries over the next couple weeks, which I say resignedly because I’d been on a bit of a health kick leading up to this trip and regret that I may not be able to maintain it. That said, I’m always a sucker for sweet potato fries.

We arrived in Milwaukee (our first of 4 stops leading up to NYC) around 4:30 and scoped out our Airbnb house. Let me tell you, we SCORED with this place. Not only is there a good amount of sleeping space for all 11 of us, it’s also near downtown, there’s netflix, a pool table, a huge backyard with hammocks and a hot tub. 

We ventured out to the studio of Colin Matthes, which was on the seventh floor of an old industrial building with a view of Lake Michigan, and he told us about what he does as an artist and how he dives into his projects (most notably his “Essential Knowledge” illustration series and a solar-powered mini demolition derby). I love getting to visit art studios–everything about them is photogenic, even their messes, and I dream of all the colorful junk and paint splotches that will cover the studio I anticipate having someday.

Map at Colin Matthes's studio

Ground floor of an industrial building

I immediately loved the industrial character of Milwaukee. It seems like you can find repurposed old warehouse buildings almost everywhere, not just in specific parts of town like in most places. They’re extra gorgeous when the sun is going down and it shines through their foggy windows and reflects on their bricks, like it did when we stepped out of the studio to do some wandering. 

First we found a group of guys doing motorbike tricks in a parking lot, and then when Galen, Chloe and I walked a few blocks away from the group we met a man named Tom whose favorite hobby was hunting for treasure with a metal detector. It was the perfect time of day for photos, too–the light, as I said before, was beautiful.
For dinner we grabbed Vietnamese takeout downtown, and extra-spicy curry noodles were a welcome change from the fried food I’d been having a lot of on our trips. 
While half of us went to the grocery store to get breakfast food, the other half of the kids hung out in the hot tub before bed.

I’m happy I got over the culture-shock mound back on the Iowa trip because now I’m eager to dive into all we have to do these next two weeks (hopefully we’ll be so occupied I won’t even miss my parents–I’ve never been away from my family for more than three days before so this could get interesting). But there’s a strong connection between this group now and I feel really good about the weeks to come and what I might create. 

Simply put, I’m really just excited as hell. 

Over and out, 
–Zophia

Check Out My Mixtape


So I did some quick recording on my phone this evening, and spontaneously decided to post a little EP thing to my soundcloud. It includes 3 original songs and one cover and I'd love for you guys to give it a listen and tell me what you think!
 

Reverie Corridor

  – Pictures taken for the best English class field trip/assignment known to man

Even though I live in Saint Paul, my family and I go to Minneapolis rarely. So when the Green Line was built, it felt like a link between me and another world, a way to get out on my own. 

In reality, I haven't taken the train to Minneapolis much. Yet it's still a source of wonderment for me, I dream about trips to another city and the adventure that a $1.75 train ticket can provide.

So, I chose to photograph University Avenue in the context of the following three words:
ephemeral, unexpected, escape.

Identity in High-Res: What Our Selfies Say About Ourselves


Note: this is VERY different from my usual content, it's an essay I wrote for school but I'm proud of it and thought I'd post it here for the fun of it. 
Google image result for "instagram selfie"
I can recall a couple of years ago seeing an old neighbor of mine, an IT employee at Macalester College, in his backyard with a camera and tripod. It was quite a sight: he had on a collared shirt, tie, and jacket right along with shorts and sandals. He went back and forth between the camera and the frame, fiddling with buttons, running into place and and attempting to properly execute several facial expressions without a mirror.
A short conversation gave a reasonable explanation for what initially appeared ridiculous: he was updating his picture for his LinkedIn profile, a photo that needed only be torso-up.
Almost everyone has turned a camera on themself at some point in this day and age. Selfies have become so commonplace that the social media giant Twitter even declared 2014 to be the “Year of the Selfie” after a group selfie tweeted by Ellen Degeneres became the most retweeted post of all time. We photograph ourselves in every situation imaginable, from traveling through outer space to grilling chicken in the bathroom, and it may strike us in the moment that we’re aiming to capture something- but do we ever think about what that something might be?
Thinking Like an Artist
Self-portraiture comes in many forms, some of which seem distant from the quick headshots we find on our Instagram feeds. But artists have been drawing and painting themselves for hundreds of years- think the famous self-portraits of Vincent Van Gogh or Albrecht Dürer. The digital photograph is simply the modern-day way to capture one’s portrait.

Think first about Dürer, a German renaissance painter who created many self-portraits throughout his life, the most famous of which is noted for appearing Christ-like — and not mindlessly so. “From an early moment in his life, he was aware of himself as a genius, as an inspired creator,” says Jonathan Jones, an art critic and longtime writer for The Guardian. “One interpretation of his Christ-like self-portrait is that it champions the artist as demiurge, possessing divine power to create worlds.” Dürer had an objective, and in order to accomplish that objective he used composition elements that were typically reserved for paintings of Jesus at the time, deliberately choosing to face forward and paint himself in gold.But despite seeming like the haphazard, plebian cousin of history’s great works of art,pictures we take of ourselves share a critical characteristic with all self-portraiture: their appeal is not simply that they capture moments in time, but that they portray carefully constructed versions of our ideal selves to the world.
These same kinds of things are at play in our photos. The LinkedIn neighbor, for example, had the aim of portraying himself as a polished professional for the purpose of his profile. In order to do so, he carefully picked and chose what was put in the frame and what was kept out, keeping the suit and tie and omitting the summer shorts.
One could argue that self-portrait photography occupies some of the space between the painted portrait and the selfie.
Self-portrait photography, though possessing a blurry definition, is generally accepted as a form of fine art photography where photos are often conceptual and aim to convey some sort of idea.
I consider myself a self-portrait photographer, having stumbled into the art around the age of 13 when I wanted to take portraits and was too impatient to find models. I’ve photographed myself frequently ever since, not to record my life, but to convey my ideas and emotions. In the process, I’ve come into contact with many like-minded people.
“Self portraits can tell so much about a person,” says Erin Blair, another young photographer. When describing her favorite self portrait, a black-and-white silhouette of her behind a wall of icicles, she points to elements that reveal an intimate detail about her personality and how she sees herself. “In this one I am closed off and separated, and it looks like I’m pushing the viewer away, which I do a lot. I push everyone away,” she says. Though this may not necessarily be a positive aspect of herself, it’s something that she shares effectively with the viewer through the intensity of the black and white and through her position, holding an icicle like a bar up to the camera.

In fact, when asked why their favorite self-portrait was their favorite, all the respondents pointed to details that doctored their appearances to emphasize specific aspects of themselves. Angles matter. Lighting matters. Clothing, background, filters, colors, all of these details play a part in how we are portrayed.Likewise, Shelby Lynn likes the ability of self-portraits to convey specific ideas about herself. “I like this because I feel like I look smart and beautiful in this photo and that’s how I want others to see me too,” she says of a picture of her wearing wire glasses and looking pensively into the distance.
And when we whip out our smartphones to take a quick few selfies for whatever the reason may be, we’re bound to factor at least some of them in. Think about it: if you’re a regular selfie-taker, you might have a favorite angle or room or filter, ones that make you look your best. You might post selfies to show off your new shirt or hair color or significant other, to show the world what you’ve got.
Even self-portraits made to be authentic and realistic make a statement. A self-portrait of a woman without makeup, for example, is often a display of self-confidence or an open rejection of social norms, especially if posted online.
The selfie has a purpose and a power beyond the vanity we offhandedly assign to it: it shows us to the world in the way that we want to be seen. Jonathan Jones claimed that Dürer intended his self-portrait to suggest that the artist possessed “divine power to create worlds,” And with the advent of smartphones, we have all become the artist. We all possess that power.
So, grab your tool of choice, whether it’s a smartphone, a camera, maybe a tripod or a selfie stick. Turn it to face you. Choose a backdrop, pay some mind to the intricacies. Where are you? What are you wearing? Who is with you? Why?
Look up, look down, glare straight into the lens, smile, pout, or stare….how do you want the world to see you?

The Pros and Cons of Breaking Your Foot


Well, I guess this is an interesting idea for a blog post. Doesn't happen every day.


On Tuesday November 3, 2015, I wore a killer outfit, which included an adorable striped turtleneck I got from a friend and tailored myself to fit me, my green circle skirt, a denim jacket and some killer chunky 70s heels.
(it was this outfit plus a jean jacket and red crew socks)

As I was walking down the stairs between French and history class, listening to The 1975 on broken earbuds, my foot caught on something and before I knew it, I was on the ground.
Everything above my ankles was ok, save some scratches and bruising on my right leg. My backpack broke my fall as I fell onto my back and slid  down half a flight of concrete stairs, my ankles both inverting and bearing most of my weight.



Mind you, I was in heels.



My ankles inverted. In heels. As my entire body weight fell onto them. While I slid down stairs.



I was about to get up and walk to history class but realized that I was still in pain in both ankles and a bump had swelled up quickly on my left foot. So what I initially thought was a routine little spill (seriously, I'm no stranger to falling down the stairs at school) turned into an ordeal of the assistant principal walking me to the nurse's office (I managed to walk up the stairs and down the hall just fine) before getting told I'd have to go home because of the swelling. Though aside from some wincing, I didn't really do any crying about the pain.


Around then it occurred to me that if this was anything more serious than a minor sprain, I would no longer be in the school musical. It didn't seem like a break at the time, though, and I tried not to worry about it.



My mom had to come pick me up. It was her birthday. Happy birthday, mom!



She went out to birthday lunch while I sat at home in bed for a couple hours with ice on my ankles, having to hop on one foot to get whatever I needed. Then went into the doctor's office where I got some x-rays done.



Oh, the doctor sucked. He was a cranky old guy who asked in a very judgmental, condescending tone, "why were you wearing heels at school?"

Why? Because I looked fucking killer in them. You should've seen my outfit.


Anyway, he looked at the x-rays and I learned that I have a fifth metatarsal base avulsion fracture. The ligament pulled so hard on the bone when my ankle inverted that the bone cracked. Fun, right? I started crying when I saw the crack.


(did I vscocam my x-ray? no! never! of course not!)

No musical for me! In fact, I might need surgery! And I'm in a boot and on crutches for six weeks or something.
Also, if the tendon gets pulled too hard again, it could detach from the bone and fly up my leg. This is sort of an exaggeration, but it's also sort of not, and it's also terrifying, so there is no way I am taking that foot out of its boot unless I absolutely need to. I even have a system for changing my underwear that doesn't involve taking my leggings all the way off.

And both of my ankles are sprained. Fortunately, I'm cleared to walk on the right one and it doesn't hurt to, I'm just supposed to wrap it and ice it.



I went to an orthopedic clinic to get a few more x-rays and my boot and crutches, (again, happy birthday mom!) and was sent happily on my way, just in time to go to evening choir rehearsal.



Cause you know what, for what this is, I'm not doing too bad.



If you've been reading my blog for a long time you'll remember I got laryngitis the day of my musical audition last year and what a blow that was. What are the odds of something like this messing it up again, you know? Of course I feel bad about not being able to do the musical now, especially after having done weeks of rehearsals. Of course I feel bad about lots of other things. But I'm not in excruciating pain (I'm just on tylenol), and there's been an outpouring of love from tons of people I know and it's overwhelmingly sweet. I know I'll cry again. But for now, I'm more than alright. 


Cons:
  • I mean, my bone is fractured
  • no musical
  • I am exhausted
  • I have to sleep with a large hunk of plastic and foam around my lower leg and foot
  • general decrease in mobility
  • no ice skating with choir
  • boot during Christmas caroling
  • no self-portraits and less photography
  • who knows how this will affect ballet?!
  • everyone will get sick of me being dependent on them pretty soon
  • my sister is being borderline evil to me
  • I will be on crutches at my cousin's wedding next weekend
  • have to wear leggings pretty much all the time

Pros:
  • this delayed my calculus test
  • Yes, I like attention, and this offers no shortage of it (for now)
  • fun plans in order for Christmas choir performance boot decoration
  • boyfriend is stepping it up
  • I have to keep my floor clear so my crutches don't trip which means super-clean room!
  • no rehearsal means more free time for homework/art/sleeping
  • I'm considering focusing on drawing & painting right now since photography is difficult
  • my arms will get nicely toned from crutch usage
  • excuse to wear leggings all the time

High School Dream


This is something very different from me.

      I've been thinking a lot recently about being more intentional with what I create, especially when it comes to my photographs. I want my work to revolve more around an ideas and concepts and plans than simply being spontaneous; I feel I've reached a point where my spontaneity just produces the same result every time, with little variation or improvement. I want my pictures to be worth more than that.
       The first photos I've taken in this mindset were something out of my comfort zone. I brought my camera to the homecoming football game with the idea of capturing part of a quintessential experience as a high schooler from my point of view, and my feelings for the project continued to become stronger as the overwhelming night wore on.
        Initially, I wanted to leave. I was cold and tired. This was my third high school football game (I only go to the homecoming games and this is my third year of high school), but my first where everyone in my circles was hammered out of their mind. I'm not a drinker, and while I leave the decision up to other people as to whether they want to do it themselves, being around hordes of intoxicated people makes me uncomfortable. I can never tell exactly what's going on or whether they're serious or not. It's overwhelming, and I'm just not used to it. But I stayed, for god knows what reason, and it was a rollercoaster.
        I had a strange experience in the bathroom. I had a short conversation with a group of drunk, popular (so to speak) girls who were comforting a crying friend. As the group left, one of the girls, who I'd barely spoken to before, stayed behind and started talking to me as she stood in the doorway of the cement bathroom. 
         She told me that she'd otherwise never tell me this, but wanted to say then that I should be proud of myself, proud of myself for my photography and for my instagram. Not even because of how many followers I have, because followers don't really matter in the end, she said, but because I just put myself out there and do what I want to. And despite the fact she was probably drunk off her ass, that was a strange, profound moment for me that elicited some tears in my eyes. It felt like the kind of thing that happens in books, like some weird metaphor. (ok, sue me for being cliché/cheesy/whatever). 
        I found people I could be with, some friends I really felt like myself around, and I'm so happy to have spent the evening with them. But boyfriend issues also managed to cast a shadow over the whole night and render me ill-tempered and worn down. I took to using photography as a release, and finished my objective of chronicling this overwhelming high school dream.

(Everything is alright now, and I'm elated I figured out how to do double exposures on my d7000!)