For Lovin' Art

So. Apropos of nothing at all (my favorite approach, it seems): I come from a fashion background. I started my barely-adult life making clothing that was selling pretty well in a city by the Bay eons and eons ago. Switched because I was having a hard time imagining my nights being relegated forever to sticking my fingers with pins. One deals with lots and lots of pins in fashion. Silly me.

I think it still shows. Color moves me: this blog, for example, is a compilation of my favorite clothing colors (for me, that is) … and the lipstick. In fact, this entire design was based on a desire to design a website that was entirely Vogue magazine-like.

Art is everywhere we go: incredible architecture; interior design; lighting; typography; photography. (Despite what you may have heard — it's important not to confuse bias with truth — there is plenty of art in Los Angeles. Even on that most hideous of L.A. experiences, the 405 Freeway: for what are all those automobiles but engineering design?)

So today, I am a web designer. And a marketer, another thing I can't quite get out of my blood, and rather a strange combination until you realize that art is a communication from the artist, and part of marketing is to communicate. And so, having done every other thing under the sun, I realize how much art still pulls me. To wit:

Himself (who really does exist) and I are driving down Wilshire Boulevard in Beverly Hills on our way to Robertson (or Interior Designer Row, as I call it) to buy a new bed (a different, and very expensive, story) when I see we're coming to Rodeo Drive:

:: "SLOW DOWN!"

:: "Why? What's happening?"

:: "You have to realize that this is one of the fashion capitols of the WORLD."

Well. There it is. And, city girl that I am, I see how beautiful these L.A. areas are, and vow one day to return with my camera.

All I have to do is get out of this chair. Like, away from the Web. <grin>