However, I’ve decided to try something different.

Here is my Knitwear collection. It’s quite different from my usual stuff. I’m usually minimalistic. I actually like how the colors and textures come together. I think it’s a fun collection. I have a few problems with the drawings since they were done in a rush and don’t look that good. But as long as the person looking at them can get the idea, it’s fine. Making the samples were much more time consuming hence hasty croquis. The collection was inspired by Scotch Whisky and Scotland. These versions are just colored and lack shadows and highlights. The reason for that is that I was on the verge of going crazy when I lost 5 hours of work on photoshop and gave up. The next day I just colored them and turned them in due to it being the day of the deadline.

I’m taking a make up class. Not a “ok now this is how you put on mascara for the club” class but a class for students in the mpt department. So it’s basically make up for the movies.

The class has been exiting and fun and hopefully you’ll get a how to/look what I can do/aren’t I awesome post soon.

Last class we learned how to lay a beard on someone. It takes annoyingly long and the process is a pain in the ass. But as usual everyone had to lay beards on their partners. I gave my partner a macho man mustache and he gave me an amish beard.

So the amish beard made me look like a crossover between a metalhead and jesus.

Here is a classmate’s after shot.

I have to tell you. I love beards (well on men). I think beards are hot and awesome. I also thought Salma Hayek looked hot as the bearded lady in Cirque De Freak. But again, that’s just me.

Every class we joke about leaving the class with our current make ups and then never follow through and clean up and leave. The beard just sparked something in me. I just wanted to see how people would react to a girl with a looong beard.

So I left class like that. And here is the picture, Eren has advised me against putting it online :) but I decided not to listen. Can’t hurt to put a few smiles on a few faces. Oh, and I have really long hair so it’s like they’ve merged into one. I kinda look like cousin it.

The walk out of school was fine. These are art students who live in San Francisco, a beard on a girl has no shock value. Even with out the art students. This is San Francisco. I’ve been to Castro st on halloween and I’ve been to the Folsom street fair. I’ve seen naked men and bondage mistresses on the street. How bad could the response be.

The first thing I’ve noticed was that I could NOT get a cab. A cab stopped and when the dude saw me he raised his hand and told me to stop. He then continued to stare at me. People in cars were slowing down to look. I felt naked. Like something was wrong with me. Keep in mind that there are women who are born with disorders that make them develop long beards, they are basically bearded ladies, and we know them as sideshow/circus freaks.

A friend of mine stopped a cab for me and I got in. The driver had obviously not seen me before we stopped (he later admitted that he hadn’t). The first thing I told him was that the beard was fake. This was probably me trying to compensate the fact that I could be anything but outside the social norms of beauty.

We got to talking with the driver and had a nice conversation all the way home. I got out and saw the owner of the downstairs market, i told him I was taking a make up class for films and had to get a fake beard.

I won’t tie this to any psychological or sociological conclusion. All I can say is, I chickened out. I am not an “edgy” person. The only thing that shocked me was that I could some how make San Franciscan uneasy.

Also, here something to make you forget that I haven’t been updating the blog lately.

This is what my Design teacher makes me feel like this:

I’ll be back soon. Take care.

Here is something awesome until next time.

I moved to San Francisco about 8 months ago. I started attending AAU. My first semester was great and I got really good grades. I felt like this was my last chance at a career and I was doing something that I wanted and loved, which was a great luxury in Turkey. So this semester I got two online classes. One is Fashion Illustration 2. The teacher is a complete bitch. She had it in for me since the class started. Well, this might be because I am an opinionated obnoxious bitch who said something like “nobody should blindly follow books, they should follow the truth” in the welcome questionnaire they gave us. Still that doesn’t give her the right to be a complete ignorant idiot. I sent her a note saying I was sick (which I am, horrible chronic sinus infection) and I would give her my doctors note after I pick it up from the doctor’s office. So what was the answer -she told me that I should drop the class because I wouldn’t be able to pass it without a doctor’s note. Again did I tell you she was an idiot and apparently illiterate. She keeps doing this, misreading my messages and giving me idiot answers.

Anyways, I love how her bio reads that she is an f*ing amazing illustrator and is very very accomplished. Dude.. Seriously, If you are so awesome why the hell are you teaching at AAU for less than $18K a year.