Upon arriving at the UC, I made my usual way up the stairs and around the corridors. I saw students in the latest trends; chains, colored hair, Doc Martins. I was comforted by the splashes of red. and yellows that lined the hallways. It was interesting considering I had always taken their joyous hue for granted.

This piece is something I see every day and am very drawn to. During my visit I trued to study it more in depth and understand why I liked it so much. It has a political theme but that wasn’t why I was attracted to it. I think I liked it more because it was so sketchy. I am attracted to things that are very raw and that have the possibility of turning out imperfect.

This piece was something I did not notice on my first expedition around the UC. I don’t remember what it was called or even the context. However, like I said before, I become attracted to objects that have a beautifully raw quality. This picture evoked some sort of nostalgia within me.

I went on to explore the library as I had never really taken a good walk around. I found a lot of resources I never knew existed including magazines and books about the visual history of costume. I noticed that this was VERY different from any library I had been in and loved its eclectic and artistic quality. I also realized that I had access to SO much information it made my head spin. I made a note to take advantage of that.

Those were the three big things that really floored me about my visit back to the UC. Everything else seemed relatively mundane. However, I am beginning to see things in a more negative light which has changed since I have begun going to the school. At first I thought the UC was a wondrous place full of things I had yet to discover. Now it just seems like something that haunts me.

Initially, the school wasn’t something that necessarily related to my poem. The art that I saw and the physical architecture of the building had nothing to do with anything I wanted to write about. I was inspired by things I necessarily didn’t always get to see in passing, however, I wasn’t floored by what I saw due to the fact that school has always had such a negative connotation to me. As I started writing, however, I realized that what I was saying directly correlated to my experience as a Parsons student. I started to understand that the things I had been seeing, in my perspective, were part of a world that was fabricated to look beautiful and glamorous. I recognized that every day I walked those halls and felt an ache in my body that I could only identify as a feeling of not belonging. At that point I wasn’t sad, I was pissed. I didn’t understand why looking like you “had it all” was now a personality trait. I hated being in a world I didn’t relate to. It was if I had been transported to come alien community where I was forced to walk in isolation. My poem sprung from intense emotion about the things that angered me about the school not the ones that inspired me, but I understand that that’s okay because I was able to make art.

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The researcher studied concert photography

because he wanted to understand if concert photographers could make money

in order to help readers understand the bigger and more important question which is: can you make money doing what you love?

Updated research question: How do concert/tour photographers create a perception of an artist through media?

Pictured: The Werra 1 with accessories

Pictured: Images taken with a Werra 1 camera

Pictured: Film being loaded into the camera

Pictured: A woman using a Werra 1

Pictured: An exterior view drawing of the original Zeiss factory in Jena, Germany

Write up:

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In this still Carol is drinking milk, her go to beverage. What is notable about this scene is that she is looking directly at the camera which is something not done in film usually. However, this connection she has with the viewer somehow shows that the milk and her strange illness correlate, and that by making eye contact with the camera she is looking for help.

Another strange interaction Carol has is with the car. Whilst driving she encounters a truck that emits smoke which she proceeds to choke on. The scene is shot in a way where both the score and the visual represent some sort of negative connotation. Carol swerves the car back and forth in an uncontrollable manner, signally that something uncontrollable may be going on inside her.

Carol also has issues with her couch. When it is first delivered to her home the couch is black, the wrong color she ordered. She says it does not match anything in her house despite the fact that the company said she originally ordered black. In the time she has the black couch, however, Carol takes comfort in sitting on the couch many times. This may signal that although Carol does not want to believe it, she is depressed. Depression doesn’t happen in her “perfect” world, therefore Carol orders a more lively teal-colored couch to replace the black one.

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My letter is focused around Miranda’s necklace. The necklace is gold and in the shape of angel wing to symbolize the loss of her best friend, Andrea, at the age of 6. I wanted to make a collage that reflected my perception of Andrea. I collaged two pictures of girls around our age now to show what Andrea may of looked like had she been alive today. The gold chain reminds me not only of the necklace’s chain but also of some sort of ethereal and angelic figure, specifically a Madonna. In renaissance art a Madonna is usually surrounded by gold to show her divinity which is what I was trying to capture as well. The giant angel wing in the center of the frame is composed of word fragments form Henry David Thoreau’s “Friendship,” a poem that caught my attention and seemed to really capture the meaning of friendship. The model is also wearing a pink shirt and there are pink fragments behind her. Pink is a color that Miranda said reminds her of Andrea the most.

All of the following are pictures I found on Pinterest that inspired me. I do not own the rights to these photographs nor have I taken them:

I also listened to the song “Bury a Friend” by Billie Eilish when writing this. This is the album art for the song. I also did not take this photograph: