By now, you’ve read the beginnings of this semester’s Last Call chains here and here. This year, BlogDailyHerald is adding another chain to the mix (or more than 2 chainz, if you will), featuring seniors from the RISD Class of 2015. Presenting RISD Last Call: making art school a little less confidential, one senior at a time.
Then + Now
People might know me as… The boy who loves and knows way too much about the Kennedy/Onassis family… (and is an owner of 11+ books on the subject…)
In my time at RISD, I am most proud of… The life-long friendships and experiences I have gained. I will miss being surrounded by such driven, ambitious, and talented peers.
On a Friday night, you might find yourself… In the studio or with friends. A bottle of red wine usually makes its way in there.
The best class/professor at RISD is… Image Bank taught by Lisa Young. She’s incredible.
Three things you wish you knew freshman year… The weather sucks for most of the academic year, being challenged is a good thing, and it’s okay to relax.
The Met vs. Portfolio… The Met.
One thing you wish you had done… Taken more classes at Brown.
Who or what are the major influences in your work? I am constantly inspired by nostalgia and history. I also look at street style for ideas. I love seeing the way people carry themselves with how they dress. Old photographs also influence my color palettes. I enjoy mixing modern styling with nostalgic, timeless pieces.
As the semester progresses at the speed of light, the senior class is beginning to make peace with that fateful day in May: Commencement. Until the Class of 2015 leaves us, BlogDH wants to highlight all the interesting things they’ve been up to. To this end, we’re (re)starting the series Last Call, which features seniors reflecting on their experiences at Brown. Each featured senior will tag another senior for the next installment. Find the other chain of Last Call here.
Then + Now
People might know me as… Depends on where you find me.
In my time at Brown, I am most proud of… Not leaving the football team after I had to stop playing. I felt a strong urge to [quit], because I felt angry for my circumstances. But I always remember that I was in the 50th percentile in my high school and had mediocre test scores and would not be blessed to be here without them allowing me the opportunity. I’m grateful for the program and for the sport.
Also, athletes are people too and we enrich this school. I wish some folks at the BDH Opinions page would realize that. We can read, you know. We’re humans who sacrifice for the school’s name and promote the university. And sports create jobs, too.
On Friday night, you might find yourself…
Don’t ask questions you don’t need the answers to. Besides, I’m only doing this interview so I won’t get fined
Three things you wish you knew freshman year…
- I wish I knew Day 1 that President Ruth Simmons was going to step down.
- What Brown Charge is.
- The definition of heteronormative.
You may or may not know this, but Sims 3 (and a host of expansion packs) is available for download online for $25–a small price to pay to relive the glory days of your youth. The nostalgia alone from the fact that the game takes two hours to load, once opened, is enough to reduce me to tears every time. Nothing makes a late-90s, early-2000s kid happier than drowning their virtual likeness in their massive pool, and trying to make the Grim Reaper take their unwanted love child instead. But playing The Sims does have its downsides. No matter how similar you make you and your Sim, you will never be able to type “rosebud;:;:” in the upper-left-hand corner of your life and get millions of dollars to buy thousands of genie lamps. Here are the top 5 reasons your Sim’s life is better than yours:
Ever wished that instead of a waitress making minimum wage and living for tips, you could be a world famous chef worth millions? According to The Sims, all you have to do is read a cookbook, and wait for your boss to call with your next promotion. Wish that instead of a test subject for other people’s experiments, you could be a top scientist working on curing the latest global epidemic? Easy, play chess with your neighbors one afternoon! You’ll be amazed at how the logic acquired from your game translates directly to your job saving lives with science.
Think $250 a day is too much to pay for a maid? So does your Sim. Luckily, they have an adoption process that requires no paperwork or vetting whatsoever. There are no child education requirements in The Sims world and DCFS basically only shows up if you starve the kid. So why not use your child as your personal housekeeper? No reason. Children can take out the trash, clean up the leftovers from when your Sim “served breakfast,” and even recycle the newspapers that have accumulated on your lawn because the paper boy just can’t take a hint.
My first experience with the common affliction of ‘former room nostalgia’ came in the fall of my freshman year, when I was awakened late at night by the sound of a girl I didn’t know knocking loudly and persistently on my door. When I kindly asked her what she thought she was doing in disturbing my sleep at three in the morning, a feverish light filled her eyes. “I used to live here,” she exclaimed excitedly. “Okay,” I replied, closing the door in her face and going back to sleep.
It was a strange experience that I didn’t quite understand at the time, but since then I have come to experience my own fair share of yearning for my first-year dorm room, which recently culminated in a visit to the place to relive old memories and see how it had changed in my absence. I wonder now whether I did that poor sophomore girl a favor by turning her away that night, because my visit turned out to be an uncomfortable, awkward, and truly depressing experience.
Thus, in an attempt to make others’ potential trips to their old living spaces just as fulfilling as mine was, I have compiled a handy guide of tips for when it’s late at night, you’re drinking in your room, and you want to go be drunk in the room where you used to do most of your drinking. Check it out after the jump. Continue Reading
I love Avatar. No, not blue Dance with Wolves. I mean the one with the little bald kid and the magic martial arts and the all-around baddassery. Fine, yes, the kids show. But you know what? I’m okay with that. While my friends are discussing the finer points of Breaking Bad or Game of Thrones, I will unabashedly fanboy all over the finer points of Zuko’s story line and debate you about the superior bending forms.
But I’m not alone. Nostalgia is the Millenial battle-cry. Comic books are made cool by the big screen, I have literally spent nights playing Pokemon with my suitmates, and I can walk into any frat and throwdown for Super Smash Brothers (Zero-Suit Samus, whaddup?).
So to help you navigate the various ways to release your inner child, we at BlogDH have scientifically measured and analyzed the various forms of nostalgia.