The Consistent Variable Project Workbook page 7 by risa
Yes, though there has been confusion, this is indeed page seven, as the colourful illustration indicates. Sorry guys. Folks for those of you who didn’t know or notice, I screwed up my title-ing of the pages on the very second day of posting the CVP workbook online. I counted the cover as page one. Anyway, you head out of town and ask Neil and Christian to do something, even if it is slightly sabotaged by a reckless disregard for numeric order, and they get it done, as evidenced by the posting of “the next page” and “another page“. More relevant to the project at hand is this: Steevee makes a reappearance here, as you’ll notice, suggesting possible ninja-related ways in which he may have injured his ankle…
I made Kicking Steevee out of the drawing I’d already done of Steevee by making legs and positionning them together, and this idea, which struck me and Diane as hilarious when we came up with it, was inspired by Emily’s perfect and foreboding haiku, which was inspired by this CVP menswear.
it’s after midnight, and so technically late for the “one post a day” scheme, but this weekend was my friend’s wedding so I’m entitled to be a bit slow. Emily, the haiku maven of this workbook, was email introduced to me by the bride, who is the founder and editor in chief of Worn Journal. Emily was in Chicago, sending her best. Clayton, the gentleman from the front and center of the cover of the workbook, was at this wedding, and we danced and karaoke’d the night away. He rocked a little disco in his snug houndstooth suit, and the bride wore a pale purple gown he’d whipped up, and the rest of us in the bridal party wore vintage red. The groomsmen wore red converse, and so did the little ring bearer boys. The couple got married in the Bloor cinema, where the bride and I used to go watch Audrey Hepburn movies. We’d wail up to Bloor from Dundas, she in her vintage orange rollerskates and I on my borrowed long board (thanks Luke), long hippy sweater trailing in the wind. In my fifties red-pouf with-crinoline cape and black velvet butterflies I watched my friend’s declare their love, and then stuck my couage to the sticking place and did the appropriate thing: a pretty kick butt interpretation of Gangsters Paradise, if I do say so myself. yes, Coolio, I love that song.
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