Compacting the Compact :: The Folding Wayfarer

Compacting the Compact, originally uploaded by termeern.

Just when your sunglasses couldn't get any smaller, they go and do a thing like this!

The Wayfarer was first designed in 1952, and since then have been a active ingredient in pop culture. In the 50s and 60s, celebrities such as John Lennon, Bob Dylan, John F. Kennedy, James Dean, Audrey Hepburn and Andy Warhol were constantly seen wearing the classic Wayfarer frame.

The Wayfarer has been played an active role in fashion since the 50s and still is very prominent in the fashion world. Marc Jacobs, Valentino, Gucci, Chanel, and many other designers are yet to find their "classic" frame, while Ray Ban tries to keep their "classic" up to date. Sunglasses have always been compact, and easy to slip into a pocket, but never quite this easy.

I have always been a fan of the Wayfarer, but for only $50 more, I had to have the Folding Wayfarer. I wanted them because, even though you can't see the crease where they fold, they are fun to take off and say, "look what these can do". They fold up to no thicker than normal glasses, and they are half the size. Sunglasses have never gotten in my way when they aren't on my face, but I felt that I needed the smallest ones possible. All this to say, I love my new glasses. Classic, but so unique. I am working on being the "vintage guy", and this is one step closer.

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A Personal Experience

The other day, I went to my aunt Karen’s house. My aunt Karen has to be the sweetest lady in the world. She is so kind and so generous in every way. She is a great woman and always loving. Anyways, over the past few years, we have bonded through art and décor. Four years ago she purchased a house up the street from us and now, after all the hard work and fun, I believe that her house is finally where she wants it to be.

 

Every wall holds a picture that has a wonderful story behind it. Every picture is so personal to her and it has a place in her heart and now in her house. This house has been in the making for the past four years, collecting artwork, sculptures, and all sorts of décor to fit her personality as well as her home’s.

 

Thinking architecturally and in the art perspective, it makes me think of the reality that every wall, every aspect of a building is personal, and in an experience. There should be a story and reason for every execution. The personal experience that Aunt Karen makes in her house hold in one that makes the environment feel like home and you can sense the pride that she feels in her home. Every part of architecture should have personal, emotion, and meaningful reasoning. 

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The Difference In Experiences

The truth is: I don't know how my brother survived for 4 years in this environment. Seen in both the images above, the Boston skyline and the Allegheny skyline(click to enlarge. recommended). The view from my brother's porch is much different from what I am used to. It's quite incredible to think about how different our college experiences are. My experience of living and going to school in Boston compared to his experience of living in St. Bonaventure, New York (about an hour and ½ south of Buffalo). My brother was telling me about some of the things that he was used to and we were doing some comparisons, and they were so much different it isn't even funny. He told me that he had never pulled an all-nighter, where I average 7 a semester. His idea of shopping was Wal-Mart, while I have Marc Jacobs, Burberry and Louis Vuitton within walking distance. He worked on campus making phone calls, and I work at Starbucks on one of the busiest streets in Boston. He walks into Bonnie basketball games for free while I wait in line to purchase tickets to a Red Sox game. So many differences in preferences, but we are from the same blood. He loved it. I don't doubt that at all 

 

He said that he enjoyed the "Bona Bubble", as they called it. "They stick a group of students in the middle of nowhere, and make them get along" as described by my brother. It makes sense to me, but it seems a little masochistic to me. I don’t know why some would put themselves through the clickiness of a small school like that in the middle of nowhere.

 

As I attended his graduation, he got emotional thinking of his last times walking the pathways, and streets of his former home. That was his home for four years. Four years of his life was spent walking the same streets, through snow and sun. Those streets were his streets. Although it was in the middle of nowhere, New York, he loved it. It makes me think if I will feel that way. Did the solitude bring Unity to the campus? Did that bring Pride? Will I have Pride? 

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This Is Organized

This Is Organized
Originally uploaded by termeern

I honestly can't live without sticky notes. I am the guy who's closet is color coded according to the rainbow. i am the guy who makes his bed every morning. My jeans are in descending order according to the shade. My life is kinda a mess when it comes to order, if that makes a lick of sense.

This Ruined My Summer

This Ruined My Summer
Originally uploaded by termeern

Freaking stubbed my toe. Toenail bent at a 90 degree angle. ER for 5 hours. Bent the toenail back down to protect the nail bed. Proscribed me 800MG ibuprofen and vicodin. This sucks.

I can't surf... skate... play frisbee... swim... work at starbucks... hug... All I can do, is blog, take pictures and play guitar... maybe read.

This is going to be an interesting summer...