tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29067305635122527542024-03-19T02:18:30.613-07:007100 IslandsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2906730563512252754.post-84735472085556172582012-02-02T17:26:00.000-08:002012-02-02T17:27:56.556-08:00Today's Inspiring Quote<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="font-size: large;">"I </span><span style="font-size: large;">create my print designs, motifs and patterns by hand: I sketch and
draw in my custom-made sketch books or on plain copy paper. I cut out
shapes and motifs out of black construction paper. I do this for a
while, and I might find something I want to develop further. Then I will
play with scale and layout by using my copy machine. Then I am back to
cutting and pasting again."</span></blockquote>
- from Lotta Anderson's <a href="http://www.designsponge.com/2012/02/whats-in-your-toolbox-lotta-anderson.html#more-127699" target="_blank">interview in Design Sponge</a>.<br />
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She made me think of Matisse, and at the same time of childhood afternoons cutting paper flowers with my sisters. When I imagine that most designers are doing their thing on computers, the woman behind Lotta Jansdotter comes along making me realize that it might actually be much more old-school handmade and romantic. Love that.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2906730563512252754.post-91253869834663122172012-01-31T16:48:00.000-08:002012-01-31T17:23:36.071-08:00Pictures from on the road<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose
sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are
constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things –
air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the
eternal or what we imagine of it.”<br />
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It was an Italian writer named Cesare Pavese who said that, and wasn't he right! That is exactly what I love and at the same time hate about travel, that scary-happy feeling of not quite knowing what will happen next. Who will I meet, what will I find, where will I even sleep tonight.<br />
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These photos of rice fields as far as the eye can see were taken through a bus window, on the way from Manila to Zambales, the last time I was in the Philippines.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2906730563512252754.post-71354177513162069122012-01-30T07:32:00.000-08:002012-01-30T08:04:03.405-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And I'll say it again: Hello!<br />
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I'm Apol Lejano-Massebieau, and I used to make sweet fabric sculptures, <a href="http://www.etsy.com/transaction/36851369" target="_blank">apples</a>, <a href="http://www.etsy.com/transaction/13996675">pears</a>, and <a href="http://www.etsy.com/transaction/22320410">little birds</a> under my label <a href="http://www.lapommehome.com/" target="_blank">La Pomme</a>. Now I am shifting to functional objects, creating bags and jewelry from material hand-crafted using traditional techniques by tribes and communities in the Philippines.<br />
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Why the Philippines? I now call France home, but I was born in one of those 7,107 islands. My new line is called <a href="http://www.7100islands.bigcartel.com/" target="_blank">7100 Islands</a>. ( Rounded off, let's forget the 7 islands that disappear in high tide :D.) <br />
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Not many know it, but there is a strong tradition of weaving in the Philippines. Cloth with names such as <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7a/T%27nalak_Festival_T%27boli.jpg" target="_blank">T'nalak</a>, ramit, and hinabol, made by the T'boli tribe, the Mangyans, and the Higaonon. Each meter is meticulously created by one person, on one loom; and before that came the work of preparing the fibers for weaving. T'nalak is made from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abac%C3%A1" target="_blank">abaca</a>, hinabol from hemp. Ramit is made from recycled cotton, mostly leftover cuttings from jeans companies. The end result are a few precious meters of beautifully vibrant colors and a texture that is very tactile.<br />
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I have been fascinated for the longest time with the rich culture of handmade in the islands, and had always wanted to work using material from there. So now I make the jump.<br />
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