Glaze ‘Capturing beauty, in its rawest form’ A Lifestyle Publication by Rachael Moore
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Glaze Still Life
Glaze is a lifestyle publication inspired by classic motorcycles, beach coming and the Isle of Skye. It will capture the essence of a moment in time with photography and the written word.
Targeted Reader Profile Rachael Moore
Age and Gender? Male or Female ages 19-35 approx. Geographical location? Europe, in particular the UK. Existing publications they enjoy? Independent Zines and lifestyle/design publications such as... Hole & Corner, Cereal, Boat, Wallpaper. Type of occupation (or specific occupation)? Students, creative industries, crafts and hands on jobs workers in all areas who are interested in visuals and aesthetics, Parents and young professionals. Free time activities? Exploring the area they are in, watching films and seeing musical acts, travelling, recording their experiences, writing and blogging, reading, going for drives, crafts, cooking, outdoor activities, long weekends away, charity and vintage shopping, walking in treasured places close to home, collecting, browsing markets, spending time on their home and surroundings like their garden, appreciating the beauty in everything they see. Places they frequent? University/Workplace, local suppliers of fruit and veg, galleries, Photographic exhibitions, cafés, bars and restaurants, cultural hubs and Cities, independent retailers and events. Morals and Values? Health conscious, curious, thoughtful, organised, creative, imaginative, aware of their position in Society and the impact they have on the world and people around them, easy going and accepting of others.
Peer Feedback “Love ‘Glaze’- health publication?” “Is it a health/fittness publication?” “Lifestyle Publication? Still images of things that are usually in motion?” “Lifestyle publication aimed at both genders aged 20+” “Really like the name ‘Glaze’, it has a nice sound to it and is almost seductive” “The name ‘Still Life’ is interesting... Could be juxtaposed with a moving image, aimed at 25-35 years?” “Documentary photography, ‘Still Life’ is quite masculine” “Customer profile fits exactly to the covers, even the images all work well together, you can defiantly tell the target market and consumer age”
Bryan Schutmaat
Jenny Riffle
Glaze is a Lifestyle Publication, therefore I want it to represent reality and beauty in the every day. I feel these examples of documentary photographers are aesthetically similar to the look and feel of Glaze. I love the sense of time, colours and textures that they are able to capture without photographic editing.
Documentary Photography
Photographic Styling
‘Stack Magazines’ is a subscription service which has inspired me greatly over this semester, showing me in further detail the depths of small scale, independent publishing and giving me a different view point on writing and editorial layout, teaching me to experiment and hopefully find my own style.
Inspirational Publications from Stack Magazines
Initial Layout/Dimension ideas
This is the initial creative writing task i completed, a piece of writing describing the Garage in my house. It allowed me to get a feel of the room where motorcycles are stored, and allowed me to fins suitable thematic language around the topic which Glaze is going to cover.
I find these layouts inspirational because of the coordination found between imagery and text and how they support each other, there is a perfect balance- I aim to recreate this in Glaze, using just enough of both elements to communicate the desired message.
Layout & Typography
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Matte, textured stock for contents Smooth, matte stock for covers
Format/Dimension plan • •
19.5cm x 27 cm (similar dimensions to Riposte Magazine) 5-hole pamphlet stitched binding, hand stitched with beeswax coated thread.
Typography
Still Life
Glaze
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Ahellya
Fragment Core
Still Life
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Chapaza
Aver
Petrona
Format/Layout/Stock Ideas...
28/10/2014 Initial Still Life Shots
Contact Sheet from 3/10/2014 Classic Motorcycle Garage, Whitley Bay.
Hole & Corner celebrates craft, beauty, passion and skill. It’s about people who spend more time ‘doing’ than ‘talking’, who put content above style, whose work is their life. Through a bi-annual print magazine and a daily updated digital alternative, we aim to promote local trade and talented individuals, whether professional or amateur, exploring and celebrating the landscape that inspires them.
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‘Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself’. -William Blake
http://www.therealintellectuals.com/ Getting our hands dirty for artisan handmade supplies: t- shirts, sweaters and selected accessories. Inspiration is a long road. “The Real Intellectuals” was founded in 2012 in Athens, Greece as a creative means of staying creative and expressing our love for vintage motorcycles, design and handcrafts. A team of graphic designers seized their passion for design, exploring new paths of creativity. “The Real Intellectuals” brings street wear a step closer to their own mentality and worldview: style with a sophisticated twist for men and women. Everything is a hint for brainstorming, anything we experience reflects on our creativity. An adventurous bike road trip with your friends, the wind blowing to your face while riding, the gorgeous landscapes you can come across, an unexpected sleepover in nature, the exceptional designs of vintage and custom made motorcycles, the sound they make. Do you need a ride? The whole process is an ode to artisan craftsmanship: our atelier is our playground: first we design the illustrations and this is the most exciting part: sketching, drawing, printing, redesigning until we are completely satisfied. Then, using the amazing silk printing technique, we apply the illustration on each item separately. We apply a multi stages artisan task until water based colors form what we have in mind. All t-shirts and sweaters are made of fine cotton. Soft and airy, they are a fine, delicate wrap for the body. We also create accessories that supplement “TRI” looks: handkerchiefs, stickers for helmets or your bike, shopping bags and patches for a TRI effect on your own clothes: jackets, jeans, hoodies, anywhere you like. Our signature illustrations make these accessories unique. Lately, we get our hands on leather, creating useful accessories: wallet ropes and key holders is our new thing. This is the joy of creation: everything is possible. Getting our hands dirty and see what comes out of it is what we do. The collections are drawn in a pure style with authentic simplicity. Using the finest materials and trusting greek manufacturers may seem as a sustainable initiative or a corporate responsibility action. To “The Real Intellectuals”, it’s just the way things have to be. We love to get our hands dirty but not pollute environment or discomfort all those who wear “TRI” supplies. “The Real Intellectuals” collections are presented twice a year (fall and summer) even though, due to our passion for design, we add new items frequently. Visit our website and find out everything about the “TRI” universe, the process of creation and the e-store, where you can order our stuff. Hope you enjoy it like we do! The TRI team.
HOW TO BUILD A BIKE… When Bill Amberg was introduced to ‘motorcycle genius’ Tom Griffin, they set about a project to create a bike from the parts that Bill had amassed in various lock-ups. Here’s Bill’s inventory… • • • • • • • • •
500cc side valve 16H engine Oak-bark-tanned hand-stitched twist grips 1960s Triumph scrambler handlebars Norton ‘Dolls Head’ gearbox A cut-down Harley Davidson pan saddle with 5mm neoprene padding and hand-stitched oak-bark-tanned leather cover War Department 1939/1945 headlight 1937 Bentley ‘Brooklands Box’ exhaust 1937 girder front forks Late model concentric carburettor
www.holeandcornermagazine.com/features/bill-ambergs-motorcycle-inventory.html
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ME·TA (noun) [meh-tuh] 1. (in ancient Rome) a column or post, or a group of column or posts , placed at each end of a racetrack to mark the turning places 2. an abstract, high-level analysis or commentary (prefix) 1. indicating change, alteration or alternation META is a bi-annual print collection celebrating our shared passion for dirtbike culture through a collective offering from some of the most imaginative and accomplished minds in the industry. Each volume stands to deliver on the promise that we have poured our hearts and souls into producing an ornate publication that will delve into the core of motocross through unrivaled imagery, myriad adventures, evergreen content, culture-driven fashion, polished design, and stately quality that is being crafted as a centerpiece for bookshelves and coffee tables. Within the pages of META you will find featured athletes at the pinnacle of the sport, rising stars of tomorrow, legends, global destinations, prominent industry figures, inspiring artists, and a tasteful dose of stunning women who drive our fashion-based offerings.
A SHORT FILM COMING OCTOBER 31ST It doesn’t matter what it is, there is something inside all of us that ignites that spark in the soul. We have created these tools to access that greater sense of consciousness and something as simple as a motorcycle can allow us to reach a point of focus in which we are completely in tune with ourselves and our surroundings. These objects have a tendency of becoming something more, they become a part of us. They give us the power to overcome that fear of risk and uncertainty, enabling a better grasp on the reins of your own destiny.
"The concept is as simple as it is beautiful. A blank canvas chosen to fulfill a lifelong dream and create their vision and masterpiece within the pages of META. The collaboration of art and content is broad and original and allows the printed words and pictures to breathe like a freshly opened bottle of fine wine. The first impression of stark and purposeful contrast between black and white is only replaced when you feel the weight and quality of the stock. This bi-annual print collectable was meant to be enjoyed slowly, and many times over. In our digitally enhanced and socially driven media world, it was almost cathartic to touch and experience this read from cover to cover. I can assure you the eclectic content they paint their canvas with brilliantly transports you on a journey across the globe with a fitting sense of community when you’re done. Fortunately, the focus is character and life based and their storytelling serves that purpose well. META exponentially exceeded my expectations and I believe you will feel the same way after closing the back cover. I’m going to start on page one again right now." - David Izer
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Artists sourced from the blog ‘The Jealous Curator’
These sets of imagery share the realistic, documentary style which I will capture in ‘Glaze’. though real, there is something personal and romantic about these shots.
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Lookbook & Promotional Imagery from a film by www.nicethingspalomas.com
I discovered this Scottish artist, Morag Donkin, in a gallery in Rothebury. I love the watery style of the paint strokes and the vivid, natural colours of the documentary style scenes that are captured.
www.moragdonkin.co.uk
Smith Journal is a quarterly, Australia-based publication that takes unexpected, interesting, funny and sometimes complicated stories and tells them the way you would to a bunch of friends at the pub. The minds behind Smith wanted to create something they'd be happy to read themselves. That smart, creative people could peruse without shame, slap down on the coffee table, whack in their favourite old satchel or display proudly on the toilet reading rack. A mag that looked really good, but had substance, wit and inspiration. Smith isn't obsessed with the latest stuff or being first in line. While it does keep an eye on what's current, it's much more intrigued by things that stand the test of time. Smith isn't about being nostalgic. Admittedly, it does love plenty of things from the past but knows that nostalgia can be toxic, so it's constantly looking toward the future too. Smith isn't about creating a divide between makers and thinkers, because it understands that to build anything you need your hands as well as your mind. Smith isn't about being clever. It happily confesses to knowing nothing, but considers that a positive, because it means it's fascinated by everything.
www.smithjournal.com.au
I Sing the Body Electric BY WALT WHITMAN
after work, The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and 1 resistance, I sing the body electric, The upper-hold and under-hold, the hair rumpled over and The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, blinding the eyes; They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the masculine muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps, soul. The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the alert, Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal The natural, perfect, varied attitudes, the bent head, the curv’d themselves? neck and the counting; And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile Such-like I love—I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother’s the dead? breast with the little child, And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul? Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul? with the firemen, and pause, listen, count. 2 The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account, That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect.
3 I knew a man, a common farmer, the father of five sons, And in them the fathers of sons, and in them the fathers of sons.
This man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person, The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white of his hair and beard, the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes, the richness and breadth of his manners, These I used to go and visit him to see, he was wise also, He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old, his sons were massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced, handsome, They and his daughters loved him, all who saw him loved him, They did not love him by allowance, they loved him with personal love, He drank water only, the blood show’d like scarlet through the clear-brown skin of his face, He was a frequent gunner and fisher, he sail’d his boat himself, he had a fine one presented to him by a ship-joiner, he had fowlingThe sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and heads of pieces presented to him by men that loved him, women, the folds of their dress, their style as we pass in the street, When he went with his five sons and many grand-sons to the contour of their shape downwards, hunt or fish, you would pick him out as the most beautiful and The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims vigorous of the gang, through the transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up and You would wish long and long to be with him, you would wish rolls silently to and fro in the heave of the water, to sit by him in the boat that you and he might touch each other. The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats, the horseman in his saddle, 4 Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their performances, I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough, The group of laborers seated at noon-time with their open To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, dinner-kettles, and their wives waiting, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh The female soothing a child, the farmer’s daughter in the garden is enough, or cow-yard, To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so The young fellow hoeing corn, the sleigh-driver driving his six lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then? horses through the crowd, I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea. The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty, good-natured, native-born, out on the vacant lot at sun-down There is something in staying close to men and women and The expression of the face balks account, But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face, It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists, It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist and knees, dress does not hide him, The strong sweet quality he has strikes through the cotton and broadcloth, To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more, You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulderside.
looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well, All things please the soul, but these please the soul well. 5 This is the female form, A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot, It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction, I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor, all falls aside but myself and it, Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, and what was expected of heaven or fear’d of hell, are now consumed, Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response likewise ungovernable, Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands all diffused, mine too diffused, Ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb, love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching, Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious juice, Bridegroom night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn, Undulating into the willing and yielding day, Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh’d day. This the nucleus—after the child is born of woman, man is born of woman, This the bath of birth, this the merge of small and large, and the outlet again. Be not ashamed women, your privilege encloses the rest, and is the exit of the rest, You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul. The female contains all qualities and tempers them, She is in her place and moves with perfect balance, She is all things duly veil’d, she is both passive and active, She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters. As I see my soul reflected in Nature, As I see through a mist, One with inexpressible completeness, sanity, beauty, See the bent head and arms folded over the breast, the Female I see. 6 The male is not less the soul nor more, he too is in his place, He too is all qualities, he is action and power, The flush of the known universe is in him, Scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defiance become him
well, The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is utmost become him well, pride is for him, The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul, Knowledge becomes him, he likes it always, he brings every thing to the test of himself, Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail he strikes soundings at last only here, (Where else does he strike soundings except here?) The man’s body is sacred and the woman’s body is sacred, No matter who it is, it is sacred—is it the meanest one in the laborers’ gang? Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants just landed on the wharf? Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off, just as much as you, Each has his or her place in the procession. (All is a procession, The universe is a procession with measured and perfect motion.) Do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant? Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no right to a sight? Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and the soil is on the surface, and water runs and vegetation sprouts, For you only, and not for him and her? 7 A man’s body at auction, (For before the war I often go to the slave-mart and watch the sale,) I help the auctioneer, the sloven does not half know his business. Gentlemen look on this wonder, Whatever the bids of the bidders they cannot be high enough for it, For it the globe lay preparing quintillions of years without one animal or plant, For it the revolving cycles truly and steadily roll’d. In this head the all-baffling brain, In it and below it the makings of heroes. Examine these limbs, red, black, or white, they are cunning in tendon and nerve, They shall be stript that you may see them. Exquisite senses, life-lit eyes, pluck, volition,
Flakes of breast-muscle, pliant backbone and neck, flesh not flabby, good-sized arms and legs, And wonders within there yet.
Man’s, woman’s, child’s, youth’s, wife’s, husband’s, mother’s, father’s, young man’s, young woman’s poems, Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears, Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eyebrows, and the waking or Within there runs blood, sleeping of the lids, The same old blood! the same red-running blood! Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the mouth, jaws, and the jawThere swells and jets a heart, there all passions, desires, reachings, hinges, aspirations, Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition, (Do you think they are not there because they are not express’d in Cheeks, temples, forehead, chin, throat, back of the neck, neck-slue, parlors and lecture-rooms?) Strong shoulders, manly beard, scapula, hind-shoulders, and the ample side-round of the chest, This is not only one man, this the father of those who shall be Upper-arm, armpit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews, armfathers in their turns, bones, In him the start of populous states and rich republics, Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, forefinger, Of him countless immortal lives with countless embodiments and finger-joints, finger-nails, enjoyments. Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast-bone, breastside, How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his Ribs, belly, backbone, joints of the backbone, offspring through the centuries? Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and outward round, man(Who might you find you have come from yourself, if you could balls, man-root, trace back through the centuries?) Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above, Leg fibres, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg, under-leg, 8 Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel; A woman’s body at auction, All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your She too is not only herself, she is the teeming mother of mothers, body or of any one’s body, male or female, She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean, mothers. The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame, Sympathies, heart-valves, palate-valves, sexuality, maternity, Have you ever loved the body of a woman? Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes Have you ever loved the body of a man? from woman, Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all in all nations The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping, and times all over the earth? love-looks, love-perturbations and risings, The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud, If any thing is sacred the human body is sacred, Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming, And the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and untainted, tightening, And in man or woman a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is more The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the beautiful than the most beautiful face. eyes, The skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair, Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? or the The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the fool that corrupted her own live body? naked meat of the body, For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out, themselves. The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees, 9 The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the O my body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and marrow in the bones, women, nor the likes of the parts of you, The exquisite realization of health; I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul, soul, (and that they are the soul,) O I say now these are the soul! I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems, and that they are my poems,
These collages were produced by Glaze by a student at LCF when she was briefed about the themes that the publication would cover.
Commissioned Collages for Glaze by Sophie Heatherington (BA Fashion Communication at London College of Fashion)
Here are the final cut and stick collages I created to support the creative writing in Glaze. I enjoyed this method of creating and it is defiantly a media I will consider using again in the future.
Collages created by Rachael Moore
Theresa Easton , Creative Practitioner and Bookbinder theresa_easton@yahoo.co.uk www.designedandmade.co.uk
Kevin Day Ouseburn Open Studios, 29th November 2014.
Visiting the Ouseburn Open studios was a very inspirational experience, I talked to and discovered many different creative practitioners and artists who’s aesthetic/craft mirrored what Glaze aims to capture. I also found the idea of print making interesting and perhaps this is something I will look further into for future publications.
Prints and graphics from Ouseburn Open Studios
Inspirational Literature
Final TIF images for Glaze and Contact sheet for portraits of David Moore shot on 06/12/14
Final layout screen shots