Lady Papi's Impressions of Distill Magazine
Copy'n'Paste from Facebook [Sept 17th 2008]:
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Was great showing Papi Distill Magazine. =)
"Oooh! Potatoes!" she cried.
"What?" I said, wondering where they were on her plate.
"Look...I'll show you..." and she held up Distill magazine, showing me the section that had potatoes modelling clothes. ^_^ =) Yep.
Next, it was Material Girl - the lady composed of Denim.
"Look at all the threads coming from the eyelashes..." she mentioned, not before commented on the denim nails: "Oh what am I saying? You need glasses, you can't see." ^_^
"I can see that far at least," I rebuked, whilst glancing at a shop sign out the window, just to check my eyesight. Yep. I could see it clearly. It was a friggin' massive sign. ^_^
I took another chip.
^_^ We were in Blue's Cafe...or was it "The Blue Cafe"? I wasn't sure. But pretty much a blue colour scheme going on.
As we left, I felt bad that I immediately hogged the stairway, so at the bottom of the stairs, I thought I'd let Papi go first. "After you," I said, motioning towards the door.
"Oh, why thank you," she responded, about to leave through the door, before suddenly doing a U-turn, and going: "Andrew! We haven't paid yet!"
Doh!
The waiter gave us a cheeky smile: "Tsk....you almost got away with it...nice try".
"No...=P...you don't understand, I wasn't *trying* to get a way with it", I made out, slightly embarrassed. ^_^ But it was all being laughed off in good humour.
"I'm so used to paying when I order..."
"Yeah, me too..." said Papi, a short while before suggesting I take a free mint.
=P I wondered if my breath smelt. Obviously her's didn't, as she was saving her mint for later. ^_^
"Cor....they're rock hard..." I said, "I had expected a soft chewing-gum like centre".
"Yeah, I know", she replied, as we left the cafe, heading in the wrong direction.
"Would it have been quicker to go that way?" I asked, pointing back down into town.
"Oooh....yeah...=P Ah well...", and we both conceded it wouldn't be worth turning back at this late juncture in our lateral trajectory.
I had also showed her The Talent Magazine.
"Oooh...look...a Make Up Artist..." she commented, as she finally found the talent profiles amongst the adverts and classifieds that filled the magazine.
I explained the magazine's theme of a love affair.
This was prior to introducing her to Distill, at which point she asked if that too had a theme.
"Not really...", was to be my answer, but as she turned to the introductory pages, I remembered the editorial had pitched the magazine as a means of creative inspiration. "I guess its aim is to inspire, - it's for Art Directors, Photographers, Creatives, etc",
"Yeah - it just said 'Inspire' here," and she pointed to the word on the page. ^_^ Bingo. =)
"Do you have a favourite bit?" she asked, and suddenly I wracked my brains of all I had typed about previously. I briefly mentioned the photos with neon lights, before confessing I had barely spent two evenings with the magazine, and had written about it, and talked about it on the phone moreso than I had actually sat down and seriously read it.
She turned to the menswear section, and pointed to the stretched bloke.
"I like that," she said.
"Yeah, see, I wrote about that in the circular, because you see how he stretched, and his side goes in like that, and curves around his bum? I thought that was quite feminine, and goes against the rest of the masculinity in the shot"
"Yeah, it does..."
"But if you look at that, and just think you like it, then it must obviously work..."
"Well, look....", and she covered up the guy's masculine chest, leaving only the stretched waist and curves, "If you did that, it could almost be a woman couldn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess...."
"But I like the trousers...."
"Trousers??"
And sure enough - they were trousers!
"I thought they were shorts at first, but then you see they...."
"Wha'? I thought they were shorts..."
"....but then you see they go down at the knee, there, and...."
"Let's have a look...."...and sure enough, the top part of the trousers were yellow, the middle part white, and the bottom standard blue denim. It hadn't been immediately obvious due to a shimmer of light glare happening around part of the trousers.
But I conceded she was right: "Oh yeah...! Just like the Zoom Lollies!" and my mind sped back to the refrigerator Ian Green's Mum used to keep out the back at their house in Gloucester, filled to the brim with Zoom ice lollies, which we'd sometimes be treated to, if we'd been playing all day, during hot weather.
Issue 1 of Distill Magazine is generous with Gold ink.
Each section is established by way of a gold page, with a black initial.
"Look....S for Sarah!" cried Papi excitedly, holding it up, and feeling special to have had a golden page dedicated to her initial. ^_^
"Nah...that's for Streetwear. Although I guess it could also be for Sarah..."
"Of course it's for Sarah....^_^".
Overall, it was nice to chat and catch up. From aesthetics, magazines, media makeup, bands, keyboard capers, radiators, tidying rooms, sleeping patterns, holidays, Gemma, Bill, graphic design/web work, entrepreneurialism, frustrations, ambitions, impedance, priorities, hair, clothes, work, and so on, the conversation was good. But I did feel that due to the fact we were sat down eating, there wasn't quite so much emphasis on the magazines as there might otherwise have been. Nonetheless, I surprised myself, and finished my meal in a half hour. ^_^ That's pretty good for me, I was worried I'd take too long and make her late back to work.
Anyway, I don't often post stuff like this on Facebook - more a LiveJournal sort of thing, but after my anal comments about Distill, I thought it might be nice to share these colloquial reactions of Papi's to some of the spreads and features. ^_^
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Was great showing Papi Distill Magazine. =)
"Oooh! Potatoes!" she cried.
"What?" I said, wondering where they were on her plate.
"Look...I'll show you..." and she held up Distill magazine, showing me the section that had potatoes modelling clothes. ^_^ =) Yep.
Next, it was Material Girl - the lady composed of Denim.
"Look at all the threads coming from the eyelashes..." she mentioned, not before commented on the denim nails: "Oh what am I saying? You need glasses, you can't see." ^_^
"I can see that far at least," I rebuked, whilst glancing at a shop sign out the window, just to check my eyesight. Yep. I could see it clearly. It was a friggin' massive sign. ^_^
I took another chip.
^_^ We were in Blue's Cafe...or was it "The Blue Cafe"? I wasn't sure. But pretty much a blue colour scheme going on.
As we left, I felt bad that I immediately hogged the stairway, so at the bottom of the stairs, I thought I'd let Papi go first. "After you," I said, motioning towards the door.
"Oh, why thank you," she responded, about to leave through the door, before suddenly doing a U-turn, and going: "Andrew! We haven't paid yet!"
Doh!
The waiter gave us a cheeky smile: "Tsk....you almost got away with it...nice try".
"No...=P...you don't understand, I wasn't *trying* to get a way with it", I made out, slightly embarrassed. ^_^ But it was all being laughed off in good humour.
"I'm so used to paying when I order..."
"Yeah, me too..." said Papi, a short while before suggesting I take a free mint.
=P I wondered if my breath smelt. Obviously her's didn't, as she was saving her mint for later. ^_^
"Cor....they're rock hard..." I said, "I had expected a soft chewing-gum like centre".
"Yeah, I know", she replied, as we left the cafe, heading in the wrong direction.
"Would it have been quicker to go that way?" I asked, pointing back down into town.
"Oooh....yeah...=P Ah well...", and we both conceded it wouldn't be worth turning back at this late juncture in our lateral trajectory.
I had also showed her The Talent Magazine.
"Oooh...look...a Make Up Artist..." she commented, as she finally found the talent profiles amongst the adverts and classifieds that filled the magazine.
I explained the magazine's theme of a love affair.
This was prior to introducing her to Distill, at which point she asked if that too had a theme.
"Not really...", was to be my answer, but as she turned to the introductory pages, I remembered the editorial had pitched the magazine as a means of creative inspiration. "I guess its aim is to inspire, - it's for Art Directors, Photographers, Creatives, etc",
"Yeah - it just said 'Inspire' here," and she pointed to the word on the page. ^_^ Bingo. =)
"Do you have a favourite bit?" she asked, and suddenly I wracked my brains of all I had typed about previously. I briefly mentioned the photos with neon lights, before confessing I had barely spent two evenings with the magazine, and had written about it, and talked about it on the phone moreso than I had actually sat down and seriously read it.
She turned to the menswear section, and pointed to the stretched bloke.
"I like that," she said.
"Yeah, see, I wrote about that in the circular, because you see how he stretched, and his side goes in like that, and curves around his bum? I thought that was quite feminine, and goes against the rest of the masculinity in the shot"
"Yeah, it does..."
"But if you look at that, and just think you like it, then it must obviously work..."
"Well, look....", and she covered up the guy's masculine chest, leaving only the stretched waist and curves, "If you did that, it could almost be a woman couldn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess...."
"But I like the trousers...."
"Trousers??"
And sure enough - they were trousers!
"I thought they were shorts at first, but then you see they...."
"Wha'? I thought they were shorts..."
"....but then you see they go down at the knee, there, and...."
"Let's have a look...."...and sure enough, the top part of the trousers were yellow, the middle part white, and the bottom standard blue denim. It hadn't been immediately obvious due to a shimmer of light glare happening around part of the trousers.
But I conceded she was right: "Oh yeah...! Just like the Zoom Lollies!" and my mind sped back to the refrigerator Ian Green's Mum used to keep out the back at their house in Gloucester, filled to the brim with Zoom ice lollies, which we'd sometimes be treated to, if we'd been playing all day, during hot weather.
Issue 1 of Distill Magazine is generous with Gold ink.
Each section is established by way of a gold page, with a black initial.
"Look....S for Sarah!" cried Papi excitedly, holding it up, and feeling special to have had a golden page dedicated to her initial. ^_^
"Nah...that's for Streetwear. Although I guess it could also be for Sarah..."
"Of course it's for Sarah....^_^".
Overall, it was nice to chat and catch up. From aesthetics, magazines, media makeup, bands, keyboard capers, radiators, tidying rooms, sleeping patterns, holidays, Gemma, Bill, graphic design/web work, entrepreneurialism, frustrations, ambitions, impedance, priorities, hair, clothes, work, and so on, the conversation was good. But I did feel that due to the fact we were sat down eating, there wasn't quite so much emphasis on the magazines as there might otherwise have been. Nonetheless, I surprised myself, and finished my meal in a half hour. ^_^ That's pretty good for me, I was worried I'd take too long and make her late back to work.
Anyway, I don't often post stuff like this on Facebook - more a LiveJournal sort of thing, but after my anal comments about Distill, I thought it might be nice to share these colloquial reactions of Papi's to some of the spreads and features. ^_^