ARKHAM: Yonder Issue

AR KH A M YONDER

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f r o m t h e EDITOR

I never thought it’d end this way (us not speaking) Tonight we were supposed to celebrate everything we had been through, everything we were supposed to do. fluorescents and reggae heartburn and scratched eyeglasses This is the last time I’m going to be sad about you; the last girl knows this rickety chair has a history, and you know I’m captivated by the color pink four I remember one like it was yesterday, but today I look beyond and see you accompanied in the distance

Yasamin Rahmanparast Editor-in-Chief

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

01____Note from the Editor-in-Chief 07____This is a story about a girl named Lucky 16____A Quest to Conquer the BS: In Conversation with Allie Sherman 18____Aesthetics: Just a Girl and Some MOSS 20____Deep Web 26____Life, Unexpected 28____Love Letters 40____Feminist Male, Meet the Future 42____baby, let’s play doctor phil 47____Babe Ruthless 50____New Americana 60____the interlude 62____I thought I knew myself (again) 75____Contributors 77____Note from the Creative Director 79____Contact

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A Q U E S T TO C O N Q U E R T H E B S : I N C O N V E R S AT I O N W I T H A L L I E S H E R M A N

Yasamin Rahmanparast

There’s nothing more telling of the human condition than the things you may see as a third party bystander to pizza delivery customers in the dead of night.

I sat with Allie Sherman in a Savannah coffee shop on an hot evening in April. Allie is a performance and object-based artist by day, and former pizza deliverer by night. She is inspired by anthropology and the role of athletics, music, and art in society.

We start at the beginning. Born in Maine, Allie grew up in Connecticut two hours from NYC. Despite its proximity to the city that never sleeps, home was quiet, isolated. No street lights, just woods. Painterly, right?

While she called that idyllic setting home, Allie actually grew up with a hypercompetitive edge. By 12 years old she was a good enough softballer to qualify for the U.S. Olympic team, and her two close aunts are rocket scientists.

“Excellence is what you do,” she spoke for all Shermans.

So Allie obviously entered SCAD as none other than a fashion photography major. A bit nontraditional for someone who grew up an athlete and who would eventually graduate as one of Class of 2015’s only experimental artists in the Painting department, no?

She clarified this dirty little secret, “I started in fashion photography because I enjoyed curating a scene.”

At the time of this interview, Allie had almost obsessively been creating pieces that included the fashion brand ADIDAS’s logo.

“I’m playing with the concept of corporate-

sponsored art. There’s a fine line between people who [understand that irony] and people who think the marriage between a corporation and a fine artist is a valid thing,” she said. ADIDAS is to LVMH as modern conceptual artist is to Christian Dior.

The ultimate oxymoron that is art + commerce (a field that I myself am a member).

But first as a writer, I am still a woman on a quest to squash the love affair between art and B.S. So I asked, “Should art be left up to interpretation?”

“People should absolutely be held accountable,” she says as I sighed with relief.

“It’s a cop out to say that your art is up to a viewer’s interpretation, no strings attached.

I as an artist come up with a concept, with the idea that this art is a communication; my art is a conversation between me and you,” she said as a little vein revealed itself on her forehead.

She continued, “[The B.S. factor] applies a lot to very minimal art. One sculpture in an empty room. That stuff is very obtuse.”

Allie herself has in the past created quite minimal object-based pieces. I asked her about that ambiguity in her own art.

“I recognize the disconnect. But I think of thise pieces as aesthetic masturbation: I’m putting a simple composition together because I think it looks beautiful. I get excited about the colors or the curve of the plastic in one area. But that work is really just for me.”

She continued, “If people see a drawing, just a really beautiful objective drawing, they won’t

question that it’s an arrangement of objects.

People get it. With minimalism, or with very conceptual work, there’s an automatic suspicion.”

Allie tells me about a piece she saw, entitled de paso by Berlin-based artist Natascha Sadr Haghighian. The piece is simple: a wheeled suitcase is motorized, sliding back and forth on its underside, inclined slightly by a crinkled, empty mineral water bottle under its handlebars, creating a faint crackling between the friction of these two ubiquitous objects associated with travel. Allie mentioned she found it playful, adding, “art can be playful.”

She related it back to her own art. “One of my favorite pieces from one of my shows two years ago included a Vicks humidifier on a pedestal accompanied by a dehumidifier.

Both were running simultaneously. That was the whole piece. “It was an omnipresent regulation of space. People passed by it not even knowing it was part of the show.” Acute.

an example of “aesthetic masturbation”

“Art should be about engagement,” she says firmly. “Whether it’s about engaging the same air you breathe or as a type of voyeur: a performance must engage you.”

Can every single thing be art, so long as there is a viewer to interpret its purpose? I suppose my question remains: what is art and where do you draw the line between genius and BS? Allie Sherman is currently living in Brooklyn pursuing art and photography. For more of Allie’s work, visit shermanallie.net.

- Y.R.

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AESTHETICS: JUST A GIRL AND SOME

Yasamin Rahmanparast

A name had been buzzing about the small but strong group of Savannah creatives for a while. I wondered about this mystery name I had been hearing: MOSS. Who was he? Was he even a he? Or was MOSS an art cult inspired by the weeping willows of this Southern town?

shit and die. That’s what I want to come across in my art.”

‘I grew up on the Internet.”

Green bugs began falling from the park-y sky. “Let’s take this elsewhere,” I said nervously after that blunt and slightly awkward first answer.

MOSS, as I soon discovered, is the artist name of Mo Murphy, a Motion Media designer and recent SCAD grad who works with a variety of media including motion graphics, film, illustration and sculpture. He’s known for his bold yet darkly playful projects and collaborations.

The name MOSS is actually the evolution and clarification of his nickname growing up, Mo$ (Mo Money).

The indoor AC was forgiving and much needed. MOSS cooled back down into Mo Murphy (a hypercreative and all-around laid back guy). I finally got a good look at him. He was wearing all black, rough boots, and a very prominent crystal necklace. Wizard?

While he would rather not pigeonhole the breadth of his aesthetic, there is definitely a very specific essence du MOSS. His motion graphics are clever and nontraditional; his videos are impeccably synched with music to convey a perfect urgency or energy. There is in fact a certain zest for life in his art despite his quasi-Nihilistic personal outlook on existence. It’s the type of art the evolved version of someone who *hypothetically* would steal gumball machines then dump them bleached in the backwoods sometime in high school would grow to create as a young professional artist with commercial success on the horizon.

So backstory: a ladyfriend of mine began dating another ladyfriend who happened to be roommates with said student artist named MOSS. They informed me that he was putting together his Senior BFA project at a gallery downtown this past Spring. So naturally I attended to satiate my brimming curiosity, I said my peace, then set a date for a future interview with this mystery jack of all trades. After a few/many weekends/drinks passed, I finally got the chance to sit down and chat about life, art, and the here and theres in between to get a glimpse into the personality of this artist.

We began our formal conversation on a park bench.

No intro needed. The aforementioned ladyfriends held a game night (dirty jenga & vodka night, to be exact) a few nights before this interview, so Mo and I had obviously gone way back, dude.

“Let’s talk about your aesthetic,” I asked obligatorily.

He retorted to my question unexpectedly, “I don’t like to think about having one aesthetic. That’s what my personal piece in my Senior show ‘Transilience’ was really about.

When I look at life, at our entire lifespan, we are only living for such a minute time. As humans we see things and we just like what we like. As an artist, I just want to just create

“You have to take everything I say with a grain of salt.” He lifted his very blue eyes. “If you ask me any of the same questions tomorrow I might give you a different answer,” he said.

I leaned forward on the cool, plushy couch, “So, you’re fickle?” We talked about his past.

He expanded, “I grew up in Texas’ Church of Christ. I’m open-minded.”

A creative from the start, Mo contributed drawing cartoons for his high school’s newspaper in between grazing over the pages of Juxtapose Magazine and doodling illustrations of his teachers getting sodomized. He was one of four student guinea pigs of the brand new animation program at his Texas school, vastly influencing his pursuit of Motion Media design in college.

Arriving later at SCAD in true freshman fashion, the formerly known as Mo$ tagged historic Savannah with his namesake logo. Throughout the course of his education, innocent old buildings lost their luster as his canvas in favor of motion media design. He directed and edited music videos, created logo resolves with personality, and even ventured into the realm of fashion films as a student.

I asked where the experimentalism and slightly psychedelic influences in his pieces might have originated. He explained how he never traveled much as a child, adding,

Golden hour came, and somehow a few hours had quickly passed between our banter while exchanging stories of our former selves.

I wanted to finish our conversation talking not about his work specifically, but about his view of art in general.

“One of my biggest fears is being typecast as an artist.. getting stuck into one type of art that sells,” he confessed.

He gathered his belongings to leave. It seemed a bit contradictory that an artist would not want to be known for a certain style of work.

“How do you know when to take fine art seriously?” I asked as he swung his backpack across his shoulder.

He carved a smirk on his face, ”I don’t think you can take fine art seriously; anyone who takes it seriously is a freakin’ a*%hole.”

MOSS is currently working at CentralTrak Artist Residency as he purses his MFA in the Art & Technology Graduate program at University of Texas at Dallas. To view more of his work visit artofmoss.com.

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LIFE, UNEXPECTED Amy Stoltenberg

When we were little kids, we dreamt about growing up and creating our own magical adult lives. We imagined the jobs we would have, the places we would live, and, if you were me, the fluffy silk ballgowns you would wear at all times.

most people grow up with a general skeleton of an idea about what their life is going to look like, and they base the decisions that they make along the way - where to go to college, what to study, etc - around this plan.

Although some of these dreams are probably more along the lines of fantasy than reality, the fact is that from the time we are young, we start to cultivate this sort of idea about what our adult lives will look like.

But what happens when the realities that you’ve based this plan around suddenly change? What happens when you figure out that you’re gay at 20 years old, and suddenly the life that you thought you were going to have is completed turned upside down? Or when you fall in love at 22 and watch your fabulous life as an unattached bachelorette flash before your eyes? How do we go about tackling our futures when the basic framework that we were building our lives around is suddenly canceled out?

From person to person, these dreams usually fall into one of two categories: reflective or reactionary. Reflective dreams are ones that reflect the paths of the lives of those around you. For instance, if you grew up in a home with married parents and a few siblings, your idea of what a future life might look like would be very similar to this. Maybe some of the details are different, but the general life pattern reflects that of those around them. The other type of dreams are reactionary, or ones that are in opposition to what we experience growing up. I grew up with married parents and a two brothers, but ever since I can remember, I have been imagining for myself a life of noncommittal freedom, with no partner in the picture and no kids. I like to think this is because I was a badass rebel toddler, but more likely these reactionary dreams came from a place of boredom and an interest in something more exciting.

Whichever category your life vision falls into,

My best friend, Jesse, came out of the closet this year as a fabulous and proud gay woman. She is happier than I’ve ever seen her, and I know that she feels more content than she ever has, but the other day she confided in me that she has no idea what the rest of her life is going to look like. All of her dreams and visions about what her life would look like had gone completely blank with this new revelation.

Jesse was raised in a very traditional, suburban, patriarchal home (her family doesn’t know that she’s gay yet), and always assumed a future consisting of the life than she had subliminally been taught to see for herself. This path consisted of a family with a husband and kids, a stable job,

and a happy place within a normal community, all things that she was totally fine with accepting.

But since she left for college and allowed herself to be fully realized, this entire future has become pretty obsolete. Not in a bad way, per say, but in a way that has her coming up completely blank when she tries to imagine what her life will look like in 5, 10, or 50 years.

What do we do when the realities of how life turns out nullifies the visions of what we thought our future would be?

We’ve got to live in the present. We’ve got to keep an open mind. It sounds almost tediously cheesy, but we’ve got to not be so serious about the unexpected things that come our way, and meet surprises with laughter. What Jesse and I decided is that we are going to drink a lot of wine, smoke a little happy,, and make decisions everyday based on how we feel at the moment.

These unplanned things that happen to us in our young adult years are the things that will ultimately create a future that sparkles - not because we crafted it that way, but because we didn’t. Following your instincts and loosening the reigns a little bit allows for a life that happens outside of the regular boundaries. Embracing change and all of it’s unexpected nuances of will lead to a path that you hadn’t planned, because it’s even better than what you could have imagined.

- A.S.

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FEMINIST MALE, MEET THE FUTURE

Alexa Rahmanparast Illustrations by J. Adair Pounds Last September Emma Watson invited men to join forces with women to fight the battles of feminism in her famous UN Women “He for She” speech, in which she announced her organization by the same name that serves as an outlet for individuals of all genders to fight these feminist battles. It was one of my first times seeing men being actively called to action to fight for what I had believed to be women’s rights.

Now don’t get me wrong, feminism does have a great deal to do with women’s rights, but women are not the only ones affected by the wins and losses of the feminist world. In her speech, Emma Watson stated that societal views on masculinity is crippling the way men feel about themselves. Further, accepted societal beliefs including the topic of mental illness equating signs of weakness (something men are usually told from birth not to showcase) add to a harrowing statistic: the leading cause of death in the UK amongst males aged 20-49 is suicide. Feminism is so often associated with being a movement simply for the benefit of women, that for the most part men don’t really feel like they have much of a say in its complex web of matter today.

Even the often utilized vocabulary in regards to male feminists alienates men. I’ve read countless articles about how men can be “feminist allies,” which essentially suggests that men are not involved in the battle, but can only serve as mere supporters of feminism. With more education, however, men can easily move from the sidelines to the frontlines of this battle. This is the future that I see in regards to feminism. Every day there are more videos and articles surfacing explaining the differences between “tumblr feminism,” which can so often be associated with misandry, and real life feminism: defined as the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes. The real definition is clearly something that men can typically get with.

Which compassionate individual doesn’t want rights for all?

Things do get tricky when men feel that aligning with feminist values is not something to be proud of (usually only occuring due to a lack of education). The equality of the sexes is not the issue. The fact that many men may feel that their masculinity will be threatened by joining forces with women, is.

Newsflash. There are quite a few very masculine men speaking out for both men’s and women’s rights.

One shining example of masculine men speaking out about feminism is Daniel Craig AKA James Bond. In 2011 he starred in a short film, dressed in drag, speaking out about sexual inequality. So to the men afraid of losing their “Man Card,” answer me this: If 007 can be one of the many voices of feminism, why can’t you? Here’s hoping to a future where both men and women can feel that they have the ability to speak freely about their rights.

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BABE RUTHLESS Rischka It’s 3 AM, I’m 17 years old and dancing somewhere around South Beach with a bottle of Patrón in one hand and a neurosurgeon in the other. I was as pure as my Catholic school expected me to be, but I couldn’t ignore my itch to play doctor. It wasn’t my insurance card he took that night.

The cold weather on the walk back to his hotel from the club never left me. It wasn’t enough for a man to like me - I wanted him to yearn for me. The month of Esteban, or January 2013, is when my time began.

I don’t follow a normal calendar when detailing my chronology. My time, my past, is measured by and named after my past lovers. I constantly and subconsciously reflect on my past based on who I was with at the time.

My most recent years as a college student had meticulously been documented in my journal of conquests and unabashed attention seeking. That of course, was until my mother got a hold of said written record which now resides at the bottom of her septic tank.

I unintentionally devised a sort of game for myself, my own version of the Major League Grand Slam.

How many boys could I have while I was up to bat in the arena named University?

Looking back, I was raised on the belief that physical appearance and appeal was one of the highest achievements of value to a woman. I was raised with two older brothers who were commended for their strength, intellects, athletic abilities, and to my festering jealousy, their physical appearance. Years o f l i v i n g i n t h e s h a d o w s o f t h e s t a r c h i l d re n ...

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left me devoid of the shower of compliments my elder bothers received (as often as they’d take their actual showers). It only marginally mattered that I was well read, a top student, and might I add, incredibly charming. More than anything, my mother wanted me to be beautiful.

2015) that I changed. I sought after his love and approval dare I say: desperately. My game intensified with his lack of attention, emotion, and approval. I found myself batting a thousand at my prime of 3 men in the span of 24 hours, because the more he hurt me, the more men I sought after to make me feel I was worth it.

August 2013, AKA Richard, was as enthusiastic and welcoming as any freshman orientation leader should have been. Following him came September’s Tinder Tyler who proved the stereotype that yes, the boys on tinder are indeed short. Anthony was my November, long before he got his requisite frat boy STD. Calvin would have been my December but a lack of protection put us on hold till January when I took his virginity but more importantly, his dignity. Over winter break he acquired condoms and unbeknownst to me until after our tryst, a girlfriend. I suppose I could call this my "time-out." Why was I working harder on my "men" score than any chem test score?

I fell in love with that boy, and when I couldn't have my way with him, I did with other men. It wasn’t my style to sit idly and lose.

I wanted out of my game, out of this secret lifestyle I'd built for myself. I played with the ideas of love and symbiotic relationships but eventually walked away when I was back in the Slam and at bat again with Ralph, April 2014, who met my parents but not my expectations. He took me on dates, was a perfect gentleman, introduced me to all his friends. When he was about to become my June, he slept with me (and I never heard from him again). April did bring showers, but the May flowers were lacking.

So I continued, easily convincing Mr. May Stephan (whose picture surely belonged on a calendar) and Half-June Chris to show up on my roster.

It's when I felt most validated- being with a man.

As I played my game of conquests, the only person I was trying to outdo was myself. Why was I so comfortable opening myself physically but not emotionally?

It wasn't until Robert (code name: June 2014-April

Soon enough my game was over- Robert came around and gave me almost what I wanted. It was then I realized what my game really should have been named: "Fuck your way to love."

Robert had his own game going. He was deceptive, underhanded, and exceptional at having “a longtime girlfriend at home while having a girl at school." It was the real-time version of Clue, I liken myself to Miss Scarlet, femme fatale extraordinaire.

When I confronted him about his double life he admitted everything. So, I fucked him a few more times, hate fuck to be specific. I wanted him to hurt, but I still hurt.

I would have been so proud if the story ended there... having cut June 2014-April 2015 out of my life cold turkey. But even though I quit smoking that cigarette, I was still addicted to nicotine patches. I fell back into all I knew would make me feel again: more men.

Summer came and with it were the new months called Carson, Jason, and Ren. Immersed in the job I'd taken to build my resume and keep a distance from home, I had no time to think about men, nor did I want to. I wanted time for myself and with it, I discovered a feeling of emptiness tainted with loneliness. I didn't know how to be much other than "the friend with a

new wild story." I thought I was defining myself through my home runs and strikeouts. The grand score board revealed the sad truth: the definition I'd created of myself was wholly reliant on other people, devoid of any independence.

My best friend has repeatedly told me, “Don’t let others define your self worth.” That’s something I’m still working on and there’s an undefined end date for when that will be achieved. But now I realize it wasn’t I who was having the men; I was letting them have me.

My own "man of the month" calendar said a lot more about my priorities than I'd care to admit.

But my men still hold the titles of the pages of my calendar; this filing system of names and dates is easy to keep up.

I'll still feel that smirk form on my face when I realize a man wants to sleep with me even now.

While I do love myself now (physical appearance included), I don't need a man to tell me I'm pretty, though it's still nice to hear. My heart is back up in my chest and not between my legs.

What I know for sure is that judging by my recent Snapchat score, September 2015 has a new moniker lined up.

- R.

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New Americana CFDA Liz Claiborne 2014 Award Winner Carmela Osorio Lugo may have been made in Venezuela, but her designs epitomize the American high street. A R K H A M Magazine takes her first collection back to a simpler time to personify this true American Dream.

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the interlude YONDER Written by Georgia Nicholas Digital Art by Matt Bryant

She’s a sad girl Plays her music too loud and drinks a lot Puts herself in the middle of it all and still feels like a Tuesday afternoon Sometimes she walks slow in hopes someone will see her Sometimes she walks fast so it looks like she’s going somewhere Onetime she had a moment in a foreign city and got the shakes pouring salt water on the street Like a draining sink or an aquarium leaking If it floods there’s no ark

The very next day right after tea when orzo was mowing the lawn and Eedie was at tennis, they were sitting on the steps, the marble ones off the smoking porch, and by "they" i mean the two of them and you know how they are.

So it was silent and the marble was cold and it was becoming progressively more grey, the sky that is. Everything was still.

Quiet like there were a hundred people doing a hundred things but you'd never really know because you weren't a part of them. Same feeling as when you accidentally fall asleep and wake up in the afternoon and the curtains are white and is sunny and you feel like you're missing out.

"It's so funny."

"What?"

"Well it's just weird, it's not really fair" "What" "Everyone is allowed to be sad. Like just because I'm not starving or homeless or have cancer doesn't mean that I can't be sad, or have the right to be" "Ok" "I hate it when people are like "stop feeling sorry for yourself" like fuck you, it's all relevant"

In third grade nights were long. Can't sleep when ms. Kingston tells the class global warming is going to kill us all. Especially not in the heat. Not when it's hot. No one can sleep when it's hot.

What if there's no tomorrow?

What if I die in my sleep?

-well, when you're dead you're dead. You don't think about it because you're dead.

Hour glass Glass a minute Don't need glasses Sometimes we just know what we want Shouldn't beat a dead horse Beat the eggs for the batter Don't beat yourself up

How about im wrong again Cheetah tights and painted lips Waxed over, now balding like a dying cat No more eglantine no more coriander What the hell is vanilla bean anyhow?

Any way you can make it happen Make it happen.

Make an oven build a bird bath Your stenciled thighs Nipped tits and tucked tums I don't know anything Never have the answer Begging for forgiveness True or false?

True or false?

Truth or false?

The Liar, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

Sent from the iPhone

for more writing by Georgia Nicholas visit: yellowsnowingeorgia.tumblr.com

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F E AT U R E D B R A N D S

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DESIGN INTERN AT RALPH LAUREN. Women’s Outerwear. NYC

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- Developed researches and designs for Women’s RLX-Golf & Black Label, FALL 15’ - Sourced fabrics and trims for production - Created tech packs for Women’s RLX-Golf & Black Label, FALL 15’

PRODUCTION INTERN AT RALPH LAUREN. HONG KONG

- Helped and assited during sample fittings - Worked with factories in on going projects for product development

DSGN INTERN AT RALPH LAUREN. Blue Label Women. NYC ///13’ CONCEPT - Developed Concepts & Inspiration for FALL I & II, HOLIDAY & CRUISE 14’ - Delivered design ideas, research and color standars - Keeped up with trends through market analysis & forecasting

STYLIST FOR ANDRE LEON TALLEY. Black Dress Exhb. SAV

- Worked directly with HIM styling 8 0 garments from a canon of the most legendary fashion houses

///12’ - Created sketches, flats & tech packs for FALL 13’

DESIGN INTERN AT ELIE TAHARI. Women’s Outerwear. NYC - Partnering with off-price merchadisers. sales team & product development

DESIGN INTERN AT DKNY. Women’s Outerwear. NYC

- Developed inspiration bock & mocd boards for FALL & WINTER 13’ - Representative of Elie Tahari at the Premier Vision Fabric Show, NYC 13’ - Developed samples by working alongside with seamstresses & patternmakers

ASSITANT FOR STEPHANIE TRICOLA. Armani Exchange, NYC ///11’ PRSTYLIST INTERN AT IMPROVD by Valentino Vettori. NYC

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- Mange Inventory & Buyers requests - Assist with showrooms displays, trade shows & press showings - Interacted with PR companies like PR Consulting, DNA PR & BWR

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Winner of THE CFDA AWARD. Liz Claiborne Scholarship - Attended the CFDA Awards in Alice Tully Hall 2014 - Annouced by CFDA CEO STEVEN KOLB during the Awards Cermony

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- Flight to NYC for a convention with the CEO’S of the company

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Finalist of JOES BLACK BOOK Scholarship

SAVANNAH COLLEGE OF ART AND DESIGN (SCAD)

DOUBLE MAJOR in Fashion Design & Fashion Marketing ARTISTIC SCHOLARSHIP ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP 2015

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-Experience in creative direction and in researching to develop concepts, inspiration and trend analysis -Accomplished in principals of drawing and design to achieve strong visual presentation -Knowledgeable in draping, hand sewing and machine -Excellent understanding of garment construction with ability to translate through technical flat sketcheS -Excellent abilities on costumer services assignments and public speaking oratory -Excellent team member as well as capable of working independently

///15’ Senior Collection showcased in THE ANNUAL SCAD FASHION SHOW

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CARMELÁ OSORIO LUGO ONE YEAR MENTORSHIP WITH JC.OBANDO FOR SENIOR COLLECTION.SCAD

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-Great Computer skills-proficient in Microsoft and all Adobe programs cs6 PHOTOSHOP/ILLUSTRATOR/INDESIGN/ BRIDGE/LIGHTROOM

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WWD scad fashions show 15’ TEEN VOGUE.COM favorite looks by andrew bevan ELLE.COM-elite eight: designer school stars to watch now FASHIONISTA.COM-10 looks we loved

from scad’s student show DISCLAIMER: ARKHAM Magazine is not responsible for any irregular thoughts/feelings after contact with this issue.

LIGHTS, CAMERA, CATWALK ARKHAM isCompany an independent quarterly publication headquartered in the U.S. All content original.

- Presented the project to Ralph Lauren & SeniorMagazine Designers of the DDA MAGAZINE All rights to images and content reserved.

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- Attended the Awards Ceremony in nyc hosted by ALBER ELBAZ, LANVIN

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Photography Mallory Prevatt____This is a story about a girl named Lucky Chrissie A. Miller____In Conversation with Allie Sherman Matt Slade____Deep Web & baby, let’s play doctor phil Owen DeValk____Love Letters Lloyd Shillabeer____New Americana Gwen O’Neil____I thought I knew myself (again) SCAD Fashion and Accessory Designers Gabriela Dekanovà____Deep Web Megan J. Kramer____Love Letters Rachael Glenn Spivey____Love Letters Angel Emmanuel____Love Letters Jessica Daly____baby, let’s play doctor phil Josh Bass____baby, let’s play doctor phil Carmela Osorio Lugo____New Americana Gwen O’Neil____I thought I knew myself (again) Contributing Artists Matt Bryant____Life, unexpected & the interlude Adair Pounds____Feminist Male, Meet the Future Writers Yasamin Rahmanparast____In Conversation with Allie Sherman & Aesthetics; just a girl and some MOSS Amy Stoltenberg____Life, unexpected Alexa Rahmanparast____Feminist Male, Meet the Future Rischka____Babe Ruthless Georgia Nicholas____the interlude

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Models This is a story about a girl named Lucky Georgia Nicholas Deep Web Anna Ko Love Letters & I thought I knew myself (again) Erin Kelly baby, let’s play doctor phil Alexandria Filipowski Andrew Bowen New Americana Jordan Rich Jeffrey Tindi Matthew Salter Chase Feus Other Contributers Brittany Taliaferro____MUA____Deep Web & baby, let’s play doctor Jaeda Ocha____MUA____New Americana Locations Planet 3 Body Piercing____baby, let’s play doctor phil Thunderbird Inn____New Americana

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C R E AT I V E D I R E C TO R

In a sea of sameness we are the bats in the corner; the known and unknown. Alone in the darkness of thought and pressure. Artists, not scholars. Pushing each other, swelling and bruising. filling in the blanks (emptiness) of the horizon.

I’ll love you ’til we’re black and blue.

I popped a blood vessel in my eye today. The point was connected to my heart.

I see spots; my face is completely washed out by the brightness of the screen.

I reek of red bull and look like hell.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The light revealed; yonder…

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