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Fail x 12

Jul 7, 2011

FailWall

My first week of WK12, Dan Wieden, head of Wieden+Kennedy, asked me, in front a group, what my biggest fear was.  My honest response was, “Failure.”  He pointed to the Fail Harder wall and asked, “What do you see on that wall over there?”  It was brutally embarrassing.  “Fail… harder?”  I squeaked.  I had entered the world of WK12.

Graduate that I am, I was invited to participate in a group show opening this July 7th at Wieden+Kennedy headquartersin Portland, Oregon about the concept of failure.  Fail Harder is the goal of 12.

12 invite pulled

Doing something the wrong way, attempting something you’re not supposed to.  Turning a stupid idea into reality, or just failng pretty hard.

It’s not a safety net.  It’s a challenge.

Clip art

Recently, I learned how to use a shotgun.  Aiming between the eyes, the first two shots went right through the cheekbones of my clip-art target.  Every single shot after that faded low and to the left.  Fail.

Shotgun to the face

Or was it a fail?  The target would still be dead.  I now know to shoot up and to the right when aiming.  And I have a great new menacing mean-man poster for my studio.  Plus, it was a fail with lots of blasts and power and shooting of stuff.  A pretty glorious failure.

Articulate

In creating the new rendition of my blasted target poster for the show, I changed my mind several times about the content of the piece.  Ultimately, I decided to use QR codes on the piece, and allow people to access different digital versions while viewing the show in person.

Big Fail Pulled

I submerged myself in the free online world of gifs and resizing, hosting and uploading.  It’s been hours of frustration, but obviously, I did it.  I wanted to call it a fail and quit many times, but ultimately, I now know more than when I started.

Fial Pulled

The fails and non-fails and attempted fails of WK12 were for me, invaluable learning experiences.  I’m still learning my lessons, and still spending my weekends slaving away in the name of 12.  Damn you, twelvers, you did it again.

Moving Fail Pulled

Velocity: Rsrch Hstlr 3.0

Jul 7, 2010

Velocity_dallas

Dallas!!

The freeways are madways and the turn signals are meaningless.  I woke up in a smashing hotel room every morning and ran quickly to the SUV, the only way to get around in Texas!

Business bitch So I covered my tattoos and put on some heels and a skirt to visit a bad recruit. 

 In research, a bad recruit is a person you have no business talking to that has somehow managed to pass through the screening process.  I am doing research for home appliances; my recruit lives in a motel.  I am supposed to be asking about washing machines and flat screen TVs; my recruit’s last purchase was a microwave, because he “put a hamburger with some foil in the last microwave, and then it exploded, so you know, gotta go get a new one.”

   DudesThis may or may not be a screen grab of my experience. 

 It’s not like I’ve never been in a motel room with a couple of really high dudes before.  It’s just that I’m usually NOT filming the entire time and being asked for money at the end.  Although I hear that’s a pretty lucrative career.

The Turnpike More barbecue, more Texas parking lots, more people to talk to. 

I must say there was a marked difference between Houston and Dallas—Dallas is for SURE the more urban of the two cities, despite Houston’s size.  This wasn’t my first retail research experience in Dallas.  I can tell you those people love the Cowboys.

Le Pool A great part of Dallas was the swimming pool I did about fifty laps in one night. 

 Talking to an Anita Pallenberg lookalike for forever on the phone was a good night too.   She was in Oregon; I was in Texas; this is what she looks like: 

Jamie Pallenberg Looks like:  Anita Pallenberg.  Acts like:  Jerri Blank.

I was inspired by this post but in a somewhat macabre type mood.  I definitely did NOT GO HERE:

SUSHIVOMITBUFFET
Sushi buffet from a landlocked state–????

By the end of my Texas stay, I’d missed a plane flight, consumed more dead flesh than a gargoyle, fallen in love with a sport utility vehicle, and gathered about 8 little hotel soaps.  It was time to go south.  Even farther south. To the red stick.

  Ye Olde REd Stick