Friday 4 January 2008

Family: Me

Well, this is me sporting a gown made by my mother's company, photographed in my parents' garden about four years ago.

Wednesday 2 January 2008

Family: Mate

This is my oh-so-lovely, oh-so-cute godson, Mate (Matthew in English), at the age of about three or four. Now he is seven, just started school. I have two younger brothers, and he is the older son of the older of my brothers.

Bridal Gowns

These are some bridal gowns I designed for my mother's little bridal company (at http://www.izabell.hu/) a few years ago. They make bridal gowns for brides as well as for bridal shops. They make one collection a year and every year I try to help them out with a few designs. I'm not making an overstatement if I say that their team made up of my mother, a few seamstresses , one or two outside beadworkers and one machine embroiderer make so beautiful work that it nearly looks like couture work. This means that when I design something it sometimes looks even better than in my wildest dreams. This is the real joy of creating, to see some plan come to life.
Another thing I love is making embroidery patterns.
Some twenty years ago my dream was to become a fashion designer, the best in the world. Right after high school I wanted to go to study fashion design at the University for Applied Arts, but I was not admitted. Actually I was not even aware of what they expected from the applicants. I did not try again, I went to study economics instead. Now I know that I would not have been the best in the world, but I still think that I could make a living as a fashion designer. It's a pity though that nearly the whole of fashion is only marketing today. Just read The End of Fashion by Teri Agins.

Tuesday 1 January 2008

Brochure cover

This is a cover for a fictious catalog of musical instruments. I made this at the admittance exam for the university. We had to do everything by hand. The exam lasted 8 days long, that is, two weeks. This assignment was given at the last day of the first week.
What I wanted to convey here, was the feeling a guitarplayer might have on stage, having all lights turned on him. Also, I wanted to convey some energy.