there's this guy--ivan. i'm in love!
this term has been ALL about plan 309, site design studio. for the second and final project, we have to make a physical model so vince, my prof (more about him later) brings in his architect buddy ivan to teach us about model making. he's this young blonde guy, a typical introverted artist, nothing special.
then he whips out this model---and it's the best fucking shit i've ever seen. the detail of the model is defined by the thickness of his material, in this case a sheet of boxcard (think paper). everything is placed perfectly, no glue marks, no extra frills, its perfect. perfect...
so the class ends and i thought we'd never see him again. WRONG! He comes in again, out of the goodness of his heart, at odd hours to offer help. In the end he's spent the longest with our group, and our model turned out 5x more amazing than anyone else's. To help us before our deadline, he cancelled something with his girlfriend for the long weekend. I felt sooooo bad.
You know, when he talks, his passion and expertise shows through and its just so fucking cool. I want to be like that. He doesn't smile or talk too much, only when needed. There's a charm to him that I really like. When he smiles the place brightens up, just a little bit--it's just right. it's a warm and sincere smile...
Back to my point! He ended up giving us materials for free. There is this plexi glass (sheets of plastic) that's very thin and frosted white. You can only order it from New York for 80 bucks a sheet. Yes---he gave us his only piece. It was free from his company but, still. He also lent us an expensive 2 sided tape adhesive so our model wouldn't be messy with glue. ...and the worse I felt.
So today was our final review. A formal critique in a presentation room, with a few professors, and professionals. The project was generally well recieved but there were some issues. At one point, we got stumped at one question about our design---"Why is that space empty? What is going on there?" We didn't know what to say. And then---!!! Ivan clears his throat and defends us, "Well, I think that the project itself is rich enough that the space will be programmed by MTV, and it acts as a very flexible space." and so on. (MTV is our client, we made them a headquarters.) In a situation like that you have no idea how thankful we were.
That was our final review, and the class is over. I'm never going to see him again... EXCEPT, I asked him to go out for dinner with the group!!! He was like "no its okay" at first... But then i said "unless u don't like us" and he couldn't say no. Hehe.. evil. He laughed and said "no, i do like you, that would be nice." So we'll see him next week.
Seriously... SERIOUSLY!!! I can't stop thinking about him. Writing my exam today I kept pausing, thinking of just how wicked this guy is. He's my new boyband. I want one, an Ivan. HAHA! Can't take this one because he's got a girlfriend.
By the way, my exam. Exams actually. In the last two days I wrote two exams without even glancing at a page of notes before hand---clearly because of the model. No sleep either so I was passing out every 2 minutes and writing incoherent sentences. As long as i still make coop average this term, this project was worth it. I owed it to Ivan to make a kick ass model.
And he was pleased. I can't believe it! The model god likes our project! I feel like I just got knighted. (I'd say saint but they only become saints when they die.)
So this is my infatuation. I wish I had a picture of him. Of course it's awfully awkward to ask for a photo, I won't do it. :P
Next blog: Vince the prof and his hatred for me.
...Now that I got that out of my system I can act normal again.
