Above: Front Side of Two Queens business card.

Two Queens logo process

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PROOF costume party and photoshoot event online flyer and banner designs and typography

Event banner design (rights-free photo)

A Facebook Event banner for Chaos Cabaret in Oakland, CA.

A Facebook Event banner for "Weekly Family Photo" - an event at Soveriegn Remedies in Asheville, NC. The name of the Event fits into the bottom-left darkened area when posted to FB. 

Collage Promo for "The Bathaus" - Boston-based art collective.

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Excerpt from "See Me Like This" 2012 Thesis Collection:

I am at the Anthony Greaney gallery in the South End. My two closest friends and the Bathaus are having a show. The Bathaus is the third floor and basement of a typical Jamaica Plain threefamily.

It is anything however, but typical. The Bathaus is about art. Even if no one is home, when you walk down the center hall to the kitchen, you can see it. There are paintings and prints everywhere. In the kitchen, in the bedrooms, in the living room which doubles as a studio, there are the trappings of projects. On any given evening, the dark dulled-out beats of witch-house music emanates from Ashley's room and resounds in the floor and the walls. Peeking into the living room, you might see drawing, or construction of mysterious wooden forms for performance. There might be recording voice-over for Lucy's film. You could see Leroy painting, or Nathan arranging his wigs or working on his veils. Julian carving or sewing – or headphones on, hunched over equipment littering the floor, editing music. There might be a photo shoot in the basement. Bodies painted white, crawling amidst tall candles and suspended bones. Sunglasses. Powdered wigs. Mirrors. 

I see Nathan's slender fingers, the way they clutch his Holga, their customary gray nailpolish.

Nathan is performing tonight. The Greaney gallery is packed. In one corner of the room. On his head is a messy gray wig. He is painted white and is wearing my wedding dress. The thing has been through so many performances at this point. I love that it is having a life. It isn't sitting preserved in a closet. It is being carefully destroyed over time through Nathan's performances. It has been cut to shreds and been drenched in pomegranate juice.

Tonight Nathan enters the gallery room to the sound of Ashley and Nick's music. The only light is the huge video projection in the right-hand corner. Nathan kneels at the mirror, in his performances, every time it's this mirror. “Is it somebody else's dream or my own?” is the permanent question written in marker in the upper left corner of the glass. Tonight he kneels, already dressed, and wraps the veil over his face and once around his neck. He stares into the mirror. Lets his hands slide down the glass, leaving trails of blurry white makeup. With the white of the veil covering his whole face, he seems alien. The crowd can feel the unpredictability of the moment. We can't tell his emotions with the veil on. Anything could happen here. Nathan grabs the wooden sides of the mirror and leans in to the glass, kissing his reflection for a long moment.

He sits back again. Next to him are a mallet and very large metal bolt. He puts the bolt to the glass and hits it with the mallet. It doesn't break. He does it again. The glass still doesn't break. And again. And again. He throws down the bolt and hits the mirror with the mallet. At that, the top half gives in and hundreds of glittering shards drop to the floor.

After completely destroying the mirror and even the cardboard behind it, Nathan rises and moves to the corner of the room behind the music equipment. There we watch him pull at the strings of the corset. I made it like this. I bought the dress vintage; the zipper it came with was broken. I feel the urge to go over and help him, but I remember that this is his performance, and so I stay where I am, standing against the wall. Nathan pulls off the veil. To me, it's like every movement is symbolic. Nathan manages to loosen the strings and he slides the dress down over his hips to the floor. He pulls off the wig. He pauses to stand in only white tights and makeup for a moment. Then he puts on the pants and blazer of a gray suit – the one from the boy's department, I watched him tailor it to his body last summer. Nathan proceeds to sweep up all the pieces of the mirror. This takes a long time. The pieces glitter, and all I can keep thinking is, “It takes so long to pick it all up.” It takes so long.

- Excerpt from "See Me Like This" 2012 Thesis Collection
 — with Ashley Capachione, Verushka, Lucy Change, Jules Jimmy Treverton, Genesis Báez, Nathaniel Dean, Anthony Greaney, Maria Molteni, BATHAUS, DEAD ART STAR, Maggie Cavallo and Ketzel Toatyl at South End, Boston.

A poster and Facebook Event Banner for Left Coast Yoga.