What can I say? I’m Lilian, an unceremonious interactive designer who swears, drinks and goes off on spiels about design to excess. My birthday’s on the twenty-sixth of August. Had I been born a month and a bit earlier I would marked Marcel Duchamp’s one hundredth birthday and by the transitive property I would have been destined for scandal. I got into art which is close enough.
I’ve always been an internet flâneur, intrepidly exploring the vast corners of the internet without leaving a very big impression. Often that leads people to believe that I’m a sombre, pompously detached character or that I’m simply a creepy voyeur who stalks the internet. The latter may possibly be true, the former is simply a myth.
My hobbies include yanking my boyfriend’s lip piercing, ogling food, watching strange films, condensing CSS and getting mauled by my cat but not necessarily in that order or at the same time. It really depends on the day I’m having. If I had to make a list of artists and designers I would love to meet and respectively ‘do stuff to’ I’d probably disturb a lot of people. Their names will be spared.
When it comes to art, I like things which are avant-garde, risqué and just plain silly. As for interactive design I like conceptual interpretations of the internet as a spatial journey through which a complex narrative unfolds. On a broader scale I like kinetic type, title sequences and error aesthetics.
If you love me, hate me or want to offer me a business proposition concerning your rich Nigerian uncle, do not hesitate to contact me.
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ACTORS: Cillian Murphy, John Barrowman and Gael García Bernal.
ACTRESSES: Helena Bonham Carter and Kate Winslet.
ANIMAL: Owls, cats and ferrets.
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Virgo.
AUTHOR: Haruki Murakami and Sherry Turkle.
BIRTHPLACE: Buenos Aires, Argentina.
BODY TYPE: Square. I’m a 30 30 trouser.
CAR: Lexus. Stick please.
COLOUR: Not yellow.
COMEDIAN: Bill Bailey, Dylan Moran and Eddie Izzard.
CURRENT LOCATION: Portsmouth, United Kingdom.
DRINK: Fruity cider and hot tea.
DRINKER: One of my nicknames.
DRUGS: My head is scary enough as it is.
EDUCATION: GCSE: A, A, A, A, B, B, B, B, C A-Level: B, C, C University 100%, Pass
EMPLOYMENT: Smart arse.
ETHNICITY: Latina (white Cuban/Argentinean).
EYES: Two with limited sight.
FAITH: Little for humanity, some reserved for a higher being.
FLOWER: Not the flower type - sunflowers, perhaps?
HAIR: Some. I’m not a big fan of long locks.
HEIGHT: Enough for all the rides in Alton Towers.
ICE CREAM: Shallow and pedantic.
LANGUAGE: Primarily English, but I also speak Spanish.
MAGAZINE: This is not a magazine, ASOS, Grafik and Eye.
MARITAL STATUS: I’ve a man.
MARTIAL STATUS: Some Tae Kwon Doe.
NICKNAMES: Lil, Sweet Pea, Araña Peluda (the list goes on).
PETS: One black blob of a cat named Billy.
PHOBIA: Needles.
PIERCINGS: Three per ear.
PLACE: Madrid.
PIZZA: Chicken and BBQ sauce.
QUOTE: “To restrict the artist is a crime. It is to murder germinating life.” - Egon Schiele
SAVOURY: Steak, chips and jalapeños.
SEASON: Summer.
SHOP: Levi’s, ASOS and GAP.
SMOKER: Not probable.
SWEET: Oil paints. Not recommended.
TURN OFF’S: George Clooney. Naked.
TURN ON’S: Hayden Christensen. Naked.
WORDS: Procrastinate and ineffable.