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CONNECTED COSPLAY: SPOTLIGHTING COSPLAYERS WITH TALENT FROM AROUND THE WORLD! From VIET NAM
Q & A
Name: Sayo Momo
Location: Viet Nam
Occupation: 2nd High school studen
Website: https://www.facebook.com/sayo.momo.cosplay?fref=ts
Credits: (Photographers ect.) Dragon Nobita photography , Iceking Photography , Soup cosplay Studio , Tam Nguyen Photography , Truc Thanh Huynh

When and how did you get started in Cosplay?

I have been copslaying since December of 2013 (when I were 15 years old) . At that time , my Anime Manga club at school knew and joined cosplay . Then we were preparing our first cosplay , Death Note , I just help them for make up but I love cosplay since that

What was your first Cosplay?

My first cosplay was Airi Ban in Devil Survivor2 . It was a girl who can summon gods from her phone

What was the most difficult character?

The hardest character I have ever done was Charles Bonaparte in Freezing because her expression was so hard to react or to be copied . Charles is a girl who has 2 oposite personalities , so is kind of hard to practice action like her it and roleplay her

What characters are you planning for the future?

Hoppo from Kantai Collection , Tina Sprout from Black Bullet will be my next cosplay projects

Are there any helpful hints in sewing, costume design or any other aspects of your cosplay that you discovered in doing your creations?

I often style my wigs for my characters from basic wigs and I know how to make wigs become harder by using eva foam and dye my wigs to be brighter

Do you have a preferred brand of make up in your cosplay? And if so why?

My most favourite make up brand is Costal Scent because the eye color make up board is kind of cheap and when you do the make up , the color will be so beatiful , suitable for cosplay make up and the coverage of concealer or good too

What are you listening to?

I like listening to Sia’s music like Titanium , she wolf because the songs make the listener feel lively

Favorite Movies?

My favorite movies is series of Final destination , SAW , step up , Big hero 6 , Guardians of galaxy , Pacific Rim

Favorite Animes?

My favorite anime is Black Bullet , Toradora , Kill la Kill , No game No life , Kiseiju , Kantai Collection , Akame ga Kill , Danganronpa , Devil Survivor 2

Favorite TV Shows?

American next top model , Master chef , How I met your mother , My cat from hell

Is there a scene from a anime. cartoon, movie or tv show that left a big impression on you and what was it?

A scene from a anime that left a big impression on me was when Charles Bonaparte sacrificed her arm to save the enemy from being eaten by Nova. Before she died, she had remembered when she was an orphan then she had been regretted for not listening to her comrade. Leaving her pride behind, she had called out loud hopelessly though, to find someone that could help her friend

Books?

The Umbrella for the smart choices

Games?

Mad father , Devil survivor , Fatal frame , Leage of legends

Beverage?

Mocha , Hot chocolate , Soda Blue Ocean , Coconuts

Fast Food or Junk Food of choice?

I don’t know why but I think I like eating Junk food

Candy bar?

I don’t eat candy much *teehee tongue emoticon *

Favorite Breakfast cereal?

in Viet Nam we usually eat rice or drink milk for breakfast actually I never eat cereal before pacman emoticon pacman emoticon

Is there something not going on in the cosplay world that you would want to see or is there something you would want to change?

If I could change one thing in cosplay's world , I hope that everyone have more open-minded view about cosplay, especially, the parent and cosplayers understand the true meanning of this passion

What was your favorite toy growing up?

My favorite toy always is water bubble pacman emoticon its help me relax a lot

Who is your biggest character crush and why?

My biggest character crush is Erza in Fairy Tail , because she so beautiful as a Titania , very strong from inside to outside , I wish I will be like her someday

You enter a warehouse. Their is little light, but you are able to find you way around. The sound of music draws you to corner of the warehouse. The are FIVE GHOUL CLOWNS, playing a dancing video game. The have razor sharp teeth and scary weapons. Magic can not affect them, They sense your presence and turn facing you. The run to you to attack. Time to fight! What character would you want to be to defeat them and how would you handle the situation?

8 part of Charles will be destroy them easily with her blade and the moonlight sonata colonthree emoticon

If you had to be chained with a character for one year, what would be the character and what would you do?

that would be Doreamon hehe

You can have dinner with your favorite character. And at this dinner you may ask one question. Who would be the character and what would be your one question?

My favorites character I want to have a dinner with is Kise Ryouta heart emoticon I’ll ask him to marry me

What's number 1 on your bucket list? (Something you want to do before you leave the planet).

Free jump out from top of the world heart emoticon ( highest building) YOLO

What advice would you give to people getting started in Cosplay?

You should know how to make up for yourself first because only you can make you beauty heart emoticon

Nobody’s Fool　　( January 2011 )

Yoshitomo Nara

Do people look to my childhood for sources of my imagery? Back then, the snow-covered fields of the north were about as far away as you could get from the rapid economic growth happening elsewhere. Both my parents worked and my brothers were much older, so the only one home to greet me when I got back from elementary school was a stray cat we’d taken in. Even so, this was the center of my world. In my lonely room, I would twist the radio dial to the American military base station and out blasted rock and roll music. One of history’s first man-made satellites revolved around me up in the night sky. There I was, in touch with the stars and radio waves.

It doesn’t take much imagination to envision how a lonely childhood in such surroundings might give rise to the sensibility in my work. In fact, I also used to believe in this connection. I would close my eyes and conjure childhood scenes, letting my imagination amplify them like the music coming from my speakers.

But now, past the age of fifty and more cool-headed, I’ve begun to wonder how big a role childhood plays in making us who we are as adults. Looking through reproductions of the countless works I’ve made between my late twenties and now, I get the feeling that childhood experiences were merely a catalyst. My art derives less from the self-centered instincts of childhood than from the day-to-day sensory experiences of an adult who has left this realm behind. And, ultimately, taking the big steps pales in importance to the daily need to keep on walking.

While I was in high school, before I had anything to do with art, I worked part-time in a rock café. There I became friends with a graduate student of mathematics who one day started telling me, in layman’s terms, about his major in topology. His explanation made the subject seem less like a branch of mathematics than some fascinating organic philosophy. My understanding is that topology offers you a way to discover the underlying sameness of countless, seemingly disparate, forms. Conversely, it explains why many people, when confronted with apparently identical things, will accept a fake as the genuine article. I later went on to study art, live in Germany, and travel around the world, and the broader perspective I’ve gained has shown me that topology has long been a subtext of my thinking. The more we add complexity, the more we obscure what is truly valuable. Perhaps the reason I began, in the mid-90s, trying to make paintings as simple as possible stems from that introduction to topology gained in my youth.

As a kid listening to U.S. armed-forces radio, I had no idea what the lyrics meant, but I loved the melody and rhythm of the music. In junior high school, my friends and I were already discussing rock and roll like credible music critics, and by the time I started high school, I was hanging out in rock coffee shops and going to live shows. We may have been a small group of social outcasts, but the older kids, who smoked cigarettes and drank, talked to us all night long about movies they’d seen or books they’d read. If the nighttime student quarter had been the school, I’m sure I would have been a straight-A student.

In the 80s, I left my hometown to attend art school, where I was anything but an honors student. There, a model student was one who brought a researcher’s focus to the work at hand. Your bookshelves were stacked with catalogues and reference materials. When you weren’t working away in your studio, you were meeting with like-minded classmates to discuss art past and present, including your own. You were hoping to set new trends in motion. Wholly lacking any grand ambition, I fell well short of this model, with most of my paintings done to satisfy class assignments. I was, however, filling every one of my notebooks, sketchbooks, and scraps of wrapping paper with crazy, graffiti-like drawings.

Looking back on my younger days—Where did where all that sparkling energy go? I used the money from part-time jobs to buy record albums instead of art supplies and catalogues. I went to movies and concerts, hung out with my girlfriend, did funky drawings on paper, and made midnight raids on friends whose boarding-room lights still happened to be on. I spent the passions of my student days outside the school studio. This is not to say I wasn’t envious of the kids who earned the teachers’ praise or who debuted their talents in early exhibitions. Maybe envy is the wrong word. I guess I had the feeling that we were living in separate worlds. Like puffs of cigarette smoke or the rock songs from my speaker, my adolescent energies all vanished in the sky.

Being outside the city and surrounded by rice fields, my art school had no art scene to speak of—I imagined the art world existing in some unknown dimension, like that of TV or the movies. At the time, art could only be discussed in a Western context, and, therefore, seemed unreal. But just as every country kid dreams of life in the big city, this shaky art-school student had visions of the dazzling, far-off realm of contemporary art. Along with this yearning was an equally strong belief that I didn’t deserve admittance to such a world. A typical provincial underachiever!

I did, however, love to draw every day and the scrawled sketches, never shown to anybody, started piling up. Like journal entries reflecting the events of each day, they sometimes intersected memories from the past. My little everyday world became a trigger for the imagination, and I learned to develop and capture the imagery that arose. I was, however, still a long way off from being able to translate those countless images from paper to canvas.

Visions come to us through daydreams and fantasies. Our emotional reaction towards these images makes them real. Listening to my record collection gave me a similar experience. Before the Internet, the precious little information that did exist was to be found in the two or three music magazines available. Most of my records were imported—no liner notes or lyric sheets in Japanese. No matter how much I liked the music, living in a non-English speaking world sadly meant limited access to the meaning of the lyrics. The music came from a land of societal, religious, and subcultural sensibilities apart from my own, where people moved their bodies to it in a different rhythm. But that didn’t stop me from loving it. I never got tired of poring over every inch of the record jackets on my 12-inch vinyl LPs. I took the sounds and verses into my body. Amidst today’s superabundance of information, choosing music is about how best to single out the right album. For me, it was about making the most use of scant information to sharpen my sensibilities, imagination, and conviction. It might be one verse, melody, guitar riff, rhythmic drum beat or bass line, or record jacket that would inspire me and conjure up fresh imagery. Then, with pencil in hand, I would draw these images on paper, one after the other. Beyond good or bad, the pictures had a will of their own, inhabiting the torn pages with freedom and friendliness.

By the time I graduated from university, my painting began to approach the independence of my drawing. As a means for me to represent a world that was mine and mine alone, the paintings may not have been as nimble as the drawings, but I did them without any preliminary sketching. Prizing feelings that arose as I worked, I just kept painting and over-painting until I gained a certain freedom and the sense, though vague at the time, that I had established a singular way of putting images onto canvas. Yet, I hadn’t reached the point where I could declare that I would paint for the rest of my life.

After receiving my undergraduate degree, I entered the graduate school of my university and got a part-time job teaching at an art yobiko—a prep school for students seeking entrance to an art college. As an instructor, training students how to look at and compose things artistically, meant that I also had to learn how to verbalize my thoughts and feelings. This significant growth experience not only allowed me to take stock of my life at the time, but also provided a refreshing opportunity to connect with teenage hearts and minds.

And idealism! Talking to groups of art students, I naturally found myself describing the ideals of an artist. A painful experience for me—I still had no sense of myself as an artist. The more the students showed their affection for me, the more I felt like a failed artist masquerading as a sensei (teacher). After completing my graduate studies, I kept working as a yobiko instructor. And in telling students about the path to becoming an artist, I began to realize that I was still a student myself, with many things yet to learn. I felt that I needed to become a true art student. I decided to study in Germany. The day I left the city where I had long lived, many of my students appeared on the platform to see me off.

Life as a student in Germany was a happy time. I originally intended to go to London, but for economic reasons chose a tuition-free, and, fortunately, academism-free German school. Personal approaches coexisted with conceptual ones, and students tried out a wide range of modes of expression. Technically speaking, we were all students, but each of us brought a creator’s spirit to the fore. The strong wills and opinions of the local students, though, were well in place before they became artists thanks to the German system of early education. As a reticent foreign student from a far-off land, I must have seemed like a mute child. I decided that I would try to make myself understood not through words, but through having people look at my pictures. When winter came and leaden clouds filled the skies, I found myself slipping back to the winters of my childhood. Forgoing attempts to speak in an unknown language, I redoubled my efforts to express myself through visions of my private world. Thinking rather than talking, then illustrating this thought process in drawings and, finally, realizing it in a painting. Instead of defeating you in an argument, I wanted to invite you inside me. Here I was, in a most unexpected place, rediscovering a value that I thought I had lost—I felt that I had finally gained the ability to learn and think, that I had become a student in the truest sense of the word.

But I still wasn’t your typical honors student. My paintings clearly didn’t look like contemporary art, and nobody would say my images fit in the context of European painting. They did, however, catch the gaze of dealers who, with their antennae out for young artists, saw my paintings as new objects that belonged less to the singular world of art and more to the realm of everyday life. Several were impressed by the freshness of my art, and before I knew it, I was invited to hold exhibitions in established galleries—a big step into a wider world.

The six years that I spent in Germany after completing my studies and before returning to Japan were golden days, both for me and my work. Every day and every night, I worked tirelessly to fix onto canvas all the visions that welled up in my head. My living space/studio was in a dreary, concrete former factory building on the outskirts of Cologne. It was the center of my world. Late at night, my surroundings were enveloped in darkness, but my studio was brightly lit. The songs of folk poets flowed out of my speakers. In that place, standing in front of the canvas sometimes felt like traveling on a solitary voyage in outer space—a lonely little spacecraft floating in the darkness of the void. My spaceship could go anywhere in this fantasy while I was painting, even to the edge of the universe.

Suddenly one day, I was flung outside—my spaceship was to be scrapped. My little vehicle turned back into an old concrete building, one that was slated for destruction because it was falling apart. Having lost the spaceship that had accompanied me on my lonely travels, and lacking the energy to look for a new studio, I immediately decided that I might as well go back to my homeland. It was painful and sad to leave the country where I had lived for twelve years and the handful of people I could call friends. But I had lost my ship. The only place I thought to land was my mother country, where long ago those teenagers had waved me goodbye and, in retrospect, whose letters to me while I was in Germany were a valuable source of fuel.

After my long space flight, I returned to Japan with the strange sense of having made a full orbit around the planet. The new studio was a little warehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo, in an area dotted with rice fields and small factories. When the wind blew, swirls of dust slipped in through the cracks, and water leaked down the walls in heavy rains. In my dilapidated warehouse, only one sheet of corrugated metal separated me from the summer heat and winter cold. Despite the funky environment, I was somehow able to keep in midnight contact with the cosmos—the beings I had drawn and painted in Germany began to mature. The emotional quality of the earlier work gave way to a new sense of composure. I worked at refining the former impulsiveness of the drawings and the monochromatic, almost reverent, backgrounds of the paintings. In my pursuit of fresh imagery, I switched from idle experimentation to a more workmanlike approach towards capturing what I saw beyond the canvas.

Children and animals—what simple motifs! Appearing on neat canvases or in ephemeral drawings, these figures are easy on the viewers’ eyes. Occasionally, they shake off my intentions and leap to the feet of their audience, never to return. Because my motifs are accessible, they are often only understood on a superficial level. Sometimes art that results from a long process of development receives only shallow general acceptance, and those who should be interpreting it fail to do so, either through a lack of knowledge or insufficient powers of expression. Take, for example, the music of a specific era. People who lived during this era will naturally appreciate the music that was then popular. Few of these listeners, however, will know, let alone value, the music produced by minor labels, by introspective musicians working under the radar, because it’s music that’s made in answer to an individual’s desire, not the desires of the times. In this way, people who say that “Nara loves rock,” or “Nara loves punk” should see my album collection. Of four thousand records there are probably fewer than fifty punk albums. I do have a lot of 60s and 70s rock and roll, but most of my music is from little labels that never saw commercial success—traditional roots music by black musicians and white musicians, and contemplative folk. The spirit of any era gives birth to trends and fashions as well as their opposite: countless introspective individual worlds. A simultaneous embrace of both has cultivated my sensibility and way of thinking. My artwork is merely the tip of the iceberg that is my self. But if you analyzed the DNA from this tip, you would probably discover a new way of looking at my art. My viewers become a true audience when they take what I’ve made and make it their own. That’s the moment the works gain their freedom, even from their maker.

After contemplative folk singers taught me about deep empathy, the punk rockers schooled me in explosive expression.

I was born on this star, and I’m still breathing. Since childhood, I’ve been a jumble of things learned and experienced and memories that can’t be forgotten. Their involuntary locomotion is my inspiration. I don’t express in words the contents of my work. I’ll only tell you my history. The countless stories living inside my work would become mere fabrications the moment I put them into words. Instead, I use my pencil to turn them into pictures. Standing before the dark abyss, here’s hoping my spaceship launches safely tonight….

我在騎車的時候，打開了自己習慣的音樂播放軟體，當時就播了這首歌，聽她唱第一句，這個人的音色也太特別了，有種不是正統美國腔的發音，然後進入到副歌，她音色搭配著bass，跟鼓，太好聽了吧！
馬上回家製作這首歌的Cover，也是我第一次以英文的方式cover歌曲，還有填詞英文的RAP，也是想挑戰自己，除了經由cover讓不同的族群看見我，也是想從中繼續努力學習關於歌唱或是饒舌，希望你們會喜歡不一樣的我。

RAP的歌詞提到，我是亞洲人，亞洲人好像在國外人的眼中，就是『害羞』其實我們不是害羞，因為從小整個環境就告訴我們要懂得『禮義廉恥』以及尊重別人，所以更希望讓國外人知道這是我們的文化，也是我們迷人的地方。

近期希望在影片加入一些舞蹈，你們覺得可以嗎？
有什麼歌推薦也可以告訴我，喜歡幫我分享下去！謝謝。

According to information on the Internet, Tones And I, a 19-year-old super female newcomer from Australia, has been smashed by Dance Monkey. Recently, Dance Monkey has won the 12-week championship on the Australian Singles Chart (ARIA). Also stayed on the Irish Singles Chart (IRMA) for an eight-week championship, breaking the unprecedented record in both places. The UK Chart has a good three-week championship. It is followed by Lil Nas. After X), the most highly regarded newcomers.

When I was cycling, I turned on the music playing software I used to. I broadcast the song at the time and listened to her singing the first sentence. This person’s voice is too special. There is a kind of pronunciation that is not the orthodox American cavity, and then enters. To the chorus, her tone is matched with bass, with the drum, so nice!
Going home to make the song of Cover, it is also my first time to cover songs in English, as well as RAP in English. I also want to challenge myself. In addition to letting different groups see me through cover, I also want to continue to work hard to learn about it. Singing or rap, I hope you will like me differently.

The lyrics of RAP mentioned that I am Asian. Asians seem to be "shy" in the eyes of foreigners. In fact, we are not shy, because we have to tell us that we have to respect the others, so we hope to let the country Outsiders know that this is our culture and our charming place.

I hope to add some dances to the film in the near future. Do you think it is ok?
Any song recommendation can also tell me, like to help me share it! Thank you.

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#張家瑋 #鬥牛 #GAWII #DanceMonkey #TonesAndI #DanceMonkeycover

Back in the days, around the time when YouTube was founded, before most of you were born, I used to Vlog a lot. I was a little ahead of my time because video sharing platforms were premature back then. I Vlogged so that I can remember my experiences back then. You'll get to know me better if you actually spend the time to watch this. If you do have the patience.

Episode 15 - Happy New Year 2006

I celebrated 2006 in three different locations of two different states. Mostly with my close family friend there.

Part 1 is when I was learning to bake Cheesecake, the American Recipe. Then we went to play bowling after that.

Part 2 was in Flushing, New York. We had our Happy New Year 2006 Countdown there. Manhattan was too crowded.

Part 3 is back in Amherst for Winter Semester. I played my favorite song Bo Go Ship Da. One of the most legendary KPOP song back then.

Year : January 1st 2006
Location : Springfield and Amherst, Massachusetts, Flushing, New York

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USE EARPHONES FOR 3D SOUND - Produced in binaural 3D audio, this is a tribute to those with loving hearts in challenging times. "Down in the River to Pray" is a traditional African-American spiritual, composed by an African-American slave. The exact origin of the song is unknown, but the earliest known version of the song, titled "The Good Old Way," was published in Slave Songs of the United States in 1867.

The phrase "in the river" is significant because many slave songs contained coded messages for escaping. When the slaves escaped, they would walk in the river because the water would cover their scent from the bounty-hunters' dogs. Similarly, the "starry crown" refers to navigating their escape by the stars. And "Good Lord, show me the way" could be a prayer for God's guidance to find the escape route, commonly known as "the Underground Railroad."

In a time when blatant and hurtful racism has permeated government, and when good people and nature face a fearful future, this song seemed a fitting tribute to those who are speaking out in support of love, tolerance, justice and goodness.

Eden Kai, 16 year-old acoustic guitarist virtuoso singer-songwriter, performed original instrumental songs on acoustic guitar at the 50th State Fair at the Aloha Stadium in Hawaii on July 4th Independence Day weekend celebration 2015. It was Brown Bags to Stardom Day showcasing the winners of the prestigious statewide competition.

Eden Kai was this year's 2015 Grand Champion and also 1st place Music Instrumental. This acoustic guitar player gave an amazing live performance. This is the same competition which launched the careers of Bruno Mars, Jake Shimabukuro, Tia Carrere, Glenn Medeiros, Yuna Ito, and many other stars from Hawaii.

Special thanks to Brown Bags to Stardom executive producer Johnny Kai for his excellent service and work in continuing this amazing talent competition which has been a household name in Hawaii since the 1970's, long before American Idol and America's Got Talent! Johnny also does a great job interviewing Eden Kai after this performance.

This video starts with some people in the audience shouting "Hana hou! Hana hou!" which means "Encore! Encore!" in Hawaiian. For the encore Eden played his original acoustic instrumental song "She Saw Me Dance" regarded by many to be his best acoustic guitar instrumental song.

Enjoy this video showing a glimpse of an upcoming rising star. Eden Kai has appeared and performed on most all major TV and Radio media in Hawaii as well as in Japan. He has played at popular venues in Waikiki including the Hard Rock Cafe, Duke's Waikiki, and Lulu's.

He has already been receiving great recognition and praise in Asia, and was recently interviewed and performed live on FM FUJI TOKYO one of the biggest radio stations of all time in Japan in a joint broadcast with KZOO Honolulu to over 3 million listeners in Japan.

Eden Kai was born in Tokyo, Japan and moved to Hawaii two years ago. He is trilingual in Japanese, English, and Chinese.
In Japan he was known in his childhood as a gifted singer-songwriter-actor. He started playing the guitar 3 years ago while his voice was changing, and the last two years he has been teaching himself through watching YouTube videos and developing his own unique style.

Eden also loves learning from watching videos of the best ukulele players in the world and their beautiful ukulele songs . He really enjoys the playing the world's best ukulele player of all time of the best Japanese ukulele players ever to cherish these Hawaiian ukuleles and give their best live performance of Hawaiian songs ever.

Eden has acted in TV movies and dramas in Japan since he was 6 years old. He has also been dancing, singing and writing songs since he was 6. He debuted writing and singing a song for charity at the age of 10 "Sekai no Tomodachi" (Friends of the World in Japanese) selling on iTunes, Amazon, etc.

WEBSITE: http://www.EdenKai.com/
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