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Zak Labiad AS Media Coursework
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Tuesday, 4 March 2014
FINAL EVALUATION:
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Tuesday, 4 February 2014
Proccess:
December 1st 2013:
Here, I have placed a button on my contents page (that is
found on the bottom-left of the magazine). The use of a circular shape that
stands aside from the symmetrical look of this page, was used in the hope of
attracting the reader to be attracted to the subscription deals- thus generating
a better income for the magazine.
Here, I have decided to change both the font and appearance
of the plug 'I WAS AT ROCK BOTTOM'. Originally, the text was parallel with the
line bellow the writing; instead I have tilted the words from side to side, so
as to suggest an out-of-place rebellious attitude that follows my magazines
genre of 'indie rock'. In this plug, I also changed the word 'ROCK', originally
it being 'I WAS AT A LOW'. The 'ROCK' can be interpreted as a play on words, as
'Rock' is one of the main genres for my magazine, readers understanding this
pun and thus feeling invited by the article as they have understood the joke
that may only be shared and understood by that specific readership.
I have placed another pull quote of 'HUGS NOT DRUGS' this is
another play on words, that manipulates the common phrase of 'hugs not drugs'
presenting the music artists Charlie Chalk as a typical rock artists, thus following
the conventions of a magazine, for I am easily identifying the type of artists
that features in the main article.
UPDATE:
January
15th 2014:
On the front cover of my magazine, I have added other essentials
that follow the expectation of magazines such as the date and the price, they having
been placed towards the left side of the cover. I have also taken the liberty
of setting the price of magazine up to dollars as well as pounds. This will suggest
of the immense success of my magazine that it’s even being sold in the USA.
Here, I have changed the 'ON THE COVER' details toward the
right of the page, rather than the left. This gave me more space to place
relevant information such as news column (which is again a main convention for
the contents page). I have also replaced the social media pop-up that was placed
on the second page for my contents. Instead, I have used this space for box out
text, of which I have given the reader a taster of the latest album review ‘5.4.3.2.1’
this being visually supported with a black and white image ‘Jack Dalton’ the albums
artist.
Here, as you can see from the red square that overlaps the image,
I plan to place a caption for the photo, so as to set a brief description of
the artist, so as to briefly inform the reader.
Sunday, 26 January 2014
Friday, 10 January 2014
Thoughts and Feelings: Further Photo-Shoot Prep:
This week I have had the pleasure of spring-cleaning and improveing my blog. Along with this I have been making certain tweaks toward my magazine such as wording or phrasing.
Also prepraration is being taken under palce as I will be having a photoshoot on monday 13th. The previous photoshoot had just been a draft so as to evaluate my perspective with a camera as well as my models and howthey be seen throguh my magazine.
My intention is to take a wide variety of photos so as to support my magaizne throguh the most intresting and attractive means possible.
Also prepraration is being taken under palce as I will be having a photoshoot on monday 13th. The previous photoshoot had just been a draft so as to evaluate my perspective with a camera as well as my models and howthey be seen throguh my magazine.
My intention is to take a wide variety of photos so as to support my magaizne throguh the most intresting and attractive means possible.
Tuesday, 7 January 2014
Article Drafts:
Article Draft for Rock Magazine:
Charlie chalk: High-School Drop Out, Rising Star, Cheeky
Chappy, and an all round bad egg, we talk to the young guitarist who has
gripped a Nation.
Rocked and Rolled.
He leaves on a harrlydavidson
Interview:
Its six o’clock in the morning and I’m sitting in a star
bucks in London, the heavy whistling of tube wheels howling in the distance, a
bus passing by. Then appears a young rock god... erm...with a coffee. Leather
jacket, Combat boots, he slumps in a chair, handing me one of the two drinks,
pulling out the earphones from his IPod as he does so, The voice of Keith
Richards slowly sinking in the pocket of a pair of torn battered jeans.
He yawns, making me yawn too, and we both laugh, he having
had explained that this is the only free time he gets, thanks to other creative
projects he is relentlessly working on including a tour, and a secret album.
After a few slurps I ask him about his success in the music
industry and at such a young age. He shrugs with a slight smile; ‘I don’t know
how it really happened to be honest… it just… kind of happened- and I’m very
grateful that it did’.
I then asked him on how he had got into music and how he has
now become the young rock warrior that he is today. ‘I was a little shit,
that’s why. Always running around, kicking scratching… biting, I was a bloody
nightmare. But I think it all started on when I got given a drum kit’ he thinks
for a second or two ‘for my six or seventh birthday.’ I remember banging and
banning on that drum for days- mum having trouble to tear me off the thing’ he
smiles at the thought ‘but of course, my music now, I don’t paly the drums-
which is kinda odd, don’t you think? But I suppose the drums where a gateway
into my love of music.’
He slurps part of his coffee, before I ask him on his school
life and his musical influences. ‘It was tough time at school. I weren’t very
popular, scrawny and spotty, so there was no chance I was gonna pull any time
soon. But I do remember going up for music club’ at this, a full joker like
smile appears on his face. ‘ I went singed up into a little music club at my
school, not a massive popular thing I
can tell you, so you didn’t even really need any real; musical talent to get!
But I did, there was only a few lot, and I wasn’t keen to make friends. They’d
never bothered to try with me, so why should I bother to try with them? Bu any,
because I had a drum kit, I played that for a bit. And it was alright- until I
got the guitar.’
Its here that I see giddy teen, taken back to the day of his
true love, ‘It was true love. The teacher who was running the place. Daft as
anything. He said that the school had raised enough money for new guitars, I
think there were about three of them altogether. I played it for a bit at the beginning. You
know, just fiddling with the strings and all that. But this was all before I
discovered music itself.’ He sits, now fully engaged ‘it was a new word I had
stepped into on when I heard Hendrix, or the kiss, or any of the other grates.
And I fell in love. I mean these guys where my idols; they got the chicks, the
money and the talent to make others happy with their skill. And that’s exactly
what I wanted to do.’ I spent most of my teenage years locked in my room (as
should any healthy teenager) listening to Presley or any other rock god and
just listening. The word, lyrics tone. Every single detail I thought about.’
We take a few more slurps of our coffee before I raise the
question on his past drug addiction; he slumps back in his chair. ‘Well you see,
I suppose that music, although it is a passion and a sincere love- it was my
downfall. Because I always focused my music, and that I wasn’t even a
particularly good at school in the first places, I think I knew deep inside
that I was gonna flunk all GCSE’s. So I suppose I needed some air, some relief
from the stress and panic that there was high chance that I was too fail at
life, as doing so taking drugs, ticking off that typical rock n’ roll box as I
did so. Now all I needed was to smoke and drink and I’d have done the bloody
set! And shortly followed.’ I came from North London, growing up in a school on
where the teachers cared as much about education as the pupils. At the time it
wasn’t a big deal to being snorting the white stuff- everybody was doing.
Pretty sure some of the teachers were too.’
A second or two passes before we both laugh at the thought,
then the laughter dies and we go back to the seriousness of the conversation.
‘No, but it was a serious, serious dark time for me, my addiction was getting
out of the control so much that I was asking money of friends and family. And
then… Well I guess it was inevitable that I was caught by the fuzz. But cause I
was young at the time, I didn’t have stay the amount of years that I should
have.
I asked him on what it was like to be inside, he shrugs his
shoulders; ‘Tough. Don’t do it’.
‘When I got out, I knew I didn’t want to waste another
second of my life. I wanted to go for my goals and grab them by the ruddy neck.
So I did. It wasn’t easy at first either. My first job was manual labour,
moving bags of cement on building sites. Meanwhile why I was doing that I was
creating YouTube videos in the hope of being noticed.’
Of course, this is how chalk came to fame, through the
simple act of putting up a couple of videos on the page YouTube. ‘I think I was
very lucky to get noticed by that record company. At the time, between the building
and the videos, I was busking in Baker Street station. The money crap, but at
least after a few months of saving I managed to wangle a decent second-hand
guitar.’
To this day he still holds ownership of the guitar, he
having played it on his new album ‘TubeLine’. ‘Well a guitars a guitars, yet
that guitar taught me a lot, as fucked up as it sounds. T taught me that life
can be hard, it can kick you down, but you’ve just get to plough on with life
with your passion, or the things you love. For me that was music.’
But now we lead to Tubeline, the new hit album that has
caused a stir of success for the artist. ‘Well it’s my debut album as I’m sure
you know. Erm.. I can’t really give too much away, but I can say that if you
like the rebellious goddess that is rock, than it is she who helped me in my
album’
Wet talk, more before he has to get going to attend meetings
with the matter of a certain Glastonbury Festival. We head out of costa, that familiar London traffic
welcoming us into a cold winter breeze.
Then from out of nowhere Charlie chalk appears with a Harley Davidson
(would it be any other bike?). He asks if I need a lift to the nearest tube
station, but I humbly deny. I dare not intervene with a god of rock. With this
the screeching of the Harley bids farewell.
Tubeline releases next Friday
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