Sunday, January 25, 2009


So I haven't posted since I've been back cause I've been crazy-busy. 18 credits this semester, 4 studios (a double-studio on Monday), 2 lectures, and lots of homework/learning to come. I'll be alright, I just actually have to work for once. I got back here last Saturday, and once my parents left I called up Owen and he said "Meet me in 20 minutes, we're going to see Obama." We had no idea what we were doing and if we'd see anything, but we headed down towards the harbor and went through security, and long story short, got to see Obama speak. It was absolutely amazing.


I spent a lot of time over at Owen's new place at the Copycat, too, cause our apartment didn't have heat. It's great over there, and we went to the abandoned coat factory next door a bunch of times and I got some great boxes and buttons and coat labels and a shnazzy brown blazer. This is the view from the roof of the coat factory:


And this is an oil slick in the parking lot of a Baltimore Target.


I went out to an after-hours dance club on Charles Street for a while and it was fun as hell. Dancing on the raised platforms with Libby and Nathan to Lady Gaga and Britney and Beyonce, having moms cheer us on, throw us their scarves, and watching/fully enjoying 3 obsese black women go apeshit to every song that came on, namely "Womanizer" and "Single Ladies." It was fantastic. No photographic documentation of that unfortunately.

I went to The Book Thing this afternoon and added to my growing collection of cheesy teen novels from the late 70's-early 90's. They're just so fucking funny, I'll never get tired of them. This is just a tiny highlighted portion I had to scan and share with the world:


We established that this photograph depicts exactly what happens to you the second you step into the country of Turkey.


LIFE LIFE LIFE LIFE LIFE

What it all comes down to in the end...



I also saw Mister Lonely yesterday, which I've been meaning to since it came out, and I enjoyed it despite some goofy special effects/moments. The cinematography was stunning. I would LOVED framed still prints of so many of the scenes.


Friday, January 16, 2009

winter filmography

I saw some absolutely incredible films that I'd never seen before, both new and old, during this break.

Unfaithful


In The Bedroom


The Wrestler


Revolutionary Road


Doubt


Muriel's Wedding


Amadeus


The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

And here's the poster for Amadeus, just cause it's so sweet and from 1984.


Monday, January 12, 2009

sex drugs and rock 'n' roll weekend

I had a very full, busy, lazy, fun, awesome long weekend in the city. Highlights included going to the Whitney and the Brooklyn Museum, partying, meeting people, dancing on tables at a gay club in Hell's Kitchen, diners at 5am, pizza in Brooklyn during a snowstorm, a Golden Globe party at a swanky apartment in Harlem with a view of the city that I'd kill for. Also, watching the best part of Step Brothers on repeat and singing the song in the streets of Manhattan:

(It starts 30 seconds in)

One of my favorite GIGANTIC photo-collages at the Gilbert+George retrospective exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum. There was also a feminist collection that had an amazing Tracy Emin neon and a great Barbara Kruger. 

A door in Brooklyn.


Poster for the OUT OF THIS WORLD William Eggleston retrospective at the Whitney. I'll post my favorite photos from the exhibit soon. They were utterly fantastic. The Alexander Calder exhibit was fun, too.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

what's the frequency, terrence?


Okay, so I have no recollection of where I first heard of Terrence Koh, but I was immediately intrigued. His art is just insane, granted he pisses and cums on things, but whatever, it still looks incredible. His website is also nuts, hundreds of links he calls "bunny holes" lead you to pre-y2k net art pages, you can be mesmerized for hours. Here are some photos from the Saatchi collection:




And this is him. He is awesome.

I leave you with this image and a quote from As Good As It Gets ...



Carol: Ok, we all have these terrible stories to get over, and you-... 

Melvin: It's not true. Some have great stories, pretty stories that take place at lakes with boats and friends and noodle salad. Just no one in this car. But, a lot of people, that's their story. Good times, noodle salad. What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that you're that pissed that so many others had it good.