Archive for November, 2008

THANKSGIVING: Doomsday for Turkeys on Farms and Families in Midtown.

November 27, 2008


Happy Thanksgiving. An american holiday built upon slaughter and backstabbing. 

I could care less about the pilgrims and indians. 
I could live without the cranberry sauce and stuffing  (from what i hear, the caned and boxed type is some of the bast anyways)
All I’ve ever cared about is 
  • how to perfectly peal a potato in the least amount of shavings possible 
  • and waking up at some god awful time to hear the chaos of Macy’s thanksgiving day parade in the background as i nod in and out of sleep under the covers. 

Unfortunately: I will be navigating my way through the mess of children, tourism, and massive balloons in order to get out of the city at 8am this year.
Fortunately: I will also be able to spend 4 hours on a bus, without having to speak. I don’t remember that last time I was able to do that. 
Thanks to not giving, I suppose. 

I will be departing from my small dysfunctional European family in order to make it to a larger dysfunctional European family, before dinner.
I’ve downloaded three Louis C.K. podcasts, photos to shop, and all of my Wire albums, for the bus ride.



The best part of Thanksgiving: a background story.
The history and The disaster 

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A Starving Non Artist

November 25, 2008
Goddammit. I came online to google how long one should steam fresh brussels sprouts for, and got side tracked by more entertaining less important things.  

This velcro lamp shade created by Luis Eslava


These crazy little sculptures by Tessa Farmer


The End. A set of the last moment of a movies and shows. It does have a way of making you want to go backwards in every film, to see how it was finalized at that moment, eh?
 

Unexpected Home for the Gypsy.

November 24, 2008

This was a photo taken of the current room I’m working on, when it was still a living room that i had just cleaned and moved the furniture around in. Nothing was mine. The pea soup green walls, the Grimace purple wall in the back room) and all of the furniture were a decision made before I was around. 

After I moved the living room into a different part of the house, I was left with this big empty room and no idea how to utilize it. I’m still not sure what I’m expecting from it, but it is the first room you see when you walk in which was an embarrassment. And the green walls and piles of toys and sewing objects began to drive me nuts.
So this is the result of my Saturday. (I painted and lit the red room, back in July)

I’ve been going though another wave of domesticity. I constantly find a ned to make my home more homier. Its something I’ve craved my entire life. 
  • Between living at home where I was strictly forbidden to paint the walls of our apartment rental or to get furniture that my mom didn’t approve of.
  • Being on tour where I spent months finding things that I loved and hated about the more chic hotels, and how i would someday apply it to my home when I decided I would no longer consider myself a vagabond.
  • Watching tacky domestic shows on TLC about turning one version of an ugly home into a more organized version of an equally hideous home just for the hope of once in a while getting an idea on how to hack a skateboard into a shelf or something that would stimulate my creative mind.
I’ve been spending the past 2 years slowly turning a dude palace of beer cans, cat urine, and cigarette butts into my dream home filled with lots of light colors, well coordinated book placement, and no cats.
The process seems like it will never be done, but everytime i make a tiny step closer to my end result, i feel better than i could ever imagine. 
I get high off it.  Redoing a room, getting every knick-knack off of the floor, replacing an overhead light with something softer, then walking into that room and realizing the drastic change makes me feel better than any drug. Unfortunately, it is usually followed by the come down. I think of how the whole house NEEDS to flow, but all i can do is stare at the imperfections, immobile and unmotivated to move forward. 
This is usually about the time that i look at interior design blogs and wish that i was living in those rooms, before figuring out how to apply it to my house. these are some rooms I love this week:













I’m Feeling Gloomy

November 24, 2008

photo by Tom Sandberg

Photo by Sally Mann

photo by Przypa
Photo by Abeless

Acid Tigers Cigar Diet Review.

November 23, 2008

For a band that may have started as a fun way for friends to be able to share a common dedication, it has done so since the very first riff I heard, and when I first heard it put along side drums, my mind was blown. 


I felt like I was re listening to classic music that i used to love before it was ruined by musicians finding a single catchy beat or melody and milking it for an entire 4 minute song. Or by music that had an almost pretentious amount of mathematical involvement, making it intricate to enjoy the talent that goes into making  it without causing a headache 5 songs/ 3.5 minutes into the album.
But even now, I don’t know how to say what Acid Tiger reminds me of. What is it that I am re listening to for the first time?


Is it coming from my love for Black Sabbath and the stoner metal that followed in its footsteps, like Sleep?  
My dedication to listening to shitty punk music like S.O.D. and Bad Brains because i can hear the hyper emotion and synchronicity within the anger, chaos, and bad drumming?
Or from my time of listening to real deep soul music from the south, like Robert Johnson or Skip James, and really understanding how rich the simplicity in it is?
All of these comparisons makes Acid Tiger sound like a dirty angry spastic slow metal band with roots that stem back to the devil worshiping south. 
Which is true, to an extent.
And in a positive light. 


That real twist in this bands music that makes them more creative and original than that, may have to do with their most mutual inspiration, a little bit.
All four members have declared without any knowledge of each others answer, that Led Zeppelin was their all time favorite band, if it came down to it. The parts I find similar in both Zeppelin and Acid Tiger, if their ability to make every song into an epic adventure. 
Being able to do what bands will almost never challenge themselves to do, and those who have typically failing or keeping it to subtle to let the listener be effected by the transition or unusual sound.

Acid Tiger stands out from the crowd of American bands that you want to raise your fist to, because of their ability to start out a song unlike any other song they have, and mid way through they completely switch it up into a different type of song while keeping the roots grounded. Something I haven’t heard done so well since the Refused came out with The Shape of Punk to Come.


Acid Tigers natural chemistry has made this constant drastic change within a single song, seem to flow so naturally within a sea of abruption that has made me drool and laugh unconsciously because it summons an emotion that i wasn’t aware i had in me. Much like Zeppelin. This is a quality they have had since they came together, playing their music as raw as a band starting out should. 
But now the full length has been made. Extra little things have been added to take the music from a live band with a brutal set, into an extraordinary mastery of musicianship and creativity though buffering the fine details and adding elements that make getting a blow job into getting a blow job while having your balls fondled lightly

Im so stoked to be able to share the fact that they have two songs from the new recording up on their music page

I took the photos below of Acid Tiger during their first show It was New Years 2008. Not even a year has passed, but a lot has happened for all of the people involved. I’m so happy for them to have made it so far with so much dedication, since these photos at some shitty bar in Brooklyn.


This Is England

November 23, 2008


I was recommended a Shane Meadows movie that ended up being a visual pleasure, and a roller coaster of heavy emotion. 

This is England, is a movie made with every aspect of it being brilliantly thought out. It was well paced, visually mind blowing, with close attention paid to the inflections and style of each character. 


It dealt with the culture of Skinheads ad the violent turn they took as a community, in the early 80’s. It showed the divide from the origin of how skinheads came to be. 
From a non violent crew of people who were able to understand each others differences while not feeling the need to accept them, to the more aggressive side of the culture and how it came to be that way due to emphasis on the change of the land through (what some found to be) the Falklands War which was thought to be an unmeaningful war to many skins, alongside racism towards whoever could have their finger pointed at for being part of the issue. The National  Fronts effort to keep out immigration and the keep England English, played a large role in this film, as well.

The main character was a kid who was introduced the skins after being picked on in school and loosing his father to the war. All actors in the film did a phenomenal job, but this boy stood out particularly. His real name is Thomas Turgoose. Previous to this movie, he never acted and while on set, was showed manners and how to be more respectful and responsible by the people working along side him….on set. 
This was all part of an interesting article that i just read about him.
 

Signing off with a photo by Iain Mckell, that is not related to the movie

"The wool from the black sheep is just as warm."

November 16, 2008


Today in 1959, when this city was still something to be extraordinarily proud of. When the Theater District was not owned by Disney and fucking wheelies, The Sound of Music staring Mary Martin opened up on Broadway.
 
Nine months after the opening, Oscar Hammerstein II passed away. And I feel like the happiness that came from his musicals, even when dealing with the darkest situations, was not picked up quite as well by anyone who came after him. 
Rogers and Hammerstein musicals found the art in focusing on a character and the way they find happiness, while keeping the story line interesting, as well. 

“If the 1950s was the decade that promised a continuation of the musical’s crucial place in the culture, it was at least partly because the Rodgers and Hammerstein revolution of the 1940s urged the musical to seek beyond typical fare for stories based on realistic character development: to become drama. Thus, the 1940s introduced the notion and the 1950s exploited it.”

– Ethan Mordden, Coming Up Roses: The Broadway Musical in the 1950s 

I love this photo of Rodgers, Berlin, Hammerstein, and Annie Get Your Gun choreographer Helen Tamiris. 

Jesus and Cupcakes

November 16, 2008

I have a few dinner engagements where I feel like i should probably bring some type of treat….Like cupcakes. I love baking cupcakes because of the frosting. I like the different types, and laying it on top of a cupcake like a period at the end of a sentence.

I think I’m going to try making two of the three following recipes off of the no longer existent CupcakeBlog.com.
Lavender cream cupcakes 
Lime tart cupcakes
Strawberry chocolate ganache cupcakes.
Mindless humor for today thanks to Ryan Marshal and Wonder Showzen:


Razors pain you, rivers are damp, acid stains you, drugs cause cramps, gun aren’t lawful, nooses give, gas smells awful, you might as well live.

November 14, 2008

I’m watching Girl, Interrupted. Fantastic movie. 

A cast of crazy hot anorexics who smoke cigarettes with an elegance that barely exists anymore. 
Clea DuVall smokes so many cigarettes with such a shakey hand of a compulsive liar. 
She was my first lady crush. I think it was The Faculty that did it. 
She dated a neighbor of mine who said she smoked a pack a day, drove a huge truck,  loved hotels because they brought cake and Coca Cola to your door.

November 13, 2008


Am I being a brat today. Not directly TO anyone, but my internal monologue all day has been full of shit and bitching. I had a lot of plans today, and just feel like I’m just going to be too much of a cunt to talk to anyone. So I’m just home…alone…being mad at someone who doesn’t deserve it, for being nice but having a life of their own as well, just because its the only thing I can point a finger at. 

I’m even more aggravated than usual at the fact that blogger.com and Apple products don’t seem to be naturally compatible. 
EW. Fuck me. I suck. Can I blame my crankiness on anxiety, heartbreak, week two of no smoking, an over due shark week? please?
At least I’m staying in my apartment with my mouth shut until this insincere feeling passes. 
aaaaaaand breathe.
o.k.

I’ve been spending the past two hours skimming this girls blog. She writes like an intelligent fashion collage student, takes cute photos of her daily outfits that are most often, D.I.Y. hand-me-downs from her mom…and that is because shes fucking 12! 
I want the be friends with her. I want to dress her up and take photos. I want to hear what she has to say about our country. Im proud that there are kids like her around, and I’m sure her mother probably feels the same. I wish I could see what she does with herself, when she is my age..I’m I a huge creep, now?
here is a piece of an entry that she recently wrote regarding the critique she receives from the little outfits she puts together, posts online, and wears to school:
“While I don’t deserve the publications I’ve been lucky enough to receive, younger bloggers both individually and as a group certainly do! Not only for the amazing outfits, photography, and writing that comes from many of these blogs, but the confidence it takes to wear something unusual to school and post your outfits on the internet for the world to see and critique. People are bound to be snide and rude, but the will to go through that just because you want to express yourself really is a passion for style. What I think is often not recognized is that being in your twenties and older does not necessarily make a person especially stylish, nor does being a teenager and younger make someone automatically have bad taste. 


Speaking of blogs and being a creep: I was playing Wii Fit earlier today, and while looking for a video on some step move that they as you to do in the advanced step dance course (I know, I know…advanced step…i’ve really laid down my true skills and you’re slightly in awe) 
and stumbled across a video that looked a lot like my living room earlier today, with a girl that looks a lot like Erin, a girl i used to love long ago.
le’ sigh
Anyways, the cute girl in this video looked so much like Erin (black hair, above), that i was convinced it was her and her boyfriend…until i found the girls blog that was linked off of the video. Shes actually European. And she makes me wish i understood French well enough to read and respond to her journal. Because if i did, i would know how to make a delicious soup that i would have learned though polaroids!
The video made me laugh….


I would like this bra from
Myla Prunella. 
I may really like this bra, but I think the bigger picture may be that I need a vacation. Or just a beach. I missed out on summer this year, due to my personal life. Making it by far, the longest amount of time in my life that has passed, without me stepping foot on a beach. 
I’d take a crappy beach in Jersey, if the weather would permit it. I just miss it.
  • the grit of sand that seeps between my toes
  • the sun that seems to shine brighter even when there is overcast
  • licking my arm and getting a sodium fix
  • listening to old jazz music and drawing things in the sand with my index finger (these ‘drawings’ usually consists of hearts and swazis, because there is a lack of creativity for me, when it comes to drawing anything with one finger.)
  • taking a shower and realizing that the fresh warm water is cooling the sunburn I didn’t realize I had.
  • the crisp feeling of my hair, when the sea water has dried it out
  • finding the perfect spot to lay out a towel, laying my head on the floor and see everything from the lowest possible perspective.
  • Coming home and finding sand in everything for weeks.
  • the option of endless water to swim out to if I have an eventual death wish for it.


Ocean creatures and some spare change

November 12, 2008


I found a fantastic series of photos by Sawatari Hajime on a blog, today.
Sawatari Hajime is a Japanese photographer who used to do a lot of fashion photography, but than realized that he only really cared about nude women…and so now thats all he shoots. 
It goes to show that if you have a passion, and are good at what you do, the results can be lovely. No matter what.

I found this to be entertaining, for my 30 second attention span, today. 

DAMN YOU GOOD COFFEE AND RIDE THE LIGHTNING! 
Life is full of too many coincidental events of negativity, recently. 
Its freakin’ my trip. 
Blowin’ my mind grapes.
I feel like im swimming from this, since yesterday.

R.I.P. Oldboy

November 11, 2008

Steven Spielberg and Will Smith are talking about remaking the Korean movie Oldboy. Don’t they know that we are only weeks into trying to rebuild America as something to be proud of? That movie is untouchable, for us. Its too smart, too bloody, and too perfect to say ‘I ruied War of the Worlds, so why not take a stab at destroying this one, too?’

I know the feeling.


In happier news, my friend Gala decided that I got to be the poster girl for Happy, today! 
So due to this, I feel like I should tell you about the thing that have recently made me very happy:
  • The Billy Wilder movie The Apartment. Jack Lemmon is a pleasant person to watch panic and love.

  • And this painting by Brian Viveros. 


The Beach

November 11, 2008
Being alone, without cigarettes and a real camera, is driving me insane. Im watching The Beach…which I’ve always enjoyed…yeah yeah, bad camera effects and to much poetry as internal monologue coming from the retard in Whats Eating Gilbert Grape. Big deal.

“When you develop an infatuation for someone you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you. It doesn’t need to be a good reason. Taking photographs of the night sky, for example. Now, in the long run, that’s just the kind of dumb, irritating habit that would cause you to split up. But in the haze of infatuation, it’s just what you’ve been searching for all these years. “

Erik Satie

November 9, 2008

I was reading about Erik Satie today, since I’m at work and can’t listen it….There is so many interisting points to be made about this man and what made him unique and beautiful, but I’ll just jot some notes, for now.

  • Responding to complaints that his music lacked form, in 1903 Satie composed the witty Three Pieces in the Form of a Pear. Man Ray, who was a friend of Saties, memorialized the occasion in his 1969 drawing Satie’s Pear.

  • French painter, Suzanne Valadon was the only woman with whom Satie had a known love affair. After she left him for another man, Satie remarked, with Olympian detachment, ” I am a man whom women do not understand.”

  • Satie played cabaret piano at the famous club Le Chat Noir.’

  • As a hobby, in a filing cabinet he maintained a collection of imaginary buildings, which he drew on little cards.  He would publish anonymous small announcements in local journals, offering some of these buildings for sale or rent.

  • He considered himself someone who measures and writes down sounds, and not a musician. I feel by thinking of him as a phonometrician, makes the statements of his pieces being ‘clumsy’ by the french contemporary community, into a unique and beautiful statement. 

Well, thats all I have time to post. I will however link you to some clips of music you can hear of his.