Archive for March, 2010

Bring Spring

March 31, 2010

During a freakishly warm spell we had in Brooklyn, I had planned out a pleasant walk in the park. Soon after this thought, Mother Nature decided to give me the finger to remind me that my idea was a premature one.

The Parks Department saved the gloomy day by planting some cherry blossoms. A kind reminder that someday my spring will come….


Ready Made has put together a list of places where you can celebrate the cherry blossom festivals.

all photos by Chloe Rice

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Best Seen and Not Heard.

March 30, 2010

Q: What has been the most consistantly well done thing on SNL for the past couple of seasons?

A: The portraits by Mary Ellen Matthews

Alice has recently complied a slew of them on her blog.

Cantalooops

March 27, 2010

Back in like 1994, I took part in my school talent show. I didn’t have any actual talent, so my friend and I wore baggy pants, boys boxers, and wife beaters on stage and rapped to Cantaloop by US3. Well, I rapped and she stood behind me making the random sounds.

It was the most embarrassing moment of my life and the memory of it haunted me though out my childhood years.

I don’t know why I knew every word to the slaughtering of Herbie Handcock back then, and even more baffling is why I still remember it now…

Random Assortment of Recent Nouns

March 24, 2010


all photos by Chloe Rice

The Open Sewer Pipe You Call The Holland Tunnel

March 24, 2010

Oh yes. Spill it, Ted.

Haute Dog

March 22, 2010

While I was out of town last week, my entire room flooded and sprouted little mold gremlins through out my entire wardrobe. Lucky, my friends at Haute Macabre swooped in and dressed me (and the pup) in their new line of merch.

I am currently wearing my new favorite leggings and I highly suggest  blowing your money on them.

My own 4th of July

March 21, 2010

WOAH! I have just remembered that today is an anniversary of a big day in my life.
Im giving myself a big pat on the back.
To show my extreme joy, Im posting photos of friends head I have recently eatten.

The Day When The Irish Go Green (108/365)

March 17, 2010

Happy St. Patricks day! My favorite perks of this non-holiday are:

  • Listening to Dropkick Murphys and the Pouges
  • Assaulting my friends who have a personal dress code of just wearing black
  • …and thats about it. This day blows unless you like beer.

My friend Smo and I will stay pinch free, today. (photo by Krysti)

Drawn In (107/365)

March 17, 2010

Funny story. Krysti was taking the train to midtown with me with the intention to walk around while I went to shoot Molly Crabapple and her Dr. Sketchy’s Anti Art School. Unfortunately, Krysti fell from a pole on the train and nearly broke her leg….(that was the funny part) Leaving her to doodle in a conference room at the MOMA for several hours. I was pleased to find that at the end of the day, I made it into a few sketches. Its all about the adventure ears, I wore that day.

Circus Girl (106/365)

March 16, 2010

Circus Girl

New York, NY

Photo by: Chloe Rice

see more photos that I took at Dr. Sketchys here

Stacked Like a 5th grader (105/365)

March 15, 2010

There are few things I miss more about childhood than being in class with a vague project idea, a thick stack of white paper, and buckets of colorful pens and pencils. It really made me use my imagination.

The other day, I was shooting a project at the MOMA that involved some lucky teenagers and my most loved childhood atmosphere.

I think that over the next month or so, I’m going to set a day of the week where I set my house up like a 5th grade art class and have my adult friends over for some childlike fun.

Phagwa not Foie Gras (100-104/365)

March 13, 2010

Gala, Krysti, and I welcomed spring by traveling out to the end of Queens, walked in a parade as the only snowflakes in the area, and got smothered in a sea of colorful talcum powders.

It was to celebrate Holi. An Indian word that translates to “festival of color”

The community would come up and cover you with these powder and water guns full of dyed water, and say “Happy Phagwa”

Due to my bad memory, I remembered the pronunciation of Phagwa, by thinking of one of my favorite meat treats, foie gras. mmmmm

Anyway, it was pretty fantastic adventure. The day became more amusing as we ventured further away from the parade and closer to Manhattan.

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Anti Feminine Fashion

March 12, 2010

I am not a girly girl. Polyvore has just reminded me of this…

We Are Friend. (97-99/365)

March 9, 2010

This is Krysti. She came up to visit me this week, and I don’t remember the last time I have laughed until I cried so often.

When we were about 13 years old, I was speaking to her on the phone while my mom was yelling at me for some reason or another and wanted me to get off. As if Krysti couldn’t hear this woman, I told her I had to go because I was in trouble. Krysti refused to let me get off the phone. Not until I made a monster noise.

I spent nearly 5 minutes hiding in my room, whispering over the phone that my mom was reeeeeally pissed and I couldn’t do that, only to have her cut me off and demand a monster noise!

By this point, my mother was livid, I was trying to hold back my laughs sooo hard that i was tearing up, and everyone in Krysti’s household was laughing loudly and anticipating what would happen next.

I let out a dinosaur-like peeping sound hoping to make my friend happy, but not to agitate my mom anymore by hearing me not take her seriously.

“NO! CHLOE, MAKE A MONSTER NOISE AT HER! NOOOWW!”

So I did! I made some piercingly loud, utterly ridiculous sound to counteract my mothers babble and cursing in the next room….then my mom dropped a dish, came over, and everything kind of went black.

I don’t think there was a time that I hung out with Krysti and didn’t return home to getting my ass kicked.  A consequence that was always worth the adventure.

To this day, Krysti breaks up an unfortunate scenario by making a monster noise or playing dead.

Her personality has remained as animated as it was when we met, roughly 13 years ago. Its so difficult to meet people who are able to hold such a bright and carefree outlook on life, while still remaining intelligent and level headed.

She heads home today and I’m not NOT slightly bummed.