The New York Times really needs to step up its reporting (to the streets). I’ve been talking about this shit for over a year now. Seriously, just ask Patrick.
telephones rang, year in review sara parks
This summer, I have been described as both tan and petite.
This Skateboarding Soda Will Make You Happy. Marc Johns
it soo does.
(possibly related, what i’m reading right now).
Don’t get me wrong. It would be an absolute dream to be vacationing in Cinque Terre, Italy right now. But, let’s be honest, the New York Times also just described my bedroom.
Leaning Tower of Pisa. A Cup of Jo
“Jeremy is in Japan for a month . . .
He is the only non-Asian in his group,
so we can find him easily in the group photos.”
– my first cousin (once removed). Houston, TX
Obama’s Rut-Splosion. Adeline Affre
I decided this afternoon, amidst the fabulous company of my best friend Dan, that although being in a rut sucks ass on the surface, it’s actually kinda great because it means your headspace is sputtering / flailing and a holycrapthatfeltgood rut-splosion is on its way. Seriously. Rutting has always brought significant check pluses (hardruns, goodlaughs, goodcrys, confrontations, ruminations, much needed vacations) into my life while non-rutting has just offered up a totally inactive (albeit tasty) cupcake front-loaded with fear frosting of the inevitable downswing to come. So, in case you were wondering:
yeah, i’m in a rut.
a really big fucking rut.
but it’s awesome – you?
3D View-Master. Emma Kelly
1. ...hey fri! .hey sat! .hey sun!
2. ..clouds, but not cloudy
3. ..endless movie previews
4. ..the breeze and the bike lane
5. ..toasted with butter + blueberry jam
. . . if you show me yours.
Collage & Drawing. Amy Rhian
but we did monday –
it was last week, remember?
gcal must be down.
Illustrations. Ellie Foreman-Peck
I average about 0% awesome when it comes to dinner party conversations that get political. I find them absolutely terrifying (the conversations, not the parties, love the parties!) mostly because I have nothing to add since I’d rather spend my time oogling superfab illustrations and graphic designers on my reader than schlepp through internet eyesores (ie 24 hour news urls) so I can figure out let alone give a fuck who’s senate seat is in jeopardy and what Sarah Palin is gonna do about it.
But (there’s always room for a but),
I’m going all downtown Gordon Brown for Ellie Foreman-Peck’s 102% awesome poly-strations. Don’t get me wrong, I will still lose the color in my face and close up shop once our small talk gets hot and D.C. heavy, but maybe next time we’ll be at Ellie’s house where one can transition from talking to drawing should the need arise.
Oil and Acrylic Paintings. Dane Lovett
“Lovett works primarily with acrylic on canvas but also explores watercolour and gouache in his works on paper. His works often juxtapose traditional still life with rock and roll iconography such as cassettes and tapes; insinuating a nostalgia for the grunge music of the 1990’s.”
– Chalk Horse
365 Polaroid Quotes. Parker Fitzgerald
There’s a 3-bedroom 4-bedroom on the 3rd floor of my old Hell’s Kitchen apartment building that is home to a rotating dozen of hardcore Scientologists (literally, twelve L-Ron lovers catch their zzz’s on a plethora of bunkbeds in that apartment). During my second Christmas there, the Scientologists dropped off this DVD called The Way To Happiness in everyone’s mailbox as a holiday gift. The truth? I fucking loved that DVD. What? You’re judging me? Comon! It was pretty and well edited and told you how to live a better, happier, more righteous life! Okay. I see your point. [I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but] after that Christmas, it was my I’m still pretty drunk and I need 60-90min of easy on the eyes ambient brain space to make the room stop spinning DVD of choice. Needless to say, my roommates were more than concerned for my:
a) susceptibility to cults
b) blatant disregard for good taste.
Update! I haven’t watched that DVD since I moved to the East Village, but my insta-crush on Parker Fitzgerald’s 365 Polaroid Quotes is making me wonder if my taste is still shot and these are just The Way To Happiness: Part 2. Whatevs. I’m just gonna say a little agnostic prayer that Mr. Fitzgerald is not a hyper-religious, bunkbed crazypants who also happens to own the Adobe Creative Suite.
Men in the Cities, 1979. Robert Longo
fights & kites
tits & tats
Argyle 2. Kellie Medivitz
I’m trying really hard not to let this brutal mid-summer in the city heatwave ruin a perfectly quiet Thursday at the office. Thank goodness Kellie Medivitz’s argyle wallpaper is currently keeping my work computer from overheating. You know,
Bubble Portraits. Julianne Swartz
My bubbles are fragile.
Reminders. Recovering Lazyholic by Erin Hanson
So it looks like after we all get it on with some goodmorning fibers (I’m gonna do me with a busty bowl of trader joe’s high fiber fruit and nut multigrain medley cereal – ooohhhyeaaah), we’re pretty much done for the day. Obvs I have ideazies:
Let’s go to the motherfuckingbeach!
Let’s go to the motherfuckingbronxzoo!
Let’s go to the motherfuckingboweryballroom!
Let’s go to the motherfuckingbrooklynbotanicalgarden!
Let’s go to the motherfuckingbicentennialthirtyfouryearsago!
Am I right?
Am I right?
(Answer: I’m always right)
Locations. Matthew Lyons
“Some people maybe have nine schmuck pals, but some people have twenty nine schmuck to talk about weather and what they do on weekend. Takes Dorothy nine day to get past smeg small talk and be your friend. Cassandra can do it in two day, but she has loads of hobby like soggy swimming and train the dog, so probably have something in common to turn you from schmuck to pal. Maybe when grow up we consider log as friend, or never care like its schmuck. There are people who need log and people who need fog, maybe depends what location humanoid grows in.”
– Matthew Lyons, 06/07/10
this i get.
this i love.
will forever be
at the very top
of the very tiny
list of reasons
it gets unpretty
living my life here
in new york city.
Land of Ampersand. Katie Daisy
I wanna put a baby in you.
A few days ago I was wandering the internet (like ya do) and happened upon the website of contemporary artist Mark Mulroney. Mark received his MFA from UCSB, has exhibited with Mixed Greens, Gregory Lind Gallery, and the MCASD, and currently lives/works in Rochester. Also, his artist bio is all types of awesome:
Mark Mulroney was born in Dutton, New York in 1977. Since then he has attended 12 years of Catholic school, traveled to Reno, Nevada and gone to a Black Sabbath reunion concert. When Mulroney is not busy with his many internet businesses he finds time to photograph his nephews after injuries and help his neighbors remove snow from their driveways.
Mark’s Super Attractive New Offer (whereby you mail him a self-addressed, stamped envelope and he mails you free stuff in return) was wayyy too tempting/exciting to ignore. Please feel free to be as jealous as you need of all my newly acquired coolshit.
Super Attractive New Offer
147 Congress Avenue
Rochester NY 14611
i like you like you. Mia Nolting
i sent mia a fiver
a little later,
she sent me this
i f-ing love
Common Addictions, Book of Lists. Mia Nolting
Mia Nolting’s Book of Lists is totally solid.
Also, she’ll write your name in chalk for $1.
Sweet Prints. ciaShop
“Lots of things happened in 1983. McEnroe and Navratilova were at the height of their dominance at Wimbledon, Ghandi won at the Oscars, William Golding won the Nobel Prize for Literature, the arrival of compact discs sent vinyl record sales into a steep decline and more than 125 million viewers tuned in to the last episode of M*A*S*H. All of this however was overshadowed by the arrival in Covent Garden of a small but perfectly formed illustration agency called CIA. We launched, rather spontaneously, with around twenty established artists, resolved in what they were doing and promoting a loose, expressive approach to image making.”
– Central Illustration Agency, A Potted History
Together. Jennifer Nies
Lost Boys: ..Bangarang, Peter!
Rufio: ..You . . . you man! Stupid, stupid man!
Peter Banning: ..Rufio, if I’m a maggot burger why don’t you eat me?! You two-toned zebra-headed, slime-coated, pimple-farming paramecium brain, munchin’ on your OWN mucus, suffering from Peter Pan envy!
Lost Boys: ..[chanting] .Banning, Banning, Banning is .B A N G A R A N G .!
– Hook, 1991
..I Have No Idea Who Made This.
Calvin and Hobbes. James Hance
“. . . the privilege of absurdity; to which no living creature is subject, but man only.”
– Thomas Hobbes, Leviathan Chapter V
Lumpen Cover June 2009. Chad Kouri
“Chad Kouri spends most of his time in alleys looking for treasures to build out his found-art collages and illustrations. The rest of his time is spent writing emails to people he has never met and other things to pass the day.”
That’s Chad Kouri’s official biography.
We lead separate, but equal lives.
I dumpster dive the internet.
Thanks. Tamara Shopsin
underwhelmed: ..by the Missed Connections documentary
overwhelmed: …..by the film’s shout out to Tamara Shopsin
TWIST! Tamara Shopsin is also the daughter of that Shopsin.