Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Boxes
Some time ago I went to a talk by the crisply astute Jacob Ciocci of Papperrad, on the subject of video art, animation, and..boxes. Artistic ideas are like boxes, he said, as they must have limits in order to contain good work. An elegant concept gives a lot of space for fun in the details, and I think Ty Segall's Goodbye Bread video (directed by the dear Matt Yoka!) is a great example of that notion at work.
I've always loved dioramas for their evocation. Joseph Cornell was a significant artistic influence for me,
as is Samuel Fosso, whose photography is quite diorama-like.
If I made a diorama of my life right now, it would be pretty boring. A girl sitting alone drinking tea. There would be reading, writing, waitressing. Lots of shoes. But if I made a fantasy diorama, what would that be?
I think I would fill it up with sand. Put some LA Gear hi-tops in it, throw in some dolphin noises. Watermelon slices on a plate, by a lawn chair, facing the ocean. Empty beach. Mostly quiet. Just some waves and dolphin noises.
In my box, I never get burned. In fact, tanning isn't even the goal. The sun keeps me warm and that's all that matters. The waves are cooling, but never cold. No one bothers me. I'm just chilling in my box, watching the sun set before I get up to go home.
I've always loved dioramas for their evocation. Joseph Cornell was a significant artistic influence for me,
as is Samuel Fosso, whose photography is quite diorama-like.
If I made a diorama of my life right now, it would be pretty boring. A girl sitting alone drinking tea. There would be reading, writing, waitressing. Lots of shoes. But if I made a fantasy diorama, what would that be?
I think I would fill it up with sand. Put some LA Gear hi-tops in it, throw in some dolphin noises. Watermelon slices on a plate, by a lawn chair, facing the ocean. Empty beach. Mostly quiet. Just some waves and dolphin noises.
In my box, I never get burned. In fact, tanning isn't even the goal. The sun keeps me warm and that's all that matters. The waves are cooling, but never cold. No one bothers me. I'm just chilling in my box, watching the sun set before I get up to go home.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Role Models
Anyone ever notice how much Arizona Muse resembles Sarah Bernhardt? That would explain her magnetism.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
High brow, low brow
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Fabulush
Hooray for The Spectacle Theater's Femme Punk series, showing every Monday in April. Hooray for young Diane Lane for proving that performing in your underwear is a way of commanding respect. Hooray for how much I am looking forward to seeing "Linda, Linda, Linda" on April 25!!!!
Friday, March 18, 2011
NEOPREEN
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| Neoprene Beret from Alexandra Cassiniti's Summer Bummer |
Life is hard enough without having to start my day with the realization that I don't own this hat!
Neoprene first batted its sweet eyelashes at me in Balenciaga's Spring/Summer '08 collection, and since then my thrifting mates have had to listen to many a "does this wetsuit make me look fat?" from a thrift-store dressing room.
Cassiniti's collection (you MUST check it out here) is all aces: in addition to the C & C Music Factory homage, Summer Bummer also includes some seriously sexy little cheesecloth numbers. That's right, I said cheesecloth! Layering their rough-hewn diaphanous XXXX tank dress over the space-age bralette would be hott enough to make all the boys wanna buy me ice cream this summer.
The boyfriend says "fantasy is free." Neoplease! Somebody get this broke-ass blogger a new bonnet. Or at least help me find out where my 90s spirit animal is these days so we can be friends.
Neoprene first batted its sweet eyelashes at me in Balenciaga's Spring/Summer '08 collection, and since then my thrifting mates have had to listen to many a "does this wetsuit make me look fat?" from a thrift-store dressing room.
Cassiniti's collection (you MUST check it out here) is all aces: in addition to the C & C Music Factory homage, Summer Bummer also includes some seriously sexy little cheesecloth numbers. That's right, I said cheesecloth! Layering their rough-hewn diaphanous XXXX tank dress over the space-age bralette would be hott enough to make all the boys wanna buy me ice cream this summer.
The boyfriend says "fantasy is free." Neoplease! Somebody get this broke-ass blogger a new bonnet. Or at least help me find out where my 90s spirit animal is these days so we can be friends.
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