So I made it out to BUIA Thursday night and saw a glittery obama painting (which i'm curious to know how it would be received/explained had he lost) and a large beautiful painting from Rachel Schmidhofer. I was talking to the subject (ms. venus) about the omission of name plates near the art; it appears some galleries make it a rule to not have them, maybe for aesthetic reasons. i'd love to hear what the artists would want. i also liked daniel and ion exhibiting there. i went to three all together and lastly to the MFA exhibit at Parsons.
way from Chelsea
i saw this on a wall:
There were some good things at Parsons. it felt like going to someone's loft- it was kind of intimate, like going into someone's room. it was a maze of artists and hard to remember everyone but i do recommend snatching up some Parsons grad for something...
Today I'm hoping to get to the Hunter College gallery uptown and back down to Nurture in BK.
more to come soon when i have more food and less alcohol in me!
dry eyes. he said i have dry eyes. maybe it's cos i don't blink so much anymore because there's so much to see.
visually stimulate me.
so he gave me these drops
and it feels like warm kisses licking my eyeballs. since the first few drops i haven't needed any more. although if you see me and it looks like i'm crying, it just means i haven't been blinking much or you're very stimulating to my eyeballs.
when I get a great thought or see something and need to write it down, I write it in this notebook I always carry with me; I always seem to be in a retail environment when I think of these things. And when I went into my bag to get it I thought they might think I'm stealing. Did this in Strand today. Too many artists names to remember and not enough brain space in short-term memory to keep it in. And will anyone ever trust Winona around retail again?
tonight i squeezed in a trip to 3rd ward after work and was interviewed like 30 seconds upon entering. it was interesting - a reception for sean fader.
ooh and they had cupcakes! peanut butter was my favorite and it went really well with the absinthe they had there. absinthe is not for the timid, i think the bartender said it was like 135 proof or something, yet my brain may have been kick-flipping at that first sip and i may have heard something different.
not a lot scares me more than water trauma and thisgave me a bad dream last night...
also sylvia browne says aliens will show themselves around 2010. she said this years ago...not that she's the authority on extraterrestrial mingling, but it's somthing that stuck with me.
...but maybe 2012 is when they step in cos we fucked everything up like those biohazard cleaners that clean up crime scenes. we make a big mess of ourselves like a kid that's found his dad's gun. will they arrive as calvary or mercenaries? ahh time will tell...
amy leftover pre-thanksgiving meal. stuffing is even better when it's seared and has nice crunchy edges - yum.
apistachios: salted in shells, pudding (which is hard to find), french macaroons (found at this place near university place and 14th st.), they're pastel green and if you love color, macaroons are fun for you. it reminds me of when i used to put food color in my pancakes in high school out of boredom.
Got my glasses today! it's a bit disorienting but i'm adjusting. the doctor said my eyes actually got better since my last prescription - weird; usually it's the other way around. it's as if - no i am seeing better now than i was 10 years ago.
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Also i believe i'd like to swim with tigers one day - just because.
Read a great saying recently and it goes something like this:
a snake doesn't really know it's shape until it's put in a box.
that is genius. do you know how many boxes i've been in? they can be called:
...and the list is not over probably. but this is what i love, the process by which i get OUTSIDE of that box. you'd be surprised how livid people who hold high regard for the status quo get when they are proven wrong! i bet people will express themselves this way with the new president being brown and all.
which reminds me i should check on my siblings in the red states.
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on another note Tina Fey is genius. great writer...great.
"may cause sexual nightmares and sleep crimes." genius.
Some stuff on me is popping up on google. i thought it was time sensitive cos stuff from college isn't up there anymore and yet this is! even though i was bored out of my mind with the material, it's good to be acknowledged for the work i do...
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On another note i'm very excited about sam j's new project. i feel another snakes-on-a-plane-cult-surge with this one (even though it is cult already). i see t-shirts being printed. You should see the original when Vanity was still killer...
I'm so excited about getting new glasses. The last time i got glasses was in 1998 and they are the standard dark rectangular heavy frames suitable for all indie girls who love Bowie and make love to Sigur Ros. this pic was taken probably the last year i really wore them daily:
So saturday with a slight hangover - which is surpising cos I didn't drink a lot - maybe it's cos it was $2 Pabst.
And I went out with the intention of starting at Fabulous Frannies but i got the directions mixed up and ended up in the west village and not the east yet enjoyed a nice stroll through a part of the west village i've never seen. this is so possible being that there are so many nooks and streets in nyc and even a born and bred new yorker hasn't been on every street. so i'm enjoying my walk, the weather is gorgeous and i'm totally sold on moving to the village. it reminds me of olde city in Philly or yardley where i'm originally from in PA with all of the 8-pane windows, shutters and the people.
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so yes, about the glasses...after finally getting my fill i decided to hop back on the A train and head to union square. i stop at this one place on my short list and realize i've noticed this annoying yellow and black sign for years - it is MOSCOT. so i go to the door and there are two cops out front trying to - in an albeit laisez-faire way - coax this unconscious bum in a wheel-chair out of the lobby. this wasn't gonna stop me! so i ask, "are they open?!" and they're like yeah, go on up! so i go and see all this press on the wall. apparently Kanye West shopped here along with DeNiro and others - Great, this place is gonna be expensive. so...i went up and saw all of these frames and got excited when i saw Cazals but they were way too RUN DMC circa 85 so i kept looking and stopped on some Moscot brand frames. they were perfect - i might get two frames in black and grey. i have my first eye exam in like forever and i'll have new eyes next weekend woohoo!!
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I went out at the last minute as a Beatnik and met up with Booz and crew for the halloween parade + Booz came as a severed head in the fridge. scarlett came as black dahlia - i so luved her 50s glasses. there was frida khalo which was awesome. it was a good night - everyone was in a good mood and having fun, it was warm, yay halloween 2008.
The highligts were a guy dressed up as a 'money shot' complete with guy and bucket. not so much a highlight though as just low brow in my chronically refined opinion. there was a question on whether or not this guy was going to get laid and my assumption was yes cos there's always someone who will sleep with someone regardless of how obviously lame their costume. this was near NYU dorms. i avoided his spray and moved on. there were like a thousand Bee girls a few Urkels + some foreign guy was dressed as urkel and he wanted my email so he could email me a pic of us and i didn't give it to him even though he was cute and obviously not american. and my ultimate fave had to be at this bar we all went to in LES. i was standing near this girl and you know when you're staring at someone and you don't realize you are until they notice:
me (staring at her dress) "are you Baby?"
girl: yes! do you know you are the FIRST person who got that without me having to tell them?
apparently she'd planned this for a year and made the dress herself. apparently i was meant to be in that bar.
i guess a dream i had this week brought up (unconscious) thoughts about that n. love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause.
i immediately thought of this movie because that is how my mind thinks...if i were to look back on an experience it would be synched to music and this is a good one. i'd say it matches my intensity. i love HARD... and i came upon a spoof of it. the blonde is so cute; he's 22. go figure; all the fun ones are.
for some reason this made me also think of reliving scenes from movies. in lieu of the 90s i think this could be a very fun project..."ooh project!" i will not ever, ever however relive the last scenes from KIDS.
i always seem to write when it rains. again i'm trying to be careful of disclosing too much too soon. i write that stuff in my journal. yes, i have a journal and have since i was 12. anyway, i'm finding it hard to grasp the art of self-love. it's not really something that comes in steps and it's different for everyone. i'm really good at nuturing and boosting the confidence of others but with myself i seem to have no clue where to begin...
i hate to admit it but i finally got around to getting some new booties and i actually felt better because of it. not that rush when you buy something you don't need but a feeling of finally doing something you've been putting off. my feet were cold, soaked - i wore my summer sneakers down in a month and today i was walking around the upper east side and they were there - in my size, in the color i wanted. i got these and didn't feel a hint of buyers remorse:
hopefully i won't wear these down for at least a year. they go with almost everything i wear and i'll try to at least wear them with something totally unmatched just to make myself feel less in control.
i'm so sleepy. i am finally making a post but i find it hard to keep my eyes open. it's friday night; i'm home and find it nice to just be in my room listening to the rain. so...without putting to much of a strain on my mind and without disclosing too much too soon from my head, i'll just spurt out a few things i've thought of more than once this week...or just really hard for like 3 hours....
wearing Rick Owens
numerology and years of "introspection"
detox, detox, DETOX!
gossip girl is a guilty pleasure
i can't think of anything else fast enough...so bonsoir for now mon cheries...