Fafi!

My first introduction to Fafi was entirely random (or just a cunning eye for the next whatsit!). I went to Colette in Paris and saw this shirt that had a girl on it with macabre maracas and it was enough for me to want to pay $40 for it. I thought, 'I'm in freakin Paris when am I ever going to see this again?' It was a shirt by an artist called Fafi and little did I know she'd reach blowin-up-shit proportions later across the pond.

She'll be exhibiting along with other ladies who are mostly in the street art set at McCaig-Welles in Williamsburg. I'm going to try to make it out there next Friday but can't promise anything...

If anyone is into illustration or street art: the genre, should take a look though.

grandma cookies in the sun.

This is what I had for lunch today. It's a pack of butter cookies that were heaven in my mouth and a large hot chocolate I got across from FIT. I sat in the sun and enjoyed every remaining minute of my break. I figured since I've been overindulging in the lamb gyros for a few days I can skip a few meat food groups for a day.

One thing I've learned to accept about my tastes is that I loooove grandma cookies. I call them grandma cookies but they are really called butter cookies. They come in a tin sometimes with chunky sugar on it and sometimes they come in horseshoes german style with almonds. doesn't matter i love them. snickerdoodles are another story...

what i saw in one day

everyday i see hearts in everything.  this is not a lie.  and as i walked out down my block to go to work i saw this on the ground and decided to finally take a picture of said phenomena.  later in the day i also saw what appeared to be two lamp posts leaning into each other as if kissing but my picture did not capture it.  i guess it was for my eyes only...

i liked this style so much i had to take a picture of it.  i think this was Bergies or Henri Bendel.  I like to see the windows during christmas time too but occasionally i stop and look at a good window.  this is totally me...

my sister used to say i loved anything sparkly when i was a kid.  holograms, glitter, iridescence.  i guess i'm still into it...

i was walking along Lexington on the way down to 59th street cos it was so nice out and i noticed someone had dumped some ice in a storm drain - which is normal, but the way it came to be caught my eye.  

squeeze

there are not enough hours in my days! i hope to go see some work by Caitlin Hurd. i can relate to the suburban ennui it looks like she represents in a lot of her artwork. i love her aesthetic and colors. also i want to see Lisa Lebofsky's work at the gallery in BK.

working 7 days and going to class in the eve is time consuming. i don't know how long i'm going to keep it up but i'm surprisingly not that tired, but i'm going to try and squeeze in some art things this week: looking at and creating some; i have an idea i want to do thanks to a certain Muppet i saw last week. There's something comforting about sitting around watching Muppets.

and here is a picture of my Blue Russian

cat wearing my legwarmer as a gentleman's scarf...

he's handsome.

true love is fleeting

First and foremost - this crowd was great!  i met and re-met some interesting artists (some with anime eyes!) and ran into a sort-of-ex-roommate i haven't seen since i moved out.  had a great conversation about the luxury of simplicity.  

i got to Leo Kesting Gallery after work and ran into my friend S who is an SVA alum.  There were works from Nick Dyball also SVA alum.  there was glorious cheese and as the night went on (and we closed the exhibit) more people packed the place and awed and had a great time...

it seems apt to have an exhibit named true love is fleeting near valentines day.  there's so many things that are fleeting: time, opportunities, feelings, but why does love get all the attention?  maybe it's cos everybody needs it and they're willing to spend crazy money on st. valentines to prove it. (i saw so many people with flowers today like they were going out of style). there's no way you can schedule love it just kind of happens and when it does there's no tangible way to hold onto it.  you can't beef up your resume to sustain it or tie it to your sleeve.   just to remember how it felt i guess is the best you can do when It is so fleeting that way you can recognize it when it comes back at the right time...so i'd like to believe.  

Nick Dyball.

and i looked at this soooo long...

Donna Cleary's monoprints.

Diane Dwyer

Brenda Buck's polaroids are best in person cos you can see all the 

faint messages in the white part of the "polaroid".

 

pictures that are not mine.

i fill up my moments of free time/idling at work with various websites and i find stuff like this.  did someone read my mind about how awesome sam j. is and make this painting...?  do chubby kids holding pigs always look this cute?  will that girl on vacation in africa ever redeem herself?  

i've added another link in the sidebar so you can revel in pleasantries such as this...  there are tons more though...i am only one person.

juliana hatfield playing in the background will help us solve this

The terminally reflective 90s... when we'd all listen to college radio and remember all the obscure band's names whose lyrics were too personal. we'd watch sitcoms that all seemed to have that low-level indie music playing in the background (what was up with that!) while they had deep conversations about life. i miss those shows...where nothing blows up every two seconds and you could hear every tortured inflection in Angela's musing about Jordan Catalano or the trials of the party of five, and mustn't forget Dawson's creek or alien/human romance in roswell. I'm starting to see even more red hair, doc martens and nirvana tees cropping up in nyc than last year and incoming freshman look like they stepped off the train right from hot topic or the salvation army and conspicuous peace signs are back. still waiting for the Jordan Catalano hair to catch up with the guys though. c'mon guys get layered! just leave the hemp chokers at home, i don't think I'm ready for that yet...

and on another note so not the 90s but someone at work mentioned how 70s sitcom theme songs have a way of describing the entire synopsis of the show. hilarious! I immediately thought of Fall Guy. this makes me so happy.