image courtesy of Sloan Fine Art
Artist Diane Barcelowsky’s got some art up at Sloan Fine Art that I plan on seeing in person sometime this weekend. For now, I’ll just pretend with my faux blog gallery. And I might just have the funds to make a purchase….
Sloan Fine Art
128 Rivington Street
New York, NY 10002
http://www.sloanfineart.com
212.477.1140
This etsy store is kind of incredible. Really average stuff you can find at most thrift stores or flea markets. But the store owner has made everything feel more aesthetically appealing with the way she’s set up her shots. Smart.
the shoes that have been taunting me, left to right, top to bottom: Chie Mihara from Gimme Shoes, Dries Van Noten from Gimme Shoes, Acne from Creatures of Comfort, Rachel Comey from Steven Alan, Faryl Robin from Urban Outfitters, Bass from Steven Alan, Rachel Comey from Creatures of Comfort, Esquivel from Satine, Maria Cornejo from ?.
The above photo results from seeing all the great shoes popping up around the city, which in turn results from the shifting of seasons. It’s finally warm enough outside to break out the rain- and snow-sensitive foot garments and time shove those dreary boots and galoshes under our beds. Can’t wait to wear my Acne wrap sandals that I got from a Steven Alan store for a good price after getting the fattest discount. Rachel Comey–mark my words–your shoes will be mine someday.
MINE! Cannot wait to wear with denim booty shorts and flimsy dresses
Today my roommate Jen put on Kate Bush’s “Wuthering Heights”and suddenly I’m reminded of the quivering vocals of Wild Beasts’ dapper front-man Hayden Thorpe, Bryan Ferry circa Roxy Music, and Antony of Antony & the Johnsons. I love their theatrical singing and the evocation of Baroque oratorios (see the last video of Joan Sutherland singing a Händel piece). Though I can’t confirm that they were really digging deep into Elizabethen music for inspiration, I see similarities. Don’t you?
and of course, Ms. Bush.
and finally…
I hate doing this. You know, hyping things up.
While others might disagree and even suggest that I am the ULTIMATE hypeman, it’s actually an unintentional act of do-gooding. Really, I’m just enthusiastic and wanting to share my energy, and the bubbly effervescence of said enthusiasm comes across as “hyping shit up.” I didn’t understand the dangers of over-hype until I went to famed pizza joint, Motorino only days after Sam Sifton deemed it it as the “best pizza of New York City.” And to top it all off (did anyone catch the hilarious pizza reference? no?), three Motorino fans had to tell me while I was waiting for a table, how AMAZING and LIFE-CHANGING the pizza was going to be. In all-caps– and with drool dribbling from their chins. And guess what? The pizza was fine. I still like PIzzeria Mozza better. Los Angeles, stand up! But pizza is pizza…though, music on the other hand is something that can often live up to hype…
This is my long-winded segue into a very necessary announcement. You can call it hype, I call it intel, info of the utmost importance.
Kisses. Yes, that’s right. Not the kind you give your boo, but the kind that is about to first, take the LA music scene by storm and second, figure out a way to penetrate your iTunes. Kisses is an Echo Park-based band, brainchild of two amazing, talented youngfolk Zinzi Edumundson and Jessie Kivel (Princeton), and my current obsession. Only ONE song is available so far… a tease, a flagrant disregard of my desire to hear more…or just really impressive music in its infancy. There. That which I hate, I am. Hype man! But second only to Stereogum . A notable music news aggregator telling us that Kisses is awesome and I’m just keeping up with the joneses.
Zinzi & Jessie happen to be friends of mine, which means I judge them more harshly than I would, say, Wild Beasts. It’s rare that I can listen to the music objectively without visualizing my old water-cooler buddy doing some sort of funny song and dance. When I heard their single, “Bermuda”, I definitely had a minor nerd-out moment; I wanted to google the band and know everything about them, forgetting that I already did know everything about them. And now I’m sad that I’m across the country, wishing I could be at their Mandrake dj sets, wishing I could have an instant sneak preview of their music at work while sneaking bites of pie from the test kitchen. And then Zinzi would hold my hand as I get misty eyed, and a little hand-squeeze when I remind her not to forget me when she’s at the top…
how’s that for hype?
xo
throwback pic…
early Hamptons picture circa summer 2005 by Danny Just celebrated Emilia’s 3rd birthday in Brooklyn. We missed the pinata but definitely was on time for delicious home-made pozole and Black Hound Bakery birthday cake. I watched one giant stuffed elephant get torn apart by a gaggle of children.
The photo above is of artists Christo and Jeanne Claude (RIP), one of my favorite couplings of famous couplings. Ann Druyan and Carl Sagan come at at a close second.
Who says the work spouse thing doesn’t work?
photo via flickr
I’m a pretty open-minded person. I’m find fringe and alternative lifestyles intriguing if not alluring. I tend to think anyone who sets out to explore his curiosities despite what social norms he breaks along the way, is kind of awesome. And I was ok with Manhattanite chef Daniel Angerer making cheese out of his wife’s breast milk, though, the picture of his mommy’s milk cheese paired with thinly sliced roasted beets was a little unappetizing if not gross. But then, my colleague sent me a link to a NY Post update about Chef Angerer offering samples of his mommy’s milk cheese to customers.
I guess that’s where the line gets drawn, with one of those permanent, two-inch-thick-tipped markers that bleeds through poster paper. Don’t really give a hoot about what he does privately, but by wanting to make it available at his restaurant in Chelsea for select customers–something about that is just so nasty. It’s extremely unsanitary, especially since breast milk is unsterilized and the consumption of it is unregulated. Of course when Chef Angerer announced his plans to serve it, the health department stepped in, rightly so.
Look. I am down to try breast milk cheese or gelato or serve whipped breast milk cream with my pie, but only when the milk has been thoroughly inspected for bacterial contamination. It’s the same reason I want weed legalized–so you don’t end up with the shady stuff, so someone can step in and say, “hey that’s foul. Not cool.” As a raw milk advocate, when I do, I only purchase my milk from vendors and dairy farms I trust, that have demonstrated safe production methods and standards. And it’s as much my own responsibility as theirs to be aware, as it is Chef Angerer’s responsibility to know that as cutting edge and resourceful (or delicious?) as this all seems, there could be severe consequences.
The bright side: Mommy’s Milk Cheese is definitely vegan-friendly.
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