Monthly Archives: March 2010

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


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?



throwback pic…