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I’m not kidding when I say that KEXP changed my life. Stop waking up to NPR in the morning, and see how much better you feel about the world. Some may call this denial, I call it, well, I don’t know what I call it. Anyhoo. The Morning Show (on 91.5 here in NYC) is freaking awesome.
I love this United Bamboo dress so much, I want to marry it. I’m also coveting a few looks from their Fall 2009 collection.
Once again, the most emailed article in the New York Times this week is about librarians. Fine by me. That just gives me an excuse to post a Party Girl clip.
From Renaissance marriage paintings to drunken nights in the Rainbo’s photo booth, I’ve always had a thing for portraiture. So huge props to my friend Noah Sheldon, an incredibly talented and thoughtful photographer, for a great write-up in the L.A. Times. Noah set up a portrait studio at the Yautepec gallery in Mexico city, and I so wish I could have been there.
Image of Obama getting hugged by somebody’s grandmother by Noah Sheldon
So I went on a gallery walk in Bushwick last night, a neighborhood I love because of how much it reminds me of Chicago. The night air was chilly but a stiff tequila cocktail at English Kills warmed me up, as did the hospitality of all the dealers, many of whom were showing stuff out of their living rooms. One highlight was the Jon Burgerman/Jim Avignon show at Factory Fresh. They holed themselves up in the gallery’s basement for a week to create all the work. Crazy! The theme was anxiety (an emotion I know all too well) and at one point I thought “this is like Roz Chast for the hipster set” but luckily I kept that to myself, and of course that wouldn’t do the show justice.
The other highlight was the night-capping live performance at Pocket Utopia in which Andrew Hurst dissected his dead pet tarantula, bundled up its parts with some bone dust and pot, attached the whole thing to a dozen black helium-filled balloons, and then released it into the night sky. This being Brooklyn, the balloons immediately got caught on the antenna of the warehouse across the street, so it didn’t turn out to be as euphoric as I hoped. I really wish I had a video of this performance to post, but I don’t.
All in all, a really great Friday the thirteenth.
Image above by Jon Burgerman
One of my greatest disappointments this year is that James Franco is not in my fiction workshop. (He chose to do his MFA at Columbia instead. Whatevs.) It turns out I’m not the only one who is in awe of the genius behind Danny Desario, Saul Silver, and those totally ridic films on Funny or Die. My super talented friends over at La Familia Green have got a thing for him too.
I woke up feeling pretty bummed out today. These made me happy. Go here for the complete set.