My Favorite Links Today
- Why are you wearing that silly human suit? [Diane, a Shaded View on Fashion]
- Fucking in Public Places [Placement]
- Free Food for Millionaires, by Min Jin Lee [Narrative Magazine]
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The Life & Times of a Broken Robot
I stayed up working until 6 in the morning today and then got up a few hours later for another full day of projects, calls and deadlines. Needless to say, I feel like a broken robot, and I need to do something about that before an important event I am looking forward to this evening. How is it that, in this modern age, we haven't figured out how to put beauty sleep in cigarettes or something? In only semi-related news, writing elsewhere today includes this week's edition of The Smart Set for literary weblog MaudNewton.com, and a review of the Swoon exhibition at Deitch Projects, for Trigger magazine.
Image: A painting for sale at the talented Chris Bishop's Pretty Girls & Robots site.
You Ain't No What?
As part of our Friday afternoon film series (Week 1: My Summer of Love) Emma and I went to see Lila Says, which was dark but very good. It was a difficult film, as the main character endured brutal violence as the appalling "consequence" of her decidedly unfeminine behavior (at odds, of course, with her exquisitely feminine sex appeal). Nonetheless, it was an important story that needed to be told and Emma and I decided to continue our conversation about the film's larger themes and narrative implications at Palacinka.
As soon as we stepped out of the theater, I realized that, in my tank top, above-the-knee-length skirt, and flip-flops, I was uncomfortably cold in the drizzling rain. Reluctantly, I asked if we could stop in a nearby store so that I could buy an extra layer of warmth. I found something marginally tolerable on sale, and couldn't help but notice the aural onslaught that is Gwen Stefani's "Hollaback Girl", playing on the in-store sound system and a subtle, oversized plasma screen behind the register. I can't claim to be one of those people who delights in all things Gwen Stefani, or envies her allegedly quirky pizazz. In fact, I have no idea what she's talking about most of the time. Never thought I'd say this -- except just this once maybe -- but thank god for the "probing analysis" of the OC Weekly.
Written on the Wall
As I may have mentioned I am moving soon to another apartment, hopefully downtown with a capital D. Tonight as I was walking over from SoHo to the East Village with a friend, we headed North through Chinatown and passed a NEON LIGHT STORE. And I realized that's the first thing I'm going to have to acquire for my new pad. But what should it say? Commentary appreciated and enjoyed, as always.
Maybe a memorable line from My Summer of Love? "It's like a strange cathedral."
Other possibilities (although likely too long for neon, non?): "I never miss a chance to have sex or appear on television." - Gore Vidal, or "If everything is under control, you are going too slow." - Mario Andretti.
[pictured: the sign at Lolita, my favorite bar in New York]
Related: Bruce Nauman's "The True Artist Helps The World..."
"A Tuesday Afternoon: 1978"
Warning: The following link features my friend's DELIRIOUSLY PORNOGRAPHIC street art that is definitely not safe for work, if that's where you spend most of your time online. I love the remixed "No Parking" sign in particular, but the sticker's clever, too.
Ah, Bambi Legs.
Chocolate Mole
Despite being a devoted reader and fan of Moleskinerie, I did not actually own a Moleskine notebook of my own until recently (mostly due to the fact that I overindulged at Monoprix last time I was in France and have enough grid-patterned Clarefontaine notebooks to last quite a while).
Last week a friend gave me a Moleskine notebook and I didn't know it, but -- oh, how I've been missing out! It's luxe just to behold as there is no substitute for the substantive weight of quality and obvious attention paid to details.
I've been reluctant to write in it, as I like to differentiate between writing for work and writing for pleasure and I have been spending most of my time working lately. Tonight, it's the best of both worlds, as, Moleskine in hand, I'm going to be covering the Swoon show at Deitch Projects for Trigger.
Related: Paper Faces, Paper Cities, by Pitchaya Sudbanthad for The Morning News; Lovemarks: Moleskine.
Bollywood Calling
Cory Bush, of the v.v. entertaining Mr. Bush Goes To India, is on his way to becoming a household name via television sets from Bangalore to beyond.
Many Questions, Few Answers
The Economist on the terrorist attacks in London.
Triple Lotus
- Lotus street art by Betamaxxx.
- [The art of eavesdropping] -- like, a plague?
- A darling review of Le Lotus Bleu.
