Dinner Guests

We had a dinner party at our apartment. These photos are the after. We invited artist David Horvitz. If you go to his website, he sells "interactive work" at all price points. For example you can give him a dollar and he will think of you for a minute and send you e-mails to document the piece. Or you can give him thousands of dollars and he will take a trip to a beach with star sand and send that back to you. We decided that instead of a monetary amount, we would give him food, and then he could give us... conversation? company? whatever. He invited two of his friends who were great and smart and kind including Luke from Lucky Dragons (playing tomorrow night!)
Then they attacked wikipedia and edited some posts concerning themselves.


Band photo?


P.S. check out our FUSCHIA HALLWAY. I'd be jealous too.

Dancin kidz.

I went to this great middle eastern restaurant (where one can smoke hookah if one so desires) and there were these kids standing in the doorway halfway through our meal, dancing. I took video. Sorry its sideways.

Beauty Bar and a farewell Cat!

Cat, the former artist in our residence, met this dashing gingham dressed gent at Beauty Bar. We all got our nailz did, 'cause for ten dollars you get a drink and a manicure. Fabulous. Cat got one finger blue, the rest pink. She left in the middle of the night and we won't be seeing her again! If you ever travel to Perth, look out for this fancy photographer.

Guggenheim: Cai Guo-Qiang

The Guggenheim is one of the best places to really see art. It feels like they just give the artist free reign to do as the please in the space. What you get is from the horses mouth art. Just the way it was intended to be viewed. My first Gugg visit was a Claus Oldenburg exhibit. I've also seen Mathew Barney. This time it was Cai Guo-Qiang. Amazing, it was all explosions, objects hanging from the ceiling, a river with a boat you could travel in, and a shit ton of stuffed animal wolves. Photography was not really allowed so I snuck a few in.


Later we went to Union Square and introduced our lovely Aussie artist in our residence to the exhibitionists in the space. We made her take photos with all of them.

Columbia University Graduation

My very best friend for a gazllion years graduated on Wed morning. It was very boring. Every single undergrad and grad from every single school was there, graduating. I sat through it hoping at the end all 5000 of them would throw their caps in the air. That did not happen, so basically it was a bust.

New York Design Week

Came and went so fast I am still spinning. Last night was my first night not in heels at a party (or two or three). The grand finale was a gold themed party at the Four Seasons hosted by Met Home.
Highlights included:
ICFF 2008
Meeting much of the Blu Dot staff and designers
Seeing my boss (tiny tiny) stand next to Dwell Editor in Chief, Sam Grawe
Going to the Vitra party and making a Jasper Morrison sighting

and of course- going to a party at the Rubin Chapelle store, which is also the "Elanor Waldorf" store in Gossip Girl

Not Design Week related, I much enjoyed dancing at Darkroom with my most favorite Nijah, and all four of my very bestest friends from high school managed to be in the same place at the same time. History was made.

Style Wars

The idea for style wars was project runway meets a five minute time limit sent through a mega art school filter, and down the runway comes amazingly creative, one of a kind pieces.

What it actually turned out being was a big group of people drinking tons of free stoli, a shit sound system, and lots of poles in the way from being able to take a decent shot of the runway itself.
Introducing the newest member of the Long Red Heads Club. Someone should tell him, not everyone can be Andre J.We got bored with the actual event and grabbed some more free stoli before jetting over to nearby Le Royale. I love it there, perhaps too much. Terry ended up giving us more and more free booze, which I couldn't take anymore and started doling out to the gents.

A happy group on their way home.
I held on to the subway seat for support on the ride back to the BK and I drank an entire litre of seltzer before I went to sleep, so I wasn't really that hung over. Drinking water always does the trizzick.

Brooklyn Graffiti

Sometimes its a little overwhelming. This one is in Greenpoint.

New York Studio Program

So, for those of you who are , like myself, no longer in college , let me alert you to the fact that for many of those still in school, the semester is mostly over, if not completely. That means if you go to art school you've got to put on some sort of show. The New York Studio Program (A bunch of art school's from the country send their kids to DUMBO to play in their own private studio for a semester) was no different. Art galore!


Illustrations from Caroline Carlsmith.
Installation by Natalie Labriola.





Crazy ass chair, silhouettes, and other chicken related stuffs, Romy Maloon.
Mustaches, amazing.

Brooklyn Botanical Gardens

This past Sunday was the last day of the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens' Cherry Blossom Festival. The weather was perfect, and the gardens were beautiful. The festival itself was horrible. Surrounding us wherever we went was blaring pop music. There was nothing traditional or "Japanesey" about the fest. The blossoms were in full bloom but there was a tent running down the middle of the blossom "lane," mostly destroying the aesthetic beauty of the landscape. I managed to take photographs that make everything look really nice.
We left and ran to Prospect Park, it's neighbor, and got lost. Caroline revealed her true geek by identifying birds every five feet. Apparently, Prospect Park is a NYC birder's paradise...who knew?

Modern dancers, doin' their thing.
Afterward we went to a rooftop bbq, and were able to enjoy the sunset.
A perfect end to a pleasant day.

Dancin' Fool

One thing that is important to know is that I am a dancin' fool, and I particualrly love to swing dance. SO when a swing dancing event found itself in my e-mail, I jumped on it. I went to this swing dancing event at Galapagos in B-berg. I thought it would be really cool, lots of swing dancing, jive turkeys, big band etc. But it was TERRIBLE. Don't go to a swinghouse monthly event if you actually want to swing dance. They kept interrupting any potential swinging with a bunch of "side show vaudeville" acts that could have been cool IF I didn't want to dance... and if they weren't tacky. The ventriloquist, Carla Rhodes, was at least whitty and sarcastic.
The next act was dumb. To be creative (?) they took this long plastic straw and strung it through both their noses and mouths, then the dude drank wine through the straw. I felt like they were trying to be shocking while it really came off as annoying.
The only saving grace was this amazing jug band, although no jugs seemed to be involved, only washboards. Still, the Jug Addicts made some good jams, finally something to swing to! Except there were maybe four people who actaully were dancing, I guess the mood was pretty dead by then.
In the other room was a fantasticly entertaining and talented hip hop duo, and at the end of the night, most of the swing kids ended up over here. I can't blame them, there was this:

WTF is with Forever 21 Mannequins?

These photos are from the Union Square Forever 21. I don't get it. Not only are they really poorly styled, but the poses? Look at them getting all dirty in the back of the line.
Zebra print underwear with a orange coat and knee highs! Fashion!
I mean... It is Forever 21.