Pink Hair Strikes AGAIN!

I am so jealous...

from the facehunter.

Thrifting in Chicago

I finally received in the mail the memory card I had left in Chicago, so now I can overshare with all y'all. Like this time time Kirsten and I went thrifting. We stopped in a furniture store because I just can't help myself. So what if I can't take it home?
Aren't the walls crazy awesome? I mean, yes, the colors are kinda barf-y, but the idea is super sweet. I could see this done with tone on tone, or pink on red...that might be a bit much.... whatever I'd probably love it.
And then I was really jealous of anyone who could buy this chair in Chicago. Its like an Eames lounger, but cooler because it isn't. Its a one of a kind and unique and I like that.
Look at all these adorable totzkes you can get for your place, if you live in Chicago. I have to say New York City thrift stores are really picked over. These sorts of things are not common place.

Photos of photos

I really enjoyed these photos from the Parson's MFA open studios. A hint of humor, a second glance is required.
I hate mounting anything with push pins- I'll let it slide because its only an open studio...

Art-o-rama: Parson's take one

So- this is what happens after art school ends. The floor falls out and this entire fantasy land that is a community where everyone talks about art just no longer exists. If one moves to NYC then one no longer has any sort of real studio space, and their poor roommate has to suffer a cluttered living room full of art making stuffs. There is no critical discourse, no exhibition, no fostering of the creative from one's peers.
This is why I LOVE going to the MFA open studios in New York. Last week Parson's, Hunter, and Columbia had their kiddies open up their studios and let me in. And anyone who wanted free wine. And I got to tell them art kids what I thought or their work, which I'm sure they really wanted to hear all about it.
Here is a small selection from Parson's. I have so many photos and not enough time to process them all, or edit them down. But this is a start.
Charley was my accomplice. He was a way good sport about me geeking out and talking to everyone who interested me.
Here he is, after we filled out a scantron. This work was from the great Chris Mansour who went to undergrad with me.

Not that I found these particularly interesting, but they reminded me of little Eames birds, on really big poops. I hope someone brought that up during crit.
This work was done by my former boss when I was working in Chicago. It was so crazy to walk in and be all like- HEY! I know you! And you're MARRIED?
My brian exploded a bit, and then Charley and I admired his landscape which only came to its truest form when viewed through the binoculars.
Charley said he had this book as a child. Weird. It's all MILF-y and Jesus-ey at the same time.
This makes Charley important.
The Importance of Being Charley.

Regifting

On the wall at Parson's. Sometimes I like the stuff around the studios more than I like the intended work.
This reminds me of when a pal will call me up to come over and look through their give away clothes before they are given away. Except I always want it.
That's what she said.

Gear Up: Bicycle Safety n' you!

Hey Ladies and Gents! Without any further adieu here it is, the Film Festival Cut of Phillip and I's winning Public Service Announcement!

i do

so lately, I've become kinda interested in watching crappy television. Well that isn't that recent....
but as of late I've been watching so much wedding channel and lifetime "stupid shows about weddings." I don't know why? Its not like that sort of thing is anywhere near close in my personal lifeline. And these women are so... stupid. I especially hate Bridezilla. In a I-can't-stop-watching-this-crazy-bitch sort of way.
So last night I got to thinking about my wedding, my imaginary wedding.... okay anyway so all these stupid women want flowers on everything. I don't really care about flowers, aesthetically or otherwise, and I think that its incredibly wasteful, both monetarily and environmentally. Plus its impersonal, its just what everyone does for thier wedding. WELL I AIN'T BUYING IT! This thought process led me to thinking about robots and dinosaurs and the like for my centerpieces. RIGHT?! I know!
Like every table would have something that me and my future husband were interested in, as the themes, and maybe we could scout vintage and thrift shops for old fifties toys and make the BALLEREST center pieces. And like one could be mini Eames chairs. Except those are mad expensive. But probably cheaper than a shit ton of flowers. And way more personal to me and mines. And then when you got your table assignment it would just have your name on a card in the shape of a T-Rex. But the classiest T-Rex, not one for five year olds but for married people. Duh. And then you would know you're at the dinosaur table. And who wouldn't be happy at the dinosaur table, I'd like to know?

I went to the Parson's, Hunter, and Columbia open studios this week- artsy fartsy photos to come.