9 posts tagged “art”
About a year and a half ago I was really into making self portraits in which I was doing awesome things, like stabbing myself in the face with a pencil or discovering ants in my kitchen. Apparently Tiny Pic deleted them all from MySpace, so they are gone forever. That's pretty sad. Thankfully I found this one on Facebook of me scoring a slam dunk.
My art show went well. Everyone was really awesome. I met an enchanting Parisian man and his model-esque wifey, If you want to buy my art, you can check out the Show Cave in Echo Park. You should buy it. I want to buy a pink Vespa. I'm not saving for a house because I don't need that much space to die alone in.
I genuinely feel like I've chosen to surround myself with some pretty special people in my day to day-- if I didn't have friends like Ed, Kendall and Slippy in my life I would probably die a broken-hearted mess.
Fuck, you guys. This town is pretty hard sometimes, ya know?
Shhiiitttt...
This weekend I'm showing a piece I conceptualized at my friend Rodney's art show. Here's the flier:
You’re not mistaking yourselves, that is indeed the worst Photoshop project ever. Maybe I should stay away from the internet.
I was thinking about the buddy cop genre in relation to tumblr. Who would be the Crockett and Tubbs, the Tango and Cash, the Chan and Tucker (oh man) of the tumblr world? I have at least three or four favorite duos on this space. And they all have something that none of the buddy cop movies that I’ve seen have: boobs.
I apologize profusely for the terrible photoshop job, but here’s Kendall and Molly. Everybody probably met Molly yesterday and learned that Mary Rambin does hate what she wore, but they both have rad tumblrs: here and there. They post videos of whatever they feel like talking about, and sometimes engage in karate (well at least Molly does). The only thing missing from this buddy cop duo is the actual crime fighting, but otherwise, good job.
There are others, surely, but the bottom line is, the ladies of tumblr are setting it off. Like rocket ships. Dudes gotta step up their game, not as a matter of any sort of competition, ladies. We just gotta do it, and do it right.
AND
PUN!
I think Banksy is amazing. My friend Eric thinks he's lame.
Well, OK. I disagree. His art makes me (and I'm sure others) have a strong emotional reaction. That's pretty huge. It is getting more and more difficult for people to appreciate artists. How many artists that are currently working today can you think of off the top of your head?
I agree that his message may come across a little bit sensational, but I appreciate shocking, overstated stuff. It shows passion, perhaps even some sort of instinctual desire to get a point across. Almost desperation. I love that.
Here are some of my favorite pieces of his:
Kendall and I had a blast last night. I would say that one party we went to was definitely better than the other, but that neither would have been as worth while if we hadn't been together.
I went to bed no earlier than nine AM, but was up by noon because I'm a masochist. I spent the day rearranging furniture in my apartment because taking the day completely off felt lazy and wasteful.
I still haven't unpacked entirely from my move in June, partly due to my schedule and partly due to complete denial of my situation. (It's not that I hate LA or Koreatown or even my apartment, I just can't deal with life. This includes checking my mailbox. I never do it. I just don't want to know what's in there. I realize that this is insane person behavior.) One of the things I've really failed to do is make my place homey like my last apartment. By "homey" I really just mean putting the things up on the walls that I like to look at. What's that? Newspaper clippings, postcards, drawings done by friends, et c. I've been avoiding this for two reasons: 1) it's a really big project that involves lots and lots of thought and planning and 2) I wasn't sure if I was comfortable living like a serial killer anymore. You know what I mean... like that scene in Se7en when they break into Spacey's apartment and it's covered with newspaper clippings of the people he targets? That's my idea of a sweet design scheme.
Well, I thought about it and this is what I've concluded: The reason I am uncomfortable living like that is because it doesn't feel particularly adult... but BREAKTHROUGH: I pay big-girl money all by my big-girl self for my big-girl apartment that I work really hard to maintain. That's adult enough for me! I can decorate this bitch however I see fit.
And so I started building back up what I used to have:
Yes, I am watching 90210 Season 2 on DVD.
I believe they were inspired when I reminded him that Goldberg wasn't celebrating Christmas Eve because Goldberg is a Jew, and therefor the day was simply Getting Chinese Food and Going to the Movies Eve. Anyway, I love them. The detail on Goldberg's is hilarious.
My apartment is huge and kind of bare. I kind of hate it right now. I want to throw away everything I own and move to a studio somewhere else in Koreatown but realistically that can't happen, so I'll just try and make this situation more interesting and livable.
I want to get posters printed for really cheap. I only need one of each of them. Any suggestions?
I'm going to take my favorite PostSecret cards blown up on posters. I just figure they won't be something I get tired of looking at and I have tons of wall space. Also, I like to feel sorry for myself and cry a lot, so these will definitely facilitate that.
Ideally, I'd like to pay under ten bucks for each poster because I'm going to want 15-20 of them.
Actually, ideally they would be for free... but if that can't happen they should be really cheap.
If you have any ideas, email me. THANKKKKSSSS
Oh snap! Yes he did! That's fucked up!
That poor chick is just trying to have sex with him, and he's on top of her thinking of expressionist paintings? Who is this guy? Just be glad that there's a vagina attached to that face and that you're not alone in exactly the way you should be.
