October 2008
82 posts
Kanye West launches his new record by... →
Cool. (via sympathyfortheartgallery)
Bacon is the new Pirates.
– Sexartandpolitics, on the bacon meme.
For those of you not native to my hometown, The Electropop Explosion is Northwest Ohio’s answer to, I guess, MisShapes, Sirkus and dash of CBGB’s — albeit watered down, artificially sweetened and 13 months behind New York, but it’s what we’ve got. Anyway, here is the promo for this year’s Halloween bash, which I find genuinely creepy, stalkerish and really fun.
“I performed at a show at the MoMA. There was this big dinner there, and I was seated in this hall with the mayor of New York and all these extremely wealthy art-supporting and art-buying people. There was a piece of work hanging in the hall—it was a fan. This fan was supposed to swing by the momentum of its own propeller. So, while we were having dinner, the fan was stopped, and the guy...
Impressionism.
If people had to get to know me solely through Luke’s Twitter, they might get the impression I’m a bad person, or something.
Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.
– Pablo Picasso.
It’s asking a great deal that things should appeal to your reason as well...
– W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage (1915).
The most fun thing you will do this week. →
Helpful hints:
Click the door three times and then click the deer.
Click the light switch.
Click the empty frames.
Click the shaded windows.
Play with the globe.
OMG.
Let them eat Mac.
Carlos: $2000 for the computer + iPod.
Luke: p.s. you're never allowed to complain about not having any money
Luke: you just spent like 10 days in Cali and on the day of your return you blow 2000
Carlos: I pulled a you -- I'm completely fucking broke, and I celebrated it.
Carlos: I'm a recessionista.
Luke: oooh i like that
By the way, I agree with McCain (!!) on sugar cane tariffs, because Mexican Coke...
– Mir, via Twitter.
Safe and (making) sound.
After ping-ponging from this airport to that plane for 20 fucking hours, I’ve finally made it home. I have never in my life had such an egregious travel fiasco as I did flying across the country today. But I don’t want to focus on that.
* I have the best friends in the whole world. Everyone converging in San Francisco was so surreal, so amazing.
* Jon, I love you.
* Saw my first...
The last word on Peyton.
Elizabeth Peyton, Self Portrait (I’m too lazy to research the date).
I also saw that YouTube video, and I agree Laura Hoptman spewed a mouthful of bullshit about Peyton’s work being conceptual. The appeal of her work is mostly visceral and a lot of smart people have a problem admitting that. I’ll be the first to admit my fanboy love for Marc Jacobs, Chloë Sevigny and Ludwig...
Finelli: But I also woke up about an hour prior to that thinking I was having a heart attack, but went back to bed because I couldn't be bothered to have a heart attack.
Savor the mystery of the ages
Elizabeth Peyton, Piotr on Couch (1996).
A few thoughts about the Elizabeth Peyton show at the New Museum, in the order that I had them: 1. Why does everyone look the same in her portraits? Hair comes in tendrils; lashes are nothing but inky; jawbones are dashingly sharp, noses be aquiline… 2. Also, the eyes! Everyone from Frida Kahlo to Jarvis Cocker to Napoleon has a knowing-yet-innocent...