I just threw this picture in because it is brilliant advertisment photography. The way the car's wizzing by. And the tag was Flirty Girl. You bet we're flirty.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Ashley, Liza, Lauren and What's Her Name
Neither of these is actually our car but... She looks more like this one, but She's a four door with no hubs. Gangsta
I just threw this picture in because it is brilliant advertisment photography. The way the car's wizzing by. And the tag was Flirty Girl. You bet we're flirty.
I just threw this picture in because it is brilliant advertisment photography. The way the car's wizzing by. And the tag was Flirty Girl. You bet we're flirty.
Anyisawkanyewest,
it was a total fluke at Newark international. But there we were Kanye West, Amber Rose and I huddled next to each other while passing through airport security. Never thought I say it but thank you airport security. I recognized her first, actually, as they came through the parking lot doors at my periphery and I thought I bet that's Kanye West. A revelation I know. Anyway I figured that would be that, because I was getting on line for airport security and they had just arrived, but instead their airport attendant walked them right up next to me and whisked them through, just ahead of me. I could have said hi while they were waiting for their paperwork to be cleared, but he was feeling all up on Ms. Rose's butt, so I didn't bother. She was pretty, tall, very natural, wearing her glasses and a not much, if any make-up. Her outfit was not cute though and ratty, sorry hun. They of course got their own scanner, but I passed through simultaneously, separated by a thing sheet of Plexiglas. And as Kanye puts his spotless kicks on the conveyor we lock eyes for a long second...
Friday, March 27, 2009
Diva is a female version of a huster
I'm sorry you can think her music is vapid but this woman is the hardest working bitch in showbiz right now. And she is by the far the most talented performer. You can take your Rhianna, even Modonna nobody can touch this Girl's talent. She just works it!
Sunday, March 22, 2009
The San Francisco Chronicle may become the first non-profit National paper
Click here to read the article from Gawker's Ryan Tate
The District episode 5
OMG I am out of town so I missed this when it aired, but I love that Jessie and Dan starred on the District this week. Amazing
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Pacaya
I promise I will post more in the next few days about my time in Boston and NYC, and yes I will give details about my run in with Kanye West and his lady friend at Newark. But for now I just wanted to post this image of Pacaya, the volcano that my mum and I are hiking tomorrow. Buenos Días.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Boston and Beyond
DC was amazing. It really had been too long. My last trip to DC was in early 2002, and it didn't feel like a good time in the capitol. It was twitchy;I remember flying in with five of my high school classmates and our history teacher. The country was in such rough shape and there were all these strange precautionary measures, and veiled paranoia was rampant. The effect was felt most profoundly on our arrival at Dulles. It was announced several hours into the flight that nobody would be permitted to get out of their seat for forty five minutes prior to landing. And it was the way it was done, not tidy, like at the beginning of the flight, as in, this is airline policy. It felt very ad hoc. Anyway things have settled, and everyone in DC is so full of "hope" it is disgusting/thrilling. It was a very flirtatious city, this time around, which proved a nice change from puritanical Toronto. Prompting the question why are Canadians were so prudish? Or is it me, perhaps I am lost in translation. And I can only say that having been bombarded with "damn, let me get some of that," and "white girl is fine" so many times in the District it was comical, and flattering. Nell and I were propositioned for a threesome, and trust me it has been a few years since anyone wanted to include me in group sex. Anyway, as I already posted Robert Frank was a highlight in DC, but Boston proved even more stimulating. I went ICA my first day in Beantown. That is after I checked in at the Palace - otherwise known as the YWCA.
ICA had a special exhibit of Shepard Fairey, who everyone knows because of the Obama image
But actually when you see his other work the Obama looks primitive by comparison. He is so critical and thought provoking that the Obama images seems placative and shallow in comparison.
The ICA also has a great permanent collection which features among others a couple of great Nan Goldins'.
That last one, reminds me of a very ex-rated internet conversation between and old friend and me, my last day in DC, which I wont repeat because it isn't proper. I only bring it up because it reiterated my point that celibacy has more to do with Toronto than it has to do with me? Maybe I am a better flirt at home in America. Anyway, I digress.
Thursday I went out to Brandeis, and had a sincerely depressing day. I am not sure why. I mean the art could hardly be considered a let down, but i don`t know if it was worth the train trip to Waltham. I missed a train back to Boston by three minute, and had to wait two hours. I was not impressed. One thing that did impress me was the special exhibit of Hans Hoffman, and what was particularly remarkable about it was that I loved it. And that makes me different than every other twenty something art snob - and o to be different. Paul and Virginia both HATE Hans and I felt good to have found my own voice and aesthetic eye, even if I couldn't articulate what they were missing. The Hoffman's had so much energy and vitality, and the guy was seventy in 1950, when he produced his most influential work.
After I got back from Waltham I went to the MFA, which I wasn't sure I was even interested in, and thank god I went. MFA is amazing. It is, as Paul said, one of the most important museums in the country. And they have some amazing work. I was only a little disappointed that the modern and contemporary wings are under construction. And on my way out, after the Hoppers and the Pollack, the Holzer, and the Kara Walker, I saw a Karel Appel, which actually made me jump up and down with glee. Appel is so little known in North America and I have never seen another piece of his work anywhere outside of CoBrA - so I definitely felt like I was in on a secret.
I didn't make it to the Isabella Stewart house, which was disappointing but I guess the solace there is that I know it isn't going anywhere. But Boston had plenty of other successes for me. Not only did the Bruins beat Ottawa while I was in town, but I got to have dinner with my Aunt Debbie and Uncle John who I haven't seen in probably a decade, at least. And then Friday evening it was over and I found myself on the Fung Wah bus, to NYC's Chinatown.
So here I am back in "the City" and today I met Virginia at her studio at Hunter. To take a look at her latest work. Then I went up to Robert Miller, to see the Niedermayer show. Luckily Paul had a few minutes to spare and so we did a Chelsea tour together. I am not sure what the rest of the weekend will entail, but I am getting more and more excited to see my mum Monday at the airport when we head down to Guatemala. It is sure to be almost as good as Lisa eating the dark meat of a chicken wing in from of a Gauguin. Forgive me the bad inside joke.
ICA had a special exhibit of Shepard Fairey, who everyone knows because of the Obama image
But actually when you see his other work the Obama looks primitive by comparison. He is so critical and thought provoking that the Obama images seems placative and shallow in comparison.
The ICA also has a great permanent collection which features among others a couple of great Nan Goldins'.
That last one, reminds me of a very ex-rated internet conversation between and old friend and me, my last day in DC, which I wont repeat because it isn't proper. I only bring it up because it reiterated my point that celibacy has more to do with Toronto than it has to do with me? Maybe I am a better flirt at home in America. Anyway, I digress.Thursday I went out to Brandeis, and had a sincerely depressing day. I am not sure why. I mean the art could hardly be considered a let down, but i don`t know if it was worth the train trip to Waltham. I missed a train back to Boston by three minute, and had to wait two hours. I was not impressed. One thing that did impress me was the special exhibit of Hans Hoffman, and what was particularly remarkable about it was that I loved it. And that makes me different than every other twenty something art snob - and o to be different. Paul and Virginia both HATE Hans and I felt good to have found my own voice and aesthetic eye, even if I couldn't articulate what they were missing. The Hoffman's had so much energy and vitality, and the guy was seventy in 1950, when he produced his most influential work.
After I got back from Waltham I went to the MFA, which I wasn't sure I was even interested in, and thank god I went. MFA is amazing. It is, as Paul said, one of the most important museums in the country. And they have some amazing work. I was only a little disappointed that the modern and contemporary wings are under construction. And on my way out, after the Hoppers and the Pollack, the Holzer, and the Kara Walker, I saw a Karel Appel, which actually made me jump up and down with glee. Appel is so little known in North America and I have never seen another piece of his work anywhere outside of CoBrA - so I definitely felt like I was in on a secret.
I didn't make it to the Isabella Stewart house, which was disappointing but I guess the solace there is that I know it isn't going anywhere. But Boston had plenty of other successes for me. Not only did the Bruins beat Ottawa while I was in town, but I got to have dinner with my Aunt Debbie and Uncle John who I haven't seen in probably a decade, at least. And then Friday evening it was over and I found myself on the Fung Wah bus, to NYC's Chinatown.
So here I am back in "the City" and today I met Virginia at her studio at Hunter. To take a look at her latest work. Then I went up to Robert Miller, to see the Niedermayer show. Luckily Paul had a few minutes to spare and so we did a Chelsea tour together. I am not sure what the rest of the weekend will entail, but I am getting more and more excited to see my mum Monday at the airport when we head down to Guatemala. It is sure to be almost as good as Lisa eating the dark meat of a chicken wing in from of a Gauguin. Forgive me the bad inside joke.
Friday, March 13, 2009
LOreal - Double Extension Beauty Tubes
The fact that I don't actually know what they are saying is irrelavant to the point. First Linda Evangelista is great, and she does mascara so well. Second the phalic image of your eyelashes being magically extended visa via the white primer, magic paste is amazing. Positively worth it.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Notes from the Road
I know I have been a bad travel blogger lately, but I have been gathering material non-stop. Got into New York Thursday afternoon, and went straight to the Armory Show. The Armory was overwhelming, and not entirely satisfying. There is something about the fair, which reminds me of a flea market. And when you see a Cecily Brown in a stall rather than a museum it does something to you, makes you feel a bit cheap and dirty.
But it is a once in a lifetime opportunity to see some of those works. Galleries from all over the world bring pieces that you might never see. And there are artists who's work is never going to have a retrospective at the Guggenheim, but who are incredible. Plus the Armory VIP is chalk full of good art gossip. I got an earful about the satellite events in NYC. One of which Paul, Virginia and I went to in Long Island City. Vanessa Beecroft, the artist made famous by her works with naked models proved to be the shallowest event of the fair. There was one highlight for me, and that was seeing two works by Ryan McGinley, which a gallery from San Francisco had on offer. Not the image bellow, but from the same series. They were beautiful, and reasonably priced around 10k. If only I was in the market
Paul and I also went to see the MFA show at Hunter, which was largely forgettable, but there were a few standouts, and overall it wasn't a total bust. Afterward we went down to the meatpacking district and met the biz for dinner and drinks. We had a great time, gossiping about NYC, Toronto, fashion, art and theatre. Does it get better than that? Friday I spent the day with Virginia, we went to the MOMA, and I was totally impressed by Martin Kippenberger, who's work is not only funny and thoughtful, but also surprisingly beautiful and well balanced.
We also went to the Frick, which I had never been to, and really loved. I think it is too bad the upper levels of the house are not open to the public, but the art was phenomenal. I mean they have three Vermeer's - three. That is feet considering there are only about forty in the entire world. The house is also incredibly beautiful and makes me long for a era long gone, when property of that size and grandeur wasn't gaudy but completely appropriate.
Saturday I took the train to DC, to see my high school friend Nell. She lives at the Stanford House in DC, and while it is technically a dorm, imagine living in an embassy, because that is what it is like. The Stanford house has an in house gallery, who last show is now on at the Smithsonian, not bad eh. Nell took me out Saturday night with a bunch of her friends, and while had a good time, I couldn't help but wonder if DC isn't still a segregated city.
Sunday we did an art marathon, taking in the Louise Bourgeois show at the Hirshhorn.
I love her spiders and I know that she is extremely influential and important, but I was more impressed with the Hirshhorn's director Terence Gower's piece about Hirshhorn's plans to develop a modern utopian community in the wilderness of Canada, slated to be called Hirshhorn, Ontario. The town never materialized but the piece at the museum was unreal, and made me wonder what is in Hirshhorn, Ontario? I bet it isn't nearly as cool or efficient as Hirshhorn would have been. Next we went to the Smithsonian Portrait Gallery and the Art in America museum. The Smithsonian has a few pieces by my current favourite Edward Hopper including Cape Cod, which might be one of my favourite pieces of all times.
Her wistful expression says it all. Then Nell and I had to separate and I went to hear a concert at the Phillips, which I missed because I was so enraptured by the Rothko room. I mean is there anything as spellbinding as a room full of Rothko's? I don't think so.
The Phillips also had a special exhibit of Morandi, who I had never seen before, and who work was both whimsical and significant. Morandi makes me rethink the way we define objects, by demonstrating that nothing can be as debilitating to creativity as the eye. We are so set in our ways of viewing objects that it can be easy to forget that the only thing making a cup a cup is the word itself. Sublime
Today I am off to the Supreme Court to see if I can sit in on a hearing. It is probably going to be more dull than it sounds but I think it's a novel idea. Then I am off to the National Gallery to take a look at this. Tomorrow, I am planning on heading to Boston, but I haven't finalized my plans yet so I will have to let you know. Hope you have had as exciting a weekend? O yea did I mention, I have been wearing skirts for two days.
But it is a once in a lifetime opportunity to see some of those works. Galleries from all over the world bring pieces that you might never see. And there are artists who's work is never going to have a retrospective at the Guggenheim, but who are incredible. Plus the Armory VIP is chalk full of good art gossip. I got an earful about the satellite events in NYC. One of which Paul, Virginia and I went to in Long Island City. Vanessa Beecroft, the artist made famous by her works with naked models proved to be the shallowest event of the fair. There was one highlight for me, and that was seeing two works by Ryan McGinley, which a gallery from San Francisco had on offer. Not the image bellow, but from the same series. They were beautiful, and reasonably priced around 10k. If only I was in the market
Paul and I also went to see the MFA show at Hunter, which was largely forgettable, but there were a few standouts, and overall it wasn't a total bust. Afterward we went down to the meatpacking district and met the biz for dinner and drinks. We had a great time, gossiping about NYC, Toronto, fashion, art and theatre. Does it get better than that? Friday I spent the day with Virginia, we went to the MOMA, and I was totally impressed by Martin Kippenberger, who's work is not only funny and thoughtful, but also surprisingly beautiful and well balanced.
We also went to the Frick, which I had never been to, and really loved. I think it is too bad the upper levels of the house are not open to the public, but the art was phenomenal. I mean they have three Vermeer's - three. That is feet considering there are only about forty in the entire world. The house is also incredibly beautiful and makes me long for a era long gone, when property of that size and grandeur wasn't gaudy but completely appropriate.Saturday I took the train to DC, to see my high school friend Nell. She lives at the Stanford House in DC, and while it is technically a dorm, imagine living in an embassy, because that is what it is like. The Stanford house has an in house gallery, who last show is now on at the Smithsonian, not bad eh. Nell took me out Saturday night with a bunch of her friends, and while had a good time, I couldn't help but wonder if DC isn't still a segregated city.
Sunday we did an art marathon, taking in the Louise Bourgeois show at the Hirshhorn.
I love her spiders and I know that she is extremely influential and important, but I was more impressed with the Hirshhorn's director Terence Gower's piece about Hirshhorn's plans to develop a modern utopian community in the wilderness of Canada, slated to be called Hirshhorn, Ontario. The town never materialized but the piece at the museum was unreal, and made me wonder what is in Hirshhorn, Ontario? I bet it isn't nearly as cool or efficient as Hirshhorn would have been. Next we went to the Smithsonian Portrait Gallery and the Art in America museum. The Smithsonian has a few pieces by my current favourite Edward Hopper including Cape Cod, which might be one of my favourite pieces of all times.
Her wistful expression says it all. Then Nell and I had to separate and I went to hear a concert at the Phillips, which I missed because I was so enraptured by the Rothko room. I mean is there anything as spellbinding as a room full of Rothko's? I don't think so.
The Phillips also had a special exhibit of Morandi, who I had never seen before, and who work was both whimsical and significant. Morandi makes me rethink the way we define objects, by demonstrating that nothing can be as debilitating to creativity as the eye. We are so set in our ways of viewing objects that it can be easy to forget that the only thing making a cup a cup is the word itself. Sublime
Today I am off to the Supreme Court to see if I can sit in on a hearing. It is probably going to be more dull than it sounds but I think it's a novel idea. Then I am off to the National Gallery to take a look at this. Tomorrow, I am planning on heading to Boston, but I haven't finalized my plans yet so I will have to let you know. Hope you have had as exciting a weekend? O yea did I mention, I have been wearing skirts for two days.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The Snuggie gets its day in the sun
Image courtesy of the NY Times.
In addition to publishing that amazing picture of a young lady out for a night on the town in her snuggie, there was a great article about the new celebrity product.
For Cameron - I Want to Break Free
I was wrong it wasn't Killer Queen. Probably why you couldn't find it.
Just so you aren't disappointed.
* Just an update Freddie is sporting some super fierce nails in the above video. I think that deserves additional tags.
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