Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
all other uncredited photos found on you know, the internet.
Monday, December 28, 2009
photo sourced from one of my fave visual diaries: fuck you very much
little red blog of revolutionary knitting
The last thing you need to deal with during the holidays is added travel stress. Because getting up at the crack of dawn after too many Tiramisu martinis and leftover turkey isn't rough enough. Yesterday we had to arrive at the airport 2 hours earlier for added security measures. Mine & Parker's patience levels were being tested. I thought TSA was going to go apeshit on my bulging luggage, bags of foil wrapped candies and my suspiciously over sized Marc wool shawl. Fortunately we made it home in one piece.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
woodcarving, polychrome, crystal
This week I learned from Fragmented Fascinations that a group of Unicorns is referred to as a Blessing. Let me say that one more time: A Blessing. This might be common knowledge, so please disregard if this magical news is pffft to you. I clearly know nothing about anything.
Unbeknown, the unicorn world has other effing adorable group names.
If you see one unicorn with another it is called a dualcorn, followed by a tricorn, et cetera. If there are too many to count it can be referred to as a multicorn.
- furoshiki wrapping
- peeking tree cat
- you better not cry
- the post office is murderous
- love these hung stockings
- i want trophy cupcakes
- real holiday style
- bahahahaha humbug
- flocked & frocked
- big ol' awww
- I haven't gained my obligatory end of year 4lbs yet
- that white scalloped dress is perfect for dancing
- eek, it's holi day chihua hua time zomg
- nerdy domino holiday video
Monday, December 21, 2009
christophe kutner; via knight cat
I've been known to drink one too many cocktails, laugh loudly and get comfy with my shoes on your couch. I'm ready for the holidays!
source: love it or leave it; punks git cut
I've been a bit quiet lately due to the fact that my computer died and life is getting in the way of my normal routines. I am a creature of habit & routine so this sudden shift is slightly unsettling. For non jinxing reasons I will not bring up what's been getting in the way of my habitual interneting. All I'm going to say is that I am working on being considerably more optimistic about life. I'm nurturing a "YES I CAN" attitude for once. With this new forced outlook I have begun using some really random expressions and euphemisms. I actually said" gilding the lily" the other day. Really.
If you're not accustomed to hearing random idioms on a daily basis like I am (2birds1stone, in the fold, turning a new leaf, play it by ear), you can always check out the Euphemism Generator. Although I have to warn you, these damn things have a way of sneaking into your lexicon.
This unique and colorful custom is referred to as
paddling the brakes.Guess what I've been doing? That's right --
titillating the biscuits.
Needless to say, I promptly began
cancelling the perpetual flesh polka
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Untitled (Brujeria/Witchcraft) 11, 2008
gouache on paper; 11 5/8" x 16 1/2"
Be blindly optimistic for once in your life.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
A sincere thank you to everyone who sent Parker well wishes today.
I don't think she can withstand much more doggy trauma. She's so fragile that an allergic reaction to a bug bite caused her tiny face to swell up like a balloon. I kinda feel like a major dipshit for overreacting this morning and rushing to the vet instead of googling that shit. Had I done so I would have just spent $10 on over the counter benadryl versus spending much much more at the animal clinic. This is a clear cut sign that I'm going to be one of those parents isn't it?
I robbed the woods; acrylic on pinecone
I robbed the WoodsI robbed the Woods –
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious – I grasped – I bore away –
What will the solemn Hemlock –
What will the Oak tree say?
I need some woods to rob. We've actually been hunting for pine cones lately. Miami's manicured palm trees have muscled out all the natural pines. I would never commit the sin of stepping into a craft store for decorative pine cones when I know they're lying on the ground somewhere for free. Can one of my sweet followers please mail me some natural Christmasy accents?
Miami is a difficult place to live sometimes. It can be sunny and warm nearly all year round but it's difficult to adapt to the lack of seasons. Once you've experienced a shift of seasons you begin to long for spring, fall and early winter. (I'm not going to complain too much because bike ridding along the beach boardwalk in 75 degree January weather is divine.) Yesterday I did have momentary longing for New England though. Christmas still seems a little forced down here. No matter what people do it will never feel * excuse this cringe moment* like a Thomas Kinkade painting. Even with the world's largest Christmas Theme park, Miami doesn't cut it. When I spotted this piece by Erin McKenny I was immediately reminded of the brainstorming session me and my bf just had. We're hunting for of few pine cones to complete the centerpiece he's been working on. Its a little crazy to me that we can't find pine cones easily. I miss being able to step outside and be surrounded by trees and wilderness. On the other hand, I'm sure there's someone yearning to find a sand dollar or seashell right outside their home.
This is basically what my entire weekend looked like:
Kate Pfeiffer Distractions 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Laura Meyers You All Look the Same to Me, 2008
Oil paint, oil pastels, collage on canvas; 61 x 68 inches
How have you been? Did you have a nice summer? How is your wife? I have been extra good this year, so I have a long list of presents that I want...Please note the size and color of each item, and send as many as possible. If it seems too complicated, make it easy on yourself: just send money. How about tens and twenties?
excerpt from A Charlie Brown Christmas
I like many of you, I hate to sound so wanty... there are so many sites dedicated to lusting after this and that. I totally fall victim to this obsessive favorite-ing and bookmarking of stuff. I loved ESB's ten things to do instead of shopping post. The hoards of gift guides are making me ill lately. I find that too often when I browse for gifts I end up falling for crap that I feel I must have. Goddamn my needy characteristics. It's not like I plan on only giving homemade or charity gifts this year but I will make an effort to be less consumer and brandfocused this season.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I fell for Ariana Page Russell's work this past weekend. I love the idea of skin as language and blushing as fashion. I am someone who wears my emotions on my skin. Unfortunately I can't disguise my intense anger during staff meetings. My rosacea causes my face to be a frustration meter. Ariana's work discusses her relationship with her body, emotional vulnerability and fashion. Aside from relevant, I find her works to be beautiful and elegant.
A body is an index of passing time. Skin protects us as it shows shifting bones, bruising, muscles loosening and tightening, and freckles and wrinkles forming. I am interested in this as a transient fashion of skin, including the revealing way a blush decorates one’s cheek, freckles form constellations on an arm, or hair creates sheen on skin’s matte surface.
My skin is very sensitive and I blush easily. I have dermatographia, a condition in which one’s immune system releases excessive amounts of histamine, causing capillaries to dilate and welts to appear (lasting about thirty minutes) when the hypersensitive skin’s surface is lightly scratched. This allows me to painlessly draw on my skin with just enough time to photograph the results. Even though I can direct this ephemeral response by drawing on it, the reaction is involuntary, much like the uncontrollable nature of a blush.
I also make wallpaper and collage with photographs of my skin cut into decorative designs, then attached to the wall or onto board. Sometimes I use these collages to decorate my skin by scanning the patterns and turning them into temporary tattoos. Then I place the tattoos back on my body as an additional layer for the fashion of skin. The tattoos are red and pink shades of sensitivity so I can adorn myself with a longer lasting, intentional welt or blush. Rather than being frustrated by my skin’s transparency, I claim it by dressing up in the crimson hues that reveal my vulnerability. Some of the tattoos also go on the wall or window after they’ve made contact with my body, leaving traces of cells and hair, and holding a record of skin’s map.
I am investigating where one surface ends and another begins, the bloom of adornment, and how shifting exteriors reveal as they conceal.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Eeek! I gifted myself this depression-era fox fur shrug from safeasmilkvintage (cutest shop name ever).
I can't wait to meet this furry fellow! Check out that face and coloring. I'm going to wear the hell out of this woodland friend.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Here are a few camera phone snaps from this past weekend:
nathanal rogershernan cedolasnow in the design districtportia munsonallison schulnik
hairy kidsnatalia edenmontdeitch project murals
absolutely enthralled as per usual
littlest sister @spinello
ben inside a methlab