Thursday, September 24, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
07/07/09
Stand me up so I can see
My brow's horizon through shielded palm
Peering forward
Catching glimpses of advances
Ankles begin to hurt
Leaning towards visibility
Foolishness
Embed heels into posture
And cast eyes
Rest to allow eternity’s message
Non arrival
Non answer
Instead develop breathing limbs
Lift
And take your hands off me while doing so
Find it yourself
Stand me up so I can see
My brow's horizon through shielded palm
Peering forward
Catching glimpses of advances
Ankles begin to hurt
Leaning towards visibility
Foolishness
Embed heels into posture
And cast eyes
Rest to allow eternity’s message
Non arrival
Non answer
Instead develop breathing limbs
Lift
And take your hands off me while doing so
Find it yourself
NY mag's Map of Astoria hot spots
the september issue the september issue the september issue
My friend, author and professor, Sadia Shepard produced The September Issue, a documentary on Anna Wintour and the making of Vogue magazine.
I saw it at Sunshine last night, and really thought it was fantastic. Being a believer in unique personal aesthetic, I have always been willing to respect fashion and couture in a high, yet attainable regard. Therefore, it's truly a treat to see a slice of the inner workings.
Un plus....Anna Wintour exemplifies successful delegation and rapid fire decision making. I came away having learned more about the process of a generous and intrepid emblem--it should be okay to crack that unapologetic whip when there is a greater objective in focus. Even if it's regarding handbags and riding boots....
Time to renew my subscription.
This year's September Issue. The 2007 issue referred in the film's title has Sienna Miller as a cover girl.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
TAKT open studios and Golden Parachutes
(excerpt from vagabond)
Leah and Joanne, doing the "old soul" dance.
On my last full day in Berlin, Joanne had her open studios at TAKT. Before attending the open studios, Joanne and I did some running around the city and took a free ride on the tram because the machines weren't working. A few hours later, I was ticketed on the UBahn for not validating my train pass. Ah, the irony. Which reminds me, I should probably take care of that...
I also went to visit my old friends Paul and Jesi from Cat'art at their new gallery, Golden Parachutes. The space is extremely impressive and Paul and Jesi are damn near fluent in German. Way to MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN MOVIE. I admire their perseverance.
nothing to eat, paper collage
On my way out, they pointed me in the direction of Viktoria Park for an all sides view of Berlin.
TAKT Open Studios: July 2009
Paper installations by Leah Hartman-Frankel
obermauerbrucke, one of Joanne's latest from her residency and one of my favs.
sculpture and collage by Natalie Wood
textual painting by Alice White
Sabra , visual artist and stop motion animator
paintings by Antonio
Much more can be viewed by clicking on the album below.
Berlin was a slanted journey. Transitional and expectant, therefore scattered and unfinished. Many of my creative goals and aspirations were invigorated, making my scope of the future sparkly and green. I felt anxious and motivated--a not always volatile combination. It could be best described as being in a hurry or late for work while riding the subway. Door shut, can’t move, and you can only wait for your stop.
Duration duration duration
Aufvedersehen Jo Jo!
I also found myself missing my apartment and familiar faces. Running away from home will do that to you. At that point, I decided to listen to myself. On my flight back to Paris I hit the last pages of my latest notebook as I came to the realization that I should use my return ticket home and not prolong my trip. My expectations for some clarity had been met...possibly even prior to my expedition.
Duration duration duration
I do believe I have reached a clearing.
Danke Arthur!
The Paris update is next!!!
Leah and Joanne, doing the "old soul" dance.
On my last full day in Berlin, Joanne had her open studios at TAKT. Before attending the open studios, Joanne and I did some running around the city and took a free ride on the tram because the machines weren't working. A few hours later, I was ticketed on the UBahn for not validating my train pass. Ah, the irony. Which reminds me, I should probably take care of that...
I also went to visit my old friends Paul and Jesi from Cat'art at their new gallery, Golden Parachutes. The space is extremely impressive and Paul and Jesi are damn near fluent in German. Way to MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN MOVIE. I admire their perseverance.
nothing to eat, paper collage
On my way out, they pointed me in the direction of Viktoria Park for an all sides view of Berlin.
TAKT Open Studios: July 2009
Paper installations by Leah Hartman-Frankel
obermauerbrucke, one of Joanne's latest from her residency and one of my favs.
sculpture and collage by Natalie Wood
textual painting by Alice White
Sabra , visual artist and stop motion animator
paintings by Antonio
Much more can be viewed by clicking on the album below.
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| BERLIN 2009 |
Berlin was a slanted journey. Transitional and expectant, therefore scattered and unfinished. Many of my creative goals and aspirations were invigorated, making my scope of the future sparkly and green. I felt anxious and motivated--a not always volatile combination. It could be best described as being in a hurry or late for work while riding the subway. Door shut, can’t move, and you can only wait for your stop.
Duration duration duration
Aufvedersehen Jo Jo!
I also found myself missing my apartment and familiar faces. Running away from home will do that to you. At that point, I decided to listen to myself. On my flight back to Paris I hit the last pages of my latest notebook as I came to the realization that I should use my return ticket home and not prolong my trip. My expectations for some clarity had been met...possibly even prior to my expedition.
Duration duration duration
I do believe I have reached a clearing.
Danke Arthur!
The Paris update is next!!!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
swimmer's ear
I have been on the lower east side for a week now. Every morning I have woken up with swimmer's ear. That clogged pressure mixed with probably just a teaspoon of water, making you feel like an infant with an earache. Am I sleeping to close to the fan? That nightmare I was having must have involved cupping my hand over my ear to listen for the ocean.
Really wicked dreams lately. Old friends showing up to work at my restaurant and predictions of future events and faces that end up not being totally incorrect. Sometimes I hate my clairvoyance. However, it's one of the few things that keeps me responsible.
Ben my new roommate and best friend/little bro left for Portland two days ago for the world premiere of Miguel Guttierez's latest show, Last Meadow.
I got some more work on Saintete and now I'm working on a poetry submission and over editing an essay...somebody stop me.
Ah, and read this while you're at it. Eileen Myles' The Importance of Being Iceland.
Really wicked dreams lately. Old friends showing up to work at my restaurant and predictions of future events and faces that end up not being totally incorrect. Sometimes I hate my clairvoyance. However, it's one of the few things that keeps me responsible.
Ben my new roommate and best friend/little bro left for Portland two days ago for the world premiere of Miguel Guttierez's latest show, Last Meadow.
I got some more work on Saintete and now I'm working on a poetry submission and over editing an essay...somebody stop me.
Ah, and read this while you're at it. Eileen Myles' The Importance of Being Iceland.
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