måndag, september 01, 2008

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I need some criticism on this painting. There's something missing that I can't figure out on my own.

söndag, augusti 17, 2008

Glow Job


Glow 2008 was in Santa Monica on July 18. Why didn't I know about it? And even worse, why didn't I think of that?! Then again, Glow was not the first to think of it since interactive light displays are very favorable at the moment, but either way they are so aesthetically pleasing and renders some kind of space world. Anyways, there is not much coverage on the exhibition- if fact, I had to find out the date and location of Glow 2008 through a tiny Wordpress.com blog. NOTCOT probably has the best, most visually descriptive displays of what Glow is all about. They also posted a couple of rad videos.

onsdag, augusti 06, 2008

SPACE FASHION




If there is any fashion that would get my very distracted attention, it would furthermore be Space Fashion. It happened and now I have more focus than someone training for the Olympics. It only makes me say this; "Why in the idiocracy didn't I think of that?!?!"My favorite one is the science-figure black motorcycle getup.
Also, I viewed the American version of "Funny Games" (original was made in Austria via 1997 and directed by Michael Haneke) in which two psychopaths hold a family of three hostage and torture them. I won't distribute anymore details, but I suggest those who do not handle psychological, nihilistic to stray away from a film like this. I quite liked it. I must also add that there is one very draining segment in the movie and then all of a sudden the tortured father starts eating a loaf of bread while he tries to get in touch with 911. Personally, I would not be hungry after suffering what he has suffered, but people cope in different ways.

tisdag, mars 11, 2008

All the Good Ones Are Gone

I'm a chick and I'm not even out of my teens yet, so god dammit I'm going to fantasize about one dreamboat. He's gone, as we all know, but that doesn't mean his memory doesn't elude us. River Phoenix, it seems, was manifested from a perfect dream I had in wonderland.



Lets face it, people who die young have this romanticism about them and their lives are kind of glorified. In reality, the kid was sick and lonely. He had a deep whole that he filled with drugs. He lived in secrets that would eventually kill him. It sucks in so many ways. It happens too often and there is nothing romantic about it.

He was perfect to me though.
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River's last photoshoot, in 1993. Photographed by Michael Tighe.
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