I’m in awe and love with this subway happening in NYC. Upon deep investigation, the woman has been identified as Jessica Latshaw and she has one kick ass voice. She made another video of this song in her laundry room. I like that one too.
I asked Delta if I could barter oragami for a ride to Paris in an overhead bin. They weren’t sold and so I missed seeing this exhibit in Paris by artists Leandro Erlich. Showing at Le Centquatre, its a charming rouse of installations. Each undermining ‘what our eyes expect to see’.
If you have ever wondered what it would be like to eat at the base of a waterfall, I have an answer-enchanting. You will only ever want to eat whilst your feet tamper in cool water. Hell on your water bill. Heaven to your mind. I think it’s time I visit Villa Escudero, Philippines.
This is officially my first year of Christmas Parties. (I know, where have I been? In a deep dark tub of mystery?) And I don’t know what everyone is complaining about. Seriously my friends throw the most rockus affairs with homemade pies and cheese as far as the eye can see. I wore these special pants to this evenings affair; a birthday gift from my dear Adria-flame retardant I might add…the pants, not Aid. Tonights’ festivities ended with a viewing of this. I’m still having a dance off with her in my mind. Oh I lose, big time. This girl can MOVE.
Girl Walk // All Day - Chapter 1: School’s Out (by danielraynes)
I was fascinated by the exhibit Carston Holler: EXPERIENCE at the New Museum in New York City. Apparently I am not alone. Some people like the idea of childhood traipsings so much that they cannot live without them.
I offer the following examples as evidence.
This Japanese home with not only a slide but a ball pit to boot!
And there’s this slide in a New York City apartment where, from the top, it appears you are actually sliding off into the city.
I bet the static from this in the winter is actually killer. Send down thine enemies. Zap.
Pirates you ask. Close enough. Artists. From New York City. On a mission.
Swimming Cities is a diverse and evolving collaboration of artists, builders, and visionaries who come together each year to embark on a challenging large-scale project. Originally united through friendship and talent by the international artist Swoon, the group traces its roots back to the DIY raft project on the Mississippi River, the “Miss Rockaway Armada”.
Each year the fleet travels to a new water way and christens themselves with a fresh name. This year’s incarnation was called The Ocean of Blood (referring to the first incarnation of the goddess Kali, in an older form of Hinduism, where she is depicted as a formless void, a primordial ocean from which all the matter that makes up the world was conceived) and they traveled 400 miles down the Ganges in India.
Teeny, I know you are the only one reading this. And I know you will know why I love this. So I need not explain. Isn’t this wild!!
Last years’ collective was named The Swimming Cities of Serenissima. The crew of artists traveled the Adriatic Sea from Slovenia to Venice. Their boats were made of junk and they performed during the Venice Biennale, a celebrated contemporary art exhibition. See below. Could you imagine parking your gorgeous junk barge next to the Basilica San Marco for an espresso? Hmmm, I wonder how kindly the rough seas of the Michigan Lake would take to a junk barge of artists.