Feeling blue in NYC
Feeling blue in NYC
The FILM TO SEE in 2013 || STOKER
Random Album Artwork. Guess who?
Favourite conversation this week -
Me (bored): “Do you want to watch Taxi Driver tonight?”
Him (earnestly): “Does that star Whoopi Goldberg?”
Me (in complete shock and feeling culturally superior thanks to the undergraduate course, Foucault, Feminism and Film): “What the Fuck?”
Him (bemused and getting annoyed): “I’m sorry I asked.”
Me (now on my very high-horse and backing a winner): “You better be sorry! Taxi Driver is an American classic. Does it star Whoopi Goldberg?! It’s not Sister Act! It’s not god-damn Ghost! And before you ask, Patrick Swayze does not show up half-way through as the pottery / dance instructor, OK!”
Him (over it):__________
Me (content that I’ve eloquently made my point and satisfied with the flow of the conversation): “So do you want to watch it or not?”
Him (walking away):__________
Me (the winner and now yelling so he can hear me from the other room that has all the gym equipment we never use): “And for the record, it stars Jodie Foster, Harvey Keitel and Robert Redford. Dumbass.”
Random #60 - colorized Mars landscape with green line. Why the hell not?
Random Abstract #99
Genius movie poster for the upcoming modern masterpiece, Killing Them Softly.
Did Frankie ever get to Hollywood? I think he only made it to Culver City? I was sure I saw him on Family Matters as Urkel’s drug-whore ex-lover in a two-part after school special? But I hear he was killed off by the producers because, and I quote, “he smack-downed the Olsen Twins during a crack stupor.” Do you blame him? He’s a method actor for Christ’s sake! I know he was spotted working at Burger King as a casual carcass and offal fryer, but that didn’t last - he’s vegan. He was so talented, the way he styled and crimped his hair and how he made his acid-wash pleated jeans look distressed after only two wears. Why did you want to go to Hollywood Frankie? Why? Couldn’t you have aimed a little lower - Frankie Goes to Cornwall - that’s still good. Sigh.
Mr. Rainer Werner Fassbinder by Alvaro Tapia Hidalgo.
Barbara Kruger strikes again || Belief+Doubt (2012).
The artwork of Max Petrone: italian urban neo-realism.
Still confused, perplexed, disturbed, baffled, and most importantly, annoyed by Ridley Scott’s Prometheus? Well, this artwork should clear up any lingering confusion! Ok, maybe that’s an overstatement. I need to rethink this. If only Ridley could do the same?!
Random Sketch #17: “Yes, yes, I hear you. You’re coming in loud and clear.”
I’m not sure which 50’s album I should buy: Beloved Jewish Songs, Satan is Real (by the ever-so Louvin Brothers?) or follow my heathen heart and go for The Passions, Night or maybe the colonialist-classic, Orienta? Help me Della Reese!
Nike Savvas :: ATOMIC: full of love, full of wonder.
How can you not love an art installation of suspended bouncy balls?