tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046688472515021412024-03-13T08:09:05.047-07:00Pearl DivingKelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-27751837376329567422011-04-04T21:39:00.000-07:002011-04-16T10:36:59.427-07:00Kelsey Bennett Photos!...Gawker Artists Print Shop Launch<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://artists.gawker.com/tag/front/">Gawker Artists</a> recently launched their online print shop! Produced by Society 6, the Giclée prints are printed on archival, acid free paper -- The quality is incredible!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_iHD-fiXDjY/TZqdIQlLvSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gbidER2wgMI/s1600/kelseybennett_eyeballs_postcard.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_iHD-fiXDjY/TZqdIQlLvSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gbidER2wgMI/s400/kelseybennett_eyeballs_postcard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591954652549332258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.society6.com/prints/gawker-limited-editions">My Work</a> is available here:</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><a href="http://www.society6.com/prints/gawker-limited-editions"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Pie</span></a><br /><a href="http://www.society6.com/prints/gawker-limited-editions"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;">Eyeballs</span></a><br /></span></div>Kelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-65620705809928446552011-03-11T10:18:00.000-08:002011-03-11T11:21:30.602-08:00Cheap & Plastique @ Fountain Art Fair NYC<div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H6rndqweX3U/TXpvgI6fEsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cUNdgoXDfi0/s1600/chainsaw_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582897286018437826" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 361px; height: 224px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H6rndqweX3U/TXpvgI6fEsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cUNdgoXDfi0/s400/chainsaw_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Fountain Art Fair is more than a white wall with carefully hung artwork. For one thing, it is on a boat, so you can't (really) use a level. Fountain is a space for splendor and spectacle. Cue some fantastic midnight mischief when a masked, befurred figure revved his chainsaw in the middle of the opening, silently menacing the display.<br /></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582891369192465378" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TtwV1PxfXkg/TXpqHvBPo-I/AAAAAAAAACA/TWLqo053qqY/s320/chainsaw_3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>No artworks were harmed in the making of this moment.<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582893159095887666" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 212px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-xk2Ryum6k/TXprv67eZzI/AAAAAAAAACI/lCpG1nB7jY8/s320/dsc_0587.jpg" border="0" />Cheap & Plastique soldiered on, with artists Kelsey Bennett, Heather Morgan, Christine Navin and Nathan Wasserbauer making a charming debut at Fountain for the magazine.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582894050001977058" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1UoztcDHzuk/TXpsjx0CfuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JG_O3yrY3Go/s320/Fountain_5.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div></div><div></div><div>The sights and sounds were overwhelming, from the expansive street art display to Jesus stripping down to the altogether. Drinks flowed and Miss Morgan achieved a new personal best in most hotdogs consumed in one day. </div><div> </div><br /><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582902090307112706" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lReybRqzEI/TXpz3ySKjwI/AAAAAAAAADI/dWap-0jJZqw/s400/lillie.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>What is impossible to convey is the sound of the wind on the tent, the rolling of the waves, the laughter and noise of the crowd. Thank you to our hosts, our friends and our fellow exhibitors for making the boat rock!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582901633709818594" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 359px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SntI9wSbyk/TXpzdNU4wuI/AAAAAAAAADA/IOwpng_ntBc/s400/Boat.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /></div></div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lambchophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01960735708150345629noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-3490031877343982312011-03-02T10:44:00.000-08:002011-03-02T11:24:12.103-08:00Fountain Pt. I: Installed<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEVEvqusX64/TW6QsWXhpYI/AAAAAAAAABw/KJW0D3JlEl4/s1600/Fountain_install.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579556079951521154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEVEvqusX64/TW6QsWXhpYI/AAAAAAAAABw/KJW0D3JlEl4/s320/Fountain_install.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>The sun is shining and it is art fair season in New York. If you are in town March 3-6, please come to the Fountain Exhibit at the Chelsea Pier 66 on 26th St. Kelsey Bennett and Heather Morgan will be exhibiting there along with our comrades at Cheap & Plastique: publisher and photographer Christine Navin, and painter extraordinaire Nathan Wasserbauer.<br /></div><div>The wind on the Hudson whipped the tent last night, our legs went wobbly beneath us, our fingers stiff and cold as the night wore away, but we got our show pretty much hung (thanks Alec!), and are very pleased with how it is coming together. A french fry celebration at Moonstruck we wish I had some Charlie Sheen to perk us up. Will have to settle for a mocha. Tonight we will finish things off with some mood lighting, some adjusting.<br /></div><div>Tomorrow is our press day and Friday we are open to the public!</div>Lambchophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01960735708150345629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-18554104159913687492011-02-24T23:27:00.000-08:002011-02-24T11:41:40.613-08:00The Franco Piss Cup?<div>Help us name the 127 Hours Cocktail!!! We could stick with The Franco Piss Cup, but we wanna hear your ideas. Dare I say -- Urine for it?!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPw0fHndrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9ggPfrt8994/s1600/_DSC9038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054749230003890" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPw0fHndrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9ggPfrt8994/s400/_DSC9038.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">In the cocktail: Hendrick's gin, fresh lime, elderflower cordial, club soda, and yellow food coloring</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPw0F0l_VI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2g-ABApK8zE/s1600/_DSC9070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054742439329106" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPw0F0l_VI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2g-ABApK8zE/s400/_DSC9070.JPG" border="0" /></a>Oh, you have what it takes to be the white swan, so spongy and light. But, cookie, let's see you as the black, unleash your crumbly terror! Our Golden Globes were as swinging as Ricky Gervais' pair. Cheers to a tasty Oscar season!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPwzx5_LmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/fzzDnwxrQXY/s1600/_DSC9075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054737093242466" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPwzx5_LmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/fzzDnwxrQXY/s400/_DSC9075.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPwzlJ_U5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/dSKRgXk0Plw/s1600/_DSC9061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054733670699922" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPwzlJ_U5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/dSKRgXk0Plw/s400/_DSC9061.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Kelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-51497497566421713412011-01-19T15:18:00.000-08:002011-01-19T22:06:37.442-08:00They Will Gutterally Charm the Hell Out of You!<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">If it's been a while since you've seen a band you're excited about, find out where </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.myspace.com/theshiningtwins"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Shining Twins</span></a> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">are playing next and go! </span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTfDINvM2DI/AAAAAAAAAYA/x97IN1jAEiQ/s1600/_DSC9100.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTfDINvM2DI/AAAAAAAAAYA/x97IN1jAEiQ/s400/_DSC9100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564130410533541938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTdzaN0IwcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/WKwiygN-lOo/s1600/_DSC9104.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTdzaN0IwcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/WKwiygN-lOo/s400/_DSC9104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564042758861668802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTdza5qfvEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/n5N1qahW8BA/s1600/_DSC9114.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTdza5qfvEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/n5N1qahW8BA/s400/_DSC9114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564042770632391746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTd1pHrDV-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ruFaJPWxPUI/s1600/_DSC9135.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTd1pHrDV-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ruFaJPWxPUI/s400/_DSC9135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564045213934245858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTd5F56PfQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/W1IpFJ7ZjZU/s1600/_DSC9121.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTd5F56PfQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/W1IpFJ7ZjZU/s400/_DSC9121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564049006990949634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTd1pYp_f6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/p-BxwcT0T6w/s1600/_DSC9136.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTd1pYp_f6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/p-BxwcT0T6w/s400/_DSC9136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564045218493202338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTd1p2aj0vI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LWMz1VP4m3g/s1600/_DSC9141.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTd1p2aj0vI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LWMz1VP4m3g/s400/_DSC9141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564045226481537778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/theshiningtwins"></a>Kelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-50276126578639683532011-01-16T23:23:00.000-08:002011-04-05T12:45:55.652-07:00Stumbled across the ethereal entrails of a white colt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPuz3vtApI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NKoMNx1PGl4/s1600/Fawn_guts.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPuz3vtApI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NKoMNx1PGl4/s400/Fawn_guts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563052539637465746" border="0" /></a>Kelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-88783299006765837282011-01-16T22:50:00.000-08:002011-01-18T12:32:21.613-08:00What The Thunder Said...What The Thunder Said, the title of gallery Lu Magnus' current exhibition, comes from T.S. Eliot's poem The Waste Land. As <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Lu Magnus</span> puts it, "Not only does this fifth and final part of the poem <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">(What The Thunder Said)</span> delve into destruction and rebirth, it also makes us question what we all learned from the proceeding storm."<br /><br />Starting with the black muff hat, at the opening of the exhibition last Friday the spectators were becoming one with the art.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPqFuaHMOI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RvLaaH9lpuw/s1600/_DSC8917.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563047348810494178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPqFuaHMOI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RvLaaH9lpuw/s400/_DSC8917.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPqFiaGzvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xYP_jPq9Bcc/s1600/_DSC8993.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563047345589243634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPqFiaGzvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xYP_jPq9Bcc/s400/_DSC8993.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPqFRHhnxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/calUa302CFk/s1600/_DSC8949.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563047340947906322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPqFRHhnxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/calUa302CFk/s400/_DSC8949.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPqElA-yGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4AWvJCMgqYg/s1600/_DSC8950.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563047329109297250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTPqElA-yGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4AWvJCMgqYg/s400/_DSC8950.JPG" border="0" /></a>Lu Magnus arrives on the Lower East Side with a vibrant HELL YES, promising us new talent and a thriving salon. The excitement of such a design brought an energetic coterie, despite the frigid night. We look forward to the future of the program at Lu Magnus.Kelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-62598860049527119522011-01-14T15:43:00.000-08:002011-01-14T16:02:00.007-08:00Shot of the month...Bitch Club!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTDilMWJSBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-or7rLzGni0/s1600/_DSC8812.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTDilMWJSBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-or7rLzGni0/s400/_DSC8812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562194668399708178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTDjHunGx4I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/c09T-TexH3g/s1600/_DSC8817.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TTDjHunGx4I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/c09T-TexH3g/s400/_DSC8817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562195261713205122" border="0" /></a>Kelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-60050026321371398372011-01-03T17:31:00.000-08:002011-01-14T16:18:41.649-08:00Bringing in 2011 with some tough soul, deep soul, and The Sweet Divines!<div>(New Year's Eve Soul party at The Bell House in Gowanus) They say "out with the old, in with the new", but soul never gets old.<br /></div><div><br /></div>Ms. Marva Witney, the headlining act for the evening and the opening act of 2011, brought us into the new year like we were being liberated by the words of a gospel preaching godmother of soul. "If you have trouble in your life, trouble with money, trouble with love, sometimes...you just got to sit down on it!" and sit down on it she did!...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKJexX8TBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oqmgr3p40d4/s1600/_DSC8637.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKJexX8TBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oqmgr3p40d4/s320/_DSC8637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558156051871452178" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" >From her throne</span>, Soul Sister told us like it is...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKEc4Sl5wI/AAAAAAAAATk/HC3xBvZD-9E/s1600/_DSC8576.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKEc4Sl5wI/AAAAAAAAATk/HC3xBvZD-9E/s320/_DSC8576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558150521810183938" border="0" /></a>She told us of her <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">trials</span></span>...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKC2WkneYI/AAAAAAAAATU/QPjvrNbD6OY/s1600/_DSC8686.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKC2WkneYI/AAAAAAAAATU/QPjvrNbD6OY/s320/_DSC8686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558148760412322178" border="0" /></a>...and tribulations,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKDoQ6vFDI/AAAAAAAAATc/j3bRnOGtCc0/s1600/_DSC8664.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKDoQ6vFDI/AAAAAAAAATc/j3bRnOGtCc0/s320/_DSC8664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558149617887941682" border="0" /></a>...her gratitude and her <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">great</span></span>, tough <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" >love</span>.<br /><br />Billy Prince (of The Precisions), earlier in the evening charmed the audience with his performance. A bouquet of roses and baby breath dwindled down over the course of a song as Prince, with deep sincerity and a heart melting smile, handed each flower to members of the audience . Another highlight of the evening was Witney and Prince's duet of <span style="font-style: italic;">It's a Man's World</span>. I was gripping the stage!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKCDk-hhCI/AAAAAAAAATM/cakbQ-AYHV8/s1600/_DSC8644.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKCDk-hhCI/AAAAAAAAATM/cakbQ-AYHV8/s320/_DSC8644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558147888105751586" border="0" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />The Sweet Divines (Below) warmed up this New Year's Night with their sparkle and deep, throaty soul. Keep track of <a href="http://www.thesweetdivines.com/">The Sweet Divines</a>! Join their mailing list! Because wherever they are more great soul is sure to follow.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKAiRP9_EI/AAAAAAAAAS8/NBvja4XAIPI/s1600/_DSC8502.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKAiRP9_EI/AAAAAAAAAS8/NBvja4XAIPI/s320/_DSC8502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558146216362900546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKAh13h0eI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1muFEwsk300/s1600/_DSC8506.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSKAh13h0eI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1muFEwsk300/s320/_DSC8506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558146209012634082" border="0" /></a><br />The girl group with likeness to The Supremes and The Shangri-la's, have been the opening act to an impressive roster of soul performers. They open the show and then with their matching dresses (think fringe or sequins!), coordinated dance moves, and vocal brilliance they back up the headliner. Thank God! Because we cannot get enough!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSJ_Ft7abBI/AAAAAAAAASs/-KbvGoMbG78/s1600/_DSC8523.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSJ_Ft7abBI/AAAAAAAAASs/-KbvGoMbG78/s320/_DSC8523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558144626333477906" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Kelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-42293781264717688862011-01-01T19:12:00.000-08:002011-01-04T20:41:22.767-08:00and by the way ...<a href="http://www.thebellhouseny.com/">The Bell House</a> has a great photo booth. Happy 2011 Pearl Divers!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSPiRY1yMtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6SQksC-nNBA/s1600/red2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSPiRY1yMtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6SQksC-nNBA/s320/red2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558535153459016402" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSPiRLwmpAI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4iC0cvaf84U/s1600/blue.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSPiRLwmpAI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4iC0cvaf84U/s320/blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558535149947626498" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSPiRFy_37I/AAAAAAAAAT8/v13_XRdqm8Q/s1600/Red1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TSPiRFy_37I/AAAAAAAAAT8/v13_XRdqm8Q/s320/Red1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558535148347056050" border="0"></a>Kelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-13448815813938341762010-12-18T08:06:00.000-08:002010-12-18T09:09:09.440-08:00Best Holiday Party of the Season!!!! Lite Brite Neon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQznf-MJXJI/AAAAAAAAASg/yFSQkrgkYpg/s1600/_DSC8455%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQznf-MJXJI/AAAAAAAAASg/yFSQkrgkYpg/s320/_DSC8455%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552066977096883346" border="0" /></a><br />We have not yet seen winter's first calendar day, months of darkness and cold stretch out before us with slushy streets and wind howling in the skyscraper canyons. At the Lite Brite Neon party, courtesy of the Brooklyn Guild and Textile Arts Center, the gaieties of the season were on full display. Several artists chiseled ice sculpture out front, a finely detailed owl and a working guitar with strings laid over frets of ice. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQzmS_GFZHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kLrimihwguM/s1600/_DSC8444.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQzmS_GFZHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kLrimihwguM/s320/_DSC8444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552065654489965682" border="0" /></a><br />Inside, light, precious light. Lite Brite Neon installed neon lights of snowflakes in white and pale blue, and mistletoe. The neon cast a warm, ballroom glow over the wooden floors. Cupcake girls drifted through the crowd with trays of mini cakes in eggnog icing. The bar served a fragrant rum and pomegranate punch.<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQzmSxjnnvI/AAAAAAAAASY/0MwtYrBxNzY/s1600/_DSC8443.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQzmSxjnnvI/AAAAAAAAASY/0MwtYrBxNzY/s320/_DSC8443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552065650855747314" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Then, a chorus swelled in song- the Brooklyn Ladies Choir. No strident glee club, their voices united in soft, clear loveliness. Drifting in their siren hymn, wondering at the impossible beauty of it, I felt this moment of divinity that is a woman's power. They soared through Dear Yoko, S.O.S., and A Place in the Sun.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is enough to make us stop complaining about winter. Perhaps even for a whole week.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQzmSYobDSI/AAAAAAAAASI/BL3YxA5IFHM/s1600/_DSC8441.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQzmSYobDSI/AAAAAAAAASI/BL3YxA5IFHM/s320/_DSC8441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552065644165008674" border="0" /></a>(Above: Ice guitar! complete with string and pick-ups. With the absence of the warm wooden body of a guitar, the sound was in fact icy cold -- like the high pitched sound of a holiday angel!)Lambchophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01960735708150345629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-87533824000208013412010-12-14T11:01:00.000-08:002010-12-14T21:22:17.931-08:00Small Faces in Chelsea<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfdZE9QCcI/AAAAAAAAARo/tHgKhp0dvOM/s1600/_DSC8363.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfdZE9QCcI/AAAAAAAAARo/tHgKhp0dvOM/s320/_DSC8363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550648488654539202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>On Saturday we strolled Chelsea, the one blessedly Santa-free location in Manhattan on the day of Santacon. On our way to see the Anselm Kiefer show at Gagosian, we ran into the "small faces" guy, <a href="http://felixmorelo.com/">Felix Morelo</a>. Felix lives somewhere in that no man's land of East Willamsburg/Bushwick where one us keeps a painting studio. We first made his acquaintance at the Chinese takeout on Bushwick Avenue. A few weeks later the sidewalk in front of the studio had a block's length of small faces, drawn in chalk, greeting me by name. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfcKolapQI/AAAAAAAAARg/eaOj21vAHCs/s1600/_DSC8370.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfcKolapQI/AAAAAAAAARg/eaOj21vAHCs/s320/_DSC8370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550647141008581890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfcKTKRggI/AAAAAAAAARY/v5-KKcWay44/s1600/_DSC8372.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfcKTKRggI/AAAAAAAAARY/v5-KKcWay44/s320/_DSC8372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550647135257592322" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Felix Morelo- artist, local eccentric, and drawer of small faces. And there he was in Chelsea on Saturday. He drew a line of small faces from 20th to 30th street along 10th Avenue, dragging himself on a milk crate as he drew his way down the street, cold hands covered in chalk. Each face is different, there are distinct characters in the rudimentary chalk visages. Some of them give a talk balloon shout-out to the passers-by who stop and talk to Felix while he works. "Hello, Thinley!", "Hello Heather!", they exclaim. The people we encountered passing the spontaneous exhibit all seemed to smile and wonder at the breadth of the display. </div>Lambchophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01960735708150345629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-10416907511120108112010-12-14T00:00:00.000-08:002010-12-14T22:00:37.020-08:00Cary Kwok's Obsession (Curated by Prabal Gurung)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfSFj0gBOI/AAAAAAAAARI/tWpMJbOpq8s/s1600/_DSC8390.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfSFj0gBOI/AAAAAAAAARI/tWpMJbOpq8s/s320/_DSC8390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550636058714047714" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Somewhere between ejaculation and elegance</span> we find "Obsession". Who would have thought Audrey Hepburn's angelic face could so appropriately be paired with a semen splattered scrotum? The consistency in Kwok's style is what allows for such a union.<br /><br />Attention to detail is a definitive quality of his work. When you go to the exhibit at <a href="http://www.flagartfoundation.org/current/">The Flag Art Foundation</a> look closely at the art and you will see how Kwok has beautifully and meticulously incorporated his signature into each piece of work...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlmUzaB1PI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4_oZW_S-D8k/s1600/Kwok.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlmUzaB1PI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4_oZW_S-D8k/s320/Kwok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542073324038903026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfQKE-KU1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/h-lyNwiSTvY/s1600/_DSC8386%2Bcopy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfQKE-KU1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/h-lyNwiSTvY/s320/_DSC8386%2Bcopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550633937309160274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfQ78eq2qI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LrCGUWDmGrQ/s1600/_DSC8383%2Bcopy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfQ78eq2qI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LrCGUWDmGrQ/s320/_DSC8383%2Bcopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550634794023049890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfRW4rIVfI/AAAAAAAAARA/ArP4uFfw09w/s1600/_DSC8385%2Bcopy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfRW4rIVfI/AAAAAAAAARA/ArP4uFfw09w/s320/_DSC8385%2Bcopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550635256858039794" border="0" /></a>Kelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-43457973544139138992010-12-05T07:51:00.000-08:002010-12-06T11:10:22.345-08:00The Factory @Party XPO<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzmiwIdBgmU/TP00OJQGxBI/AAAAAAAAABU/Cw0zzpYqaes/s1600/Twin%2BGuns_velvet%2Bunderground.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547647733596603410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzmiwIdBgmU/TP00OJQGxBI/AAAAAAAAABU/Cw0zzpYqaes/s320/Twin%2BGuns_velvet%2Bunderground.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>The DIY venue, Party XPO, still carries the eyeball scarring party store sign on the marquee, making it was easy to find amid the dark underbelly of the J train. Last night's organizers pulled out all the stops for a recreation of Warhol's Factory- the walls painted silver and black, giant mylar balloons flying overhead, seats for Beautiful People to lounge, a couple of sequined go-go girls, jerky in that 60's way. A giant, mad fish with glowing eye stared unblinking at us behind a staging area for the bands, who were all playing the Velvet Underground. The guests crowded in and completed the scene- the room was filled with bouffants and beatniks, metallic frocks and much eyeliner.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547648307328501826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzmiwIdBgmU/TP00vikcyEI/AAAAAAAAABc/bRP5ecvyP2Y/s320/Twin%2BGuns_velvet%2Bunderground2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>The Factory house band was played by Twin Guns, Madame Robot and the Lust Brigade, LoveStruck and Daddy Longlegs. The highlight for us was Twin Guns, we can't get enough of their 'verb drenched guitar. The Guns struck the perfect pose, deadpan and dark as the Undergound in their sunglasses and leather. They played some of our favorites, All Tomorrow's Parties and Here She Comes Now, with their trademark bad-assedness.<br /></div><div></div></div></div>Lambchophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01960735708150345629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-91726236100898675672010-12-04T13:49:00.001-08:002010-12-15T06:36:22.198-08:00From Sunset Park (Reading by Paul Auster) to Sunset Park<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfeKXPwwtI/AAAAAAAAARw/PdxlvCjtxBo/s1600/_DSC8233%2Bcopy%2B2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfeKXPwwtI/AAAAAAAAARw/PdxlvCjtxBo/s320/_DSC8233%2Bcopy%2B2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550649335377609426" border="0" /></a><br />Hosted by Park Slope's Community Bookstore and held at a Community Cultural Center -- a place with no stage; therefor, no stage lights and alas you can see every face in the audience. Minus the baby strollers the room is filled with other Park Slope stereotypes -- a whole lot of couples (young and old), academic, and the arts and crafts enthusiasts.<br /><br />While waiting for Auster to arrive, I notice a woman knitting up near the front. The mention of her is not an attempt to set the scene, it is to say that I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR HAND CRAFTED HOLIDAY SCARF LOOKS LIKE, LADY! Especially when you continuously drop your knitting needles on the ground while Paul Auster is reading from his latest novel, Sunset Park.<br /><br />The novel follows a set of characters who are all linked by one man, Miles Heller. Set at the beginning of the economic collapse of 2008, the mood is both contemporary and ghostly. Like a string of coincidences Auster's novels move quickly. His characters who often seem tumbled about by chance, usually end up at a standstill with a great choice to be made, a refreshing change of the novel's fast pace. One of my favorite excerpts Auster reads:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The human body is strange and flawles and unpredictable. The human body has many secrets, and it does not divulge them to anyone, except those who have learned to wait...The human body lives in the mind of one who possesses a human body, and to live inside the human body possessed of the mind that perceives another human body is to live in a world of others.</span><br /><br />After the reading I headed over to Sunset Park to meet my sister and friends at a Days Inn where they were filming a short. Auster writes:<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">It was a rougher neighborhood, she said, but it wasn't far from where he was living now, and rents were a half or a third of the rents in Park Slope</span>"<br /><br />...so we figured this would be a cost affordable neighborhood to shoot in. I will update you more on this at a later date. But for now, here are some photos from on the set!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfewcDHfGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hk9y-aba09U/s1600/_DSC8249%2Bcopy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfewcDHfGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hk9y-aba09U/s320/_DSC8249%2Bcopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550649989501779042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfewr0ticI/AAAAAAAAASA/b5tRvtaETLM/s1600/_DSC8301.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TQfewr0ticI/AAAAAAAAASA/b5tRvtaETLM/s320/_DSC8301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550649993736325570" border="0" /></a>Kelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-40159804868743312812010-12-04T10:48:00.000-08:002010-12-04T11:40:10.742-08:00Line Up: Rigging Knots & Glimpses of a Master Class<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TPqXZfS-W_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/-Xo4bFri1Ng/s1600/_DSC8158.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TPqXZfS-W_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/-Xo4bFri1Ng/s320/_DSC8158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546912355213794290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(Above: Philip Petit in front of his drawings. When I asked him who's idea it was to skew the frame he responded, "Mine, of course!")</span><br /><br />The Opening at Clic bookstore and gallery, was a dry one, so the spectators did not have the usual white wine glow, but as if watching the high wire act at a circus their gazes did marvel. On one side of the room we saw Victoria Dearing's black and white prints of Philippe Petit during his master class (taken August of 2010 in Williamsburg) and on the other side of the room was a series of Drawings by Petit of his rigging knots.<br /><br />Petit, who is known for his high-wire walk between the Twin Towers, did b-line around the room in a kind of shuffle which made you imagine lines below his feet. What immediately struck me about his drawings was the significance of the subject. Daring and confident as he may be, a poorly rigged knot would result in Mr. Petit's downfall. So, with delicate detail and pressure on the tip of the pencil the drawings depict a symbol of survival.<br /><br />As if watching her subject from a nearby building, Dearing's photographs are soft and unimposing. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Show will be on view at Clic bookstore and gallery until January 16th.</span>Kelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-691130050724478732010-11-22T11:30:00.000-08:002010-11-30T13:12:38.786-08:00Soul Survivors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TPRg9VMVdzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0jPbUph3bnc/s1600/charles3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TPRg9VMVdzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0jPbUph3bnc/s320/charles3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545163647977092914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>The line trailed down the block for Lee Fields and the Expressions and Charles Bradley and the Menahan Street Band. It took a long time for the crowd to be admitted, but the mood was jubilant for a night of Daptone soul. Charles Bradley, Brooklyn's own "Black Velvet", opened the show with his heartbreaking wail and sultry dance moves. His anguish and redemptive love elicited the stamps and shrieks of an adoring crowd. Bradley performed songs from his upcoming album, "No Time for Dreaming," but his impassioned expressions seemed extemporaneous, conjured just for us in the moment.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TPRhmLBZcsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AlKn2vM7xNI/s1600/charles4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TPRhmLBZcsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AlKn2vM7xNI/s320/charles4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545164349621498562" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Bradley brought such tender meaning to Neil Young's Heart of Gold<br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><em>I want to live, I want to give. I've been a miner for a heart of gold.<br /></em><br />Lee Fields followed immediately with a captivating performance. The highlight of his set was when he came a bit unhinged at screaming end of "Love Comes and Goes". </div>Lambchophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01960735708150345629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-83309373511959538372010-11-21T09:16:00.000-08:002010-11-21T21:24:54.216-08:00Cast Your Votes!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Who wins?...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlYoGX7xKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kggvSREqu4s/s1600/_DSC7697%2Bcopy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlYoGX7xKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kggvSREqu4s/s320/_DSC7697%2Bcopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542058262385116322" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The Wiccan teenager (circa 1996) or</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlYhs-PD-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xAx_au9M1q0/s1600/_DSC7700%2Bcopy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlYhs-PD-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xAx_au9M1q0/s320/_DSC7700%2Bcopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542058152487227362" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Rhoda from "The Bad Seed" all grown up? </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />These photos were taken at The Flag Art Foundation (545 W. 25th Street) an exhibition space for contemporary art. The above installation by Damián Ortega is entitled <span class="itals">Controller of the Universe</span>. Each object hangs still in space and every sharp tip, blade, or hatchet face away from the participant. Oddly enough, while standing within an orb of deadly weapons I felt safe and focused.<br /><br />"The dynamic spherical formation of outward facing blades and points evoke connections between power and violence..."<br /><br /><br />Also on view at <a href="http://www.flagartfoundation.org/current/">The Flag Art Foundation</a> is, Obsession (New Drawings and a Historical Survey) by artist Cary Kwok -- stay tuned for our account.<br /><br /></div></div> <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlUfqO6RwI/AAAAAAAAANo/pVnBOY2g2HU/s1600/_DSC7700%2Bcopy.JPG"><br /></a> <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlUBR357TI/AAAAAAAAANg/cTWBU1bhovc/s1600/Rhodacraft.jpg"><br /></a>Kelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-91428047589284828102010-11-15T20:27:00.001-08:002010-11-15T21:08:51.662-08:00OCD: The Art of Obsession<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzmiwIdBgmU/TOILeuiLMCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AdNngexYsgw/s1600/footer_image_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzmiwIdBgmU/TOILeuiLMCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AdNngexYsgw/s320/footer_image_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540003114134482978" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Astral Massachusetts, Jesse McCloskey</span><br /><br />"Cut and paste, cut and paste, that's all I do all day," muses artist Jesse McCloskey. Then there was Olek, who sits and watches movies while crocheting her pieces for countless hours at a time, a bottle within reach, maybe some snacks and cigarettes. Finally we heard from Florent Morellet, famed not only for his meatpacking district restaurant of a bygone time, but also for his meticulous map renderings. Were we in the dayroom of a madhouse? On the anxiety couch? No! We attended a Dialogue in the Visual Arts Program sponsored by <a href="http://www.tribecapac.org/">BMCC Tribeca Performing Arts Center</a> and moderated by gallerist, Christopher Henry. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzmiwIdBgmU/TOIQAHFRyAI/AAAAAAAAABE/776nLQ-KCow/s1600/img-florent-map-_161815654597.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzmiwIdBgmU/TOIQAHFRyAI/AAAAAAAAABE/776nLQ-KCow/s320/img-florent-map-_161815654597.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540008085706360834" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;"></span><br /><i>Empty Lichen, Florent Morellet</i><br /><br />Intensity, earnestness have seemingly gone out of style in the age of "idea" art and the coronation of irony and cynicism. But not for these three. It was refreshing to hear artists speak passionately of their unshakeable belief in systems that are eccentric and obsessive. Florent, who has been creating amazingly detailed maps of great cities of his imagination by hand for thirty years, had the audience rapt with a story of a great failure of city planning in the time of aristotle. <br /><br />Obsession makes for charming discourse. But best of all, is that such work in which skilled hands are evident, speaks for itself.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzmiwIdBgmU/TOIQk5qC0KI/AAAAAAAAABM/jZyYdZzHaOk/s1600/Olek.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzmiwIdBgmU/TOIQk5qC0KI/AAAAAAAAABM/jZyYdZzHaOk/s320/Olek.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540008717757632674" /></a><i>Above, detail of Olek's work</i>Lambchophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01960735708150345629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-80566188939292936062010-11-15T20:22:00.000-08:002010-12-14T22:42:35.938-08:00On the Lam: The Photography of Kelsey Bennett<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOl0mMYliyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rq7OGGFj1tY/s1600/gawker_artists-kelsey_bennett-BLOG-26.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542089015964306210" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOl0mMYliyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rq7OGGFj1tY/s320/gawker_artists-kelsey_bennett-BLOG-26.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Pearl Diving Ladies and Gawker Artists (above photo by Kyle Dean Reinford) celebrate Kelsey's opening with decadent head pieces in front of the large flat screen TV's in the Gawker offices. These screens usually stream stats and news, but on this evening they feature Ms. Bennett's Cases series on a slide show surrounded by five other images which narrate a frantic and youthful adventure on the road.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlyCfToJjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Sc-hOwAtHPY/s1600/sparkler.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542086203545232946" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 239px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlyCfToJjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Sc-hOwAtHPY/s320/sparkler.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlyJPyyi5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/KQVVlAeyfx8/s1600/phonebooth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542086319640054674" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlyJPyyi5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/KQVVlAeyfx8/s320/phonebooth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The figures in Bennett's photographs appear suspended in a moment of apprehension and excitement, as though at the very tippy top of the first great hill on a roller coaster, poised to drop or careen through space.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOly_4fi5UI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lj7n_g_LYoU/s1600/Vegas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542087258278126914" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOly_4fi5UI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lj7n_g_LYoU/s320/Vegas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOl3u_UzTqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Suhnk9TK1WY/s1600/DSCN0215.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542092465612476066" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOl3u_UzTqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Suhnk9TK1WY/s320/DSCN0215.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />On the Lam represents selected work from two of Bennet's photo series, Cases and Runaway. The people and objects depicted in these deeply personal works capture a sense of escape, the cinematic and gritty allure of life on the road, emblematic of the passage from youth to adulthood.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlwIDfGdGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3-Weq-UoDRU/s1600/instalation.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542084100133123170" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 307px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TOlwIDfGdGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3-Weq-UoDRU/s320/instalation.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(Above: Suitcase installation featured at the opening, photo by Kyle Dean Reinford)</span><br /></div><br />These images beamed brightly from large screens on the main wall of Gawker HQ in Nolita, where the smart crowd was dotted with many of the cast of Miss Bennet's glamorous world, enlivening a rainy night with red sequins and champagne fringe, the artist topping her gown with a leopard gladiator helmet. In the presence of Bennet and her work, at a party no less, one feels the excitement of the journey.<br /><br />Check out <a href="http://gawker.com/5685477/tony-bennett-shows-up-at-gawker-hq/">GAWKER'S coverage</a> of the show!Lambchophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01960735708150345629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-6881820483454302342010-11-01T19:55:00.000-07:002011-04-05T12:57:16.857-07:00...If 300,000 people are willing to rally at the National Mall for a vague purpose than 300,000 people should be willing to rally for a purpose. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TM-Aklea5RI/AAAAAAAAANY/T7AgRo7c5dk/s1600/_DSC7350.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TM-Aklea5RI/AAAAAAAAANY/T7AgRo7c5dk/s320/_DSC7350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534783833084978450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TM-Aj5eu6OI/AAAAAAAAANI/l4IkpHu0Gfg/s1600/_DSC7335.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TM-Aj5eu6OI/AAAAAAAAANI/l4IkpHu0Gfg/s320/_DSC7335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534783821275130082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TM-AkcJTWbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7bLMwwZq78M/s1600/_DSC7338.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TM-AkcJTWbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7bLMwwZq78M/s320/_DSC7338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534783830580484530" border="0" /></a>Kelsey Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150384000896186544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-74175340870411695352010-10-14T08:53:00.000-07:002010-10-15T00:16:35.917-07:00Swans SongThis is not your mom's <a href="http://www.dustedmagazine.com/features/726">no-wave</a>. The seminal New York underground band, <a href="http://swans.pair.com/">Swans</a>, brought their muscular rage back to the stage this fall, playing at the Brooklyn Masonic Temple and the Bowery Ballroom. Michael Gira and company took to their instruments while the viking drummer, Thor, hammered a staccato rhythym for 20 minutes. The assembled musicians looked like a gang of murderers straight out of Blue Velvet, all lean and grey and grizzled, eyeing the crowd with intensity. Michael Gira's inspired fury continues to inspire:<br /><br /><object width="400" height="250"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RwH2K1nJuEI?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RwH2K1nJuEI?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"></embed></object><br /><br />Swans are our favorites. We first dropped our jaw at a Swans show when they performed "Failure" at the Paradise Rock Club in Boston in 1991. The brutality of that statement was pushed further when followed by Jarboe's screeching turn onstage. This time there was no Jarboe, but it was nice of them to resurrect Klaus Kinski to play percussion.<br /><br />If you have nothing to do for the next fifteen minutes, let this freak baby fly (lovely long intro video below). And then put on a copy of Soundtracks for the Blind. Or put your ear out with a tuning fork. Whichever.<br /><br /><object height="250" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7d1RoAXQvaE?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7d1RoAXQvaE?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"></embed></object>Lambchophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01960735708150345629noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-6514272775618644322010-10-02T08:47:00.000-07:002010-10-07T11:18:25.469-07:00Rufur Premiere@Zebulon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TK4IYG4xurI/AAAAAAAAALs/bfqtKVgHr0M/s1600/59116_10100178651228326_2510697_57056165_1878243_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TK4IYG4xurI/AAAAAAAAALs/bfqtKVgHr0M/s320/59116_10100178651228326_2510697_57056165_1878243_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525363003088812722" border="0" /></a><br />You can tell by her riveting expression in the promo still for Rufur, that something wicked this way comes. Actress Remy Bennett appeared at the premiere of the short film in which she stars, a convincing black eye painted on her face in sparkly purple shadow. Filmmaker Emilie Richard-Froozan addresses the packed bar energetically, like a Fonda in her kickass vintage fur vest. (Below: Bennett and Froozan dancing to Dirty Fences) <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TK4I2Vm0z4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/dF4096RqS5o/s1600/_DSC5582.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TK4I2Vm0z4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/dF4096RqS5o/s320/_DSC5582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525363522436124546" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Rufur is preceded by a short film whose deadpan humor increases the expectation that something bad is about to happen. The 8 minute short had its genesis in a dream by the director and mirrors the mind's strange way of weaving narratives out of seemingly disparate elements. As if David Lynch and Robert Altman threw a party, luminous women in ballgowns bare their teeth in laughter to a soundtrack of chattering teenagers, overheard dialogue. The girls are present at the opening and giggle wildly in self-recognition, in amazing imitation of the film. There is a young girl's birthday party, a gift of a rat, a violent rape, murder? (does the caged animal escape?) and bursts of punk rock by Dirty Fences. Throughout, the presence of the wide-eyed Bennett, who says little but conveys the varieties of the film's passion, terror and despair with unforgettable expressions. End scene.</div><div><br /></div><div> Dirty Fences take the stage and as if the dream is yet ongoing, we are abruptly dancing to a catchy riot of punk music. We shimmy and jump in our wicked heels. And the night is still young. <a href="http://vimeo.com/15059134">Rufur</a> leaves us wanting more. </div>Lambchophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01960735708150345629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-24991468507495422782010-10-01T14:52:00.000-07:002010-10-07T11:27:42.189-07:00Das Rheingold at the Met<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzmiwIdBgmU/TKzzlyjEIXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Y6wopVpEjec/s1600/rheingold.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525058673426309490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzmiwIdBgmU/TKzzlyjEIXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Y6wopVpEjec/s320/rheingold.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Much has been written, and much said about Wagner's Ring Cycle, lauded by many as mankind's greatest single work of art. Whoa. We had the chance to see for ourselves on the night of the second performance of <a href="http://www.metoperafamily.org/metopera/content_index.aspx?id=12572">Das Rheingold at the Metropolitan Opera</a>.<br /><br />We ascended the grand stair like oscar winners, to take our seats just moments before the chandeliers rose and the Rheinmaidens floated up before us, backlit by an ocean of blue to the opening strains. The Ring Cycle is famed for presenting a peculiar challenge. Though its themes are central to our existence, our humanity, the images are epic and fantastical. How to bring such grandness to the theater space? Director Robert Lepage created a set comprised of 24 aluminum planks covered in fiberglass. These run on a hydraulic system to reconfigure into myriad shapes for each scene- forming caves, mountains and finally, Valhalla itself. The mesmerizing contraption, comparable to a modern art sculpture or installation piece, acted as a surface for projections which were not pre-recorded, but triggered live by the music and the singing. The final, sublime image we are left with is the Gods' ascent into Valhalla, as the stone surface transforms into the heavens.<br /><br /><div>We are out of our depth to describe the god-sized music of Wagner's masterpiece, here so beautifully and intimately conducted by Met Director, James Levine. Or the stunning performances of the all star cast, who brought out the gravity of this cautionary tale, and also its power and beauty. </div><br /><br /><div>The next installment, Die Walküre, premieres April 22, 2010.</div>Lambchophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01960735708150345629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904668847251502141.post-61818763878716543602010-09-29T07:34:00.000-07:002010-10-15T16:02:05.145-07:00New Photography 2010 Opening at MOMA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TKOkP8f-o9I/AAAAAAAAALE/0SIn6k50tSU/s1600/_DSC5505.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TKOkP8f-o9I/AAAAAAAAALE/0SIn6k50tSU/s320/_DSC5505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522438161931609042" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Life affords few greater pleasures than being free to wander the galleries of a museum, a glass of wine in hand, conversation bursting in the air all around like tiny bubbles. Well, it is too good to be true, you can't actually drink in the galleries. So we began our evening at the New Photography exhibition at the bar, like civilized people. It was a lively scene for people watching while scarfing white wine and plantains. On to the show! </div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TKOpLC_VRYI/AAAAAAAAALc/XFCzLr3OTLE/s1600/_DSC5519.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TKOpLC_VRYI/AAAAAAAAALc/XFCzLr3OTLE/s320/_DSC5519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522443575332521346" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The New Photography exhibit featured the work of four artists—Roe Ethridge, Elad Lassry, Alex Prager, and Amanda Ross-Ho. Alex Prager's work was the real highlight. Her photos share some sensual qualities with Cindy Sherman- thick, shiny synthetic bouffants, a smart cinematic vintage aspect, and an undeniable modern appeal. Her short film, "Despair", of a woman with impossibly red lips, dashing through a window was a retro, pulp confection. Her inviting, filmic tableaux had the effect of elevating the viewer. The artist herself flitted through the crowd, a blonde stunner with a big 'do and a little black dress. (Below: Prager on the left, on the wall: Prager's <a href="http://www.alexprager.com/#/thebigvalley,2008/susieandfriends/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Susie and Friends</span></a>) </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TKOkQrc0KPI/AAAAAAAAALU/-xzFLab_ynQ/s1600/_DSC5530.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TKOkQrc0KPI/AAAAAAAAALU/-xzFLab_ynQ/s320/_DSC5530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522438174534805746" border="0" /></a><br />Coming out of the exhibit you find yourself in the next room in which "Pictures by Women: A History of Modern Photography" is on view. The flow from Prager's work to Nan Goldin, Dorothea Lang, Diane Arbus, and Cindy Sherman et al. is appropriate and illuminating. The transition implies Alex Prager as the next generation to follow these great photographers. How splendid to spend moments in the world generated by their perspectives, and for Ms. Prager, what a swell party it is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TKOkQeyajOI/AAAAAAAAALM/5Kda1jMcuVQ/s1600/_DSC5521.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68NDlq-b-KU/TKOkQeyajOI/AAAAAAAAALM/5Kda1jMcuVQ/s320/_DSC5521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522438171135741154" border="0" /></a>Lambchophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01960735708150345629noreply@blogger.com0