November 13th, 2009 - amandam -
Gregor Jenkin produces good-looking furniture. As a designer, he uses unexpected materials – or perhaps just regular materials in unexpected ways.
It may have something to do with his background which is best described as eclectically cohesive. After studying industrial engineering and architecture, Gregor worked as a prop maker for Ralph Lauren in London. His designs bring together these experiences, resulting in pieces that are as structurally impressive and precise as they are quirky and tongue-in-cheek.
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November 11th, 2009 - sarahp -
My friend, my collaborator, my partner-in-crime, my inspiration; Miss Mary-Jane is a muse who plays happy-hearted trickery with those around her.
Her bright eyes shine cross-hatched with mischievous secrets as she unravels onto canvas her humble tenacity and conceptual valor. She personifies the feel-good vibe of a Friday afternoon and the energy you feel when blasting Crystal Castles from your car with the windows down.
Hey dark thoughts and even more twisted dreams take on aesthetic form with her various tools, transforming into visual vignettes as hauntingly macabre as they are comical and quirky.
Here’s a slice of Mary and her world…
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November 9th, 2009 - jono -
Your mission (if you’re mad enough to accept it) is to create a four to seven minute film in 48 hours.
The film must include the line: “Where the bloody hell are ya mate.” (from that shit-house Australian Tourism commercial).
Your film genre is Film de Femme, (whateva that means).
The prop is a Piggy Bank and your character is Lili Walker (profile unknown), who both need to appear somewhere in the film.
OK, GO!
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November 9th, 2009 - Marisa -
I first met artist Denise DeSpirito in New York in the summer of 2005. She was a friendly face amongst a sea of Williamsburg/Lower East Side posturing, and as far as I knew, the only girl running with a riff raff crew of street art boy renegades. Visually, her own work needed no crutches (I think she was making particularly striking detailed drawings at the time), and from what I could gather for our handful of brief hangouts, for her there was little distinction between art and life. It was all one and the same.
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November 4th, 2009 - Easy -
In the interest of maintaining a reasonable level of safety and equality in the sometimes treacherous conditions of the Berlin flea market or junk shop, we have observed and noted a code of conduct – a set of articles, if you will, to ensure a satisfactory bargain hunting discourse is maintained. Please note, these articles serve to promote the sport of treasure hunting, as opposed to finding ‘the’ vintage item of the century. We are talking novelty glass egg cups and incredible photos of people you have never met. Think stories, think nostalgia. And then think about getting both of those things for less than a fiver.
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November 2nd, 2009 - Marisa -
“Halloween here in New York,” said a friend of mine, “is some magical shit.” And truth be told, it’s true. The overlap in its popularity sees this celebration being appreciated no matter how old you are. If you’re a kid, there’s a good chance that Halloween is your favourite holiday (and the only time when taking candy from strangers is okay). And if you’re an adult, you’re given the opportunity to be transported back to your happy place by playing a culturally acceptable game of dress up.
Manhattan was bumper to bumper with Lady Gagas, Alex’s from Clockwork Orange, as well as the more generic brand of witches and ghouls. And if you couldn’t take their costumes seriously, to show you how serious New Yorkers are about this celebration, Sixth Avenue shut down for about seven blocks to accommodate the Village Halloween Parade, an event that was also shown in TV.
While adult revelers got their party on well into the night, the kids had their own earlier (and cleaner) version of the same. The pictures in this week’s picture gallery come courtesy of photographer Anna Delany, who took these snaps of kids in Harlem that we share with you because there’s something less creepy and more cute about a six-year-old dressed as Michael Jackson, versus someone five times that age.
