Filed under: Art | Tags: body modification, facial tattoos, montreal, rick genest, skulls, the misfits
I find him revolting yet fascinating. Actually one of the most interesting facial tattoos I have ever seen. I could not stop staring at him. I found this image at the skull-a-day blog. Tattoo by Frank at Derm FX Tattoo in Montreal on Rick Genest.
There are some more recent pictures of him. He has gone on to continue the tattoo, covering his whole head and neck:
He’s quite beautiful really in the context of the art on rest of his body.
Filed under: Music | Tags: 200 orchard, cassette, electro-pop, fantasy mirrors, NYC, synth-pop, try me on
I am sleepy because I have worked really hard this week making the big money, but I just wanted to post this up real quick. I first heard this band off of a mix tape a friend made for me, back when I lived in North Carolina, and I could not get enough of this song.
They used to be called Cassette, which I think I like better, but it was hard to google anything about them, that’s for sure.
The song’s about being a prom dress. Brilliant.
It could be hipster synth-pop in the flesh, but I have a feeling its something more special. In any case, I’m going to go find out Friday night because they are playing at 200 Orchard at 10pm. I’m not sure what exactly is going on- I had a hard time finding any real information about the event besides its like a party for a hipster magazine or something. Yikes. But I’m willing to part the swoopy haired masses for a glimpse at this Boston-based mystery band that I have fetishized for some time.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: bikes, Brooklyn, coffee, near death experiences, new york, passion, williamsburg bridge
I was biking across the Williamsburg Bridge tonight, coming back from my new daily-ground life up in Manhattan and I was busting ass. Most of the time I haul my laptop around plus a book, water, my lock, some clothes, food and whatnot and I move into a higher gear to make the long incline a bit easier- especially on my way back from the big A because there probably were a couple near-death experiences that kinda got the old blood flowing and now I’m crashing from over-stimulation and coffee.
But in any case tonight, maybe it was the coffee or maybe it was just the sense of post-work freedom, I was in one of my lower gears and I was sailing past all the fixies, charging up the bridge. I get whims like this- bursts of energy, invulnerability, invincibleness, what-have-you, and it feels nice to expend my energy while I ride my bike. I guess it’s like running really really hard on a hamster wheel.
In most places I have lived I cycle up a steep hill with all my might and men whistle or cat-call “damn girl”or “can I get a ride?”- hoping I might just pull to the side so they can swoop me off my feet with their love-skills. Other times people just look at me like I’m a quack.
As I cycled up the bridge tonight, leaning hard on my handle-bars, breathing rhythmically, feeling triumphant and just a little quackish, I passed others coming up towards me biking just as furiously and with just as much passion, if not more. It was an army of passionate people, unafraid of over-stimulation and pushing themselves harder just for the sake of it. Maybe I’m romanticizing it but it feels good to be surrounded by strangers who give a shit about their lives and who aren’t settling for boredom.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Brooklyn, chelsea, hasidic, manhattan, muslim, new job, subway, web design, Work
Oh. My. God. My ass got whooped. Like majorly…
I started my new job at a large web firm in Chelsea this morning. I put on a crisp new t-shirt and my clean-enough jeans and loaded on the crystal deodorant which I knew would be useless against a first day at work so I brought it along for later.
I took the train, which I never do, only because, well, it was my first day at the big firm and I wanted to smell kind of presentable and not be all disheveled and sweaty first off. But the Iranian president foiled my plans by being in town and slowing the trains to a grinding halt because of heavy security. I got there 20 minutes late. Never will I rely on a good first impression by taking the train.
But no one noticed. The punk-looking girl in the elevator just started recently too, it seemed pretty cool to her. And when we got buzzed in through the two layers of glass and hardwood doors, the place was pretty empty and some nice folks showed me around. I was then showed the basics of how the plethora of files are organized and the systems that are involved at my swanky little stainless steal desk and double flat screen monitors. No sweat, I thought. And then I waited to be told what to work on. And I waited, and waited and….
Went to lunch. Had yummy falafel and Turkish coffee and then went back. I was then presented with my tasks, which didn’t seem too rough. Templates existed, just copy them and fill in what hasn’t been created yet. Here are the file names on this piece of paper. That piece of paper took a while to get copied for me and then I was off to work, sort of. Navigating the system of preexisting files and images took me HOURS. I won’t bore you with the details but at one point I had almost completed a page, and then during a search, discovered that it had already been created by someone else. I almost completed something by the end of the day today. It’s all due tomorrow and then I’ll be on another project.
I walked to the subway, a zombie in a stinky t-shirt, brain-hurting. The subway was fun though. I would close my eyes, wait a few stops, then reopen them to find the whole scene had changed. The closer to Brooklyn I got the more intriguing it became. For the whole ride I sat next to a rad looking black fellow wearing a kufi, baggy bleached jams, jewelry and sunglasses reading muslim literature about the Hajj. Standing next to us was a young Hasidic jew with scruffy eyebrows. They never fail to captivate me. When I opened my eyes again the jew had disappeared and a large woman in a big pink knit sweater had materialized. She was smiling like she had a secret, and I guess she did cuz she was listening to her mp3 player and was really enjoying what she was hearing. She kept trying to be chill about it, but her smile kept creeping back and I couldn’t help but smile too, sharing her joy.
When I stepped out of the subway station, the air was crisp and the sky was pink and the moon, almost totally full, was hanging there straight down Fulton St. Everyone seemed very alive and then I heard the adhan from the Fulton St. mosque and felt like it was all worth it.
I designed this flyer purely in Photoshop- one of the only pure PS flyers I have ever made. Time consuming but fun! You can see the full design if you click the image above…
Filed under: Music, Uncategorized | Tags: east village radio, home sweet home, Martial Canterel, minimal wave, mp3, songs, synth, weird
I never really gave a hoot about this local fellow until I heard him DJ at Wierd at Home Sweet Home a month or so ago. I was enjoying his set which was full of carefully selected unique minimal wave tunes and then there was one that seemed like it had just landed from another planet. My friend and I turned to each other with a mutual look of “what IS this?!” and ran up to the DJ booth to ask him. In a humorously humble way he showed us his own record thinking we didn’t know who he was or that he had created it.
This isn’t the same song because I have now overplayed it to high heaven, but here’s another one I like:
Martial Canterel- “New Death” (from Confusing Outsides, 2005)
News on the street is he’ll be performing live this Wednesday at Weird at Home Sweet Home (131 Christie) with his friend Liz as Xeno and Oaklander. I am so there.
Speaking of Minimal Wave, don’t forget Veronica’s incredible minimal wave radio show on East Village Radio tonight at 10pm (or you can download the show and listen to it later).
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Art, Brooklyn, emergence, Greensboro, life, Liz, Music, NYC, web design
So here I am with a wordpress weblog. I’ve actually been meaning to start a blog for a very long time, well, ever since I got to NYC which feels like a couple lifetimes ago. I had this dream of getting my own domain a la http://www.my-name-something-something.com and creating a wordpress weblog there and also using the site to showcase my web design portfolio, art, music, photos and ramblings. I started creating the masthead and got frustrated with trying to make the design absolutely perfect because I felt like it had to represent everything I can do as a designer. Well, f**k that.
And then my friend Liz last week sent out an email with a link to her weblog. She has helped me see that I can’t really grow into a tired and cynical older woman because that just isn’t my style, or hers. Her writing is always such a pleasure to read, so full of humor and patience. If Liz can do it, I should too! And then I realized that it was indeed time for me to stop procrastinating and that that moment only minutes ago was as good a time as any for me to get my act together to have a presence on the web…well, besides one of the sites I create for other people.
I see this as part of my emergence into the world.
Within the last few years I have come to the realization that I have hidden myself away for the majority of my life. That has included my artwork (which was rarely shown to people), my interests (which I assumed no one would appreciate or take seriously) and my honest opinions. I have made the decision to express myself as much as I can and I am constantly working on feeling safer to do this. People I effect just might be better for it.
I plan to acquire a digital camera and document my daily life here in the craziest place I have ever lived hands down, and I’d also like to post up artwork, my own music and the music of others that inspires me. Sooner or later, I’d like to customize the CSS on this page and make the design unique, but that might be a while. It’s hard for me get excited about doing any coding in my free time. In theory, it sounds great, but in reality, it might be few months. But I’ll keep changing the header picture whenever the mood strikes me.