Archive for the ‘Buy Me This!’ Category

Jesting, INFINITELY!

August 5, 2012

My boyfriend and I are on vacation up in northern Michigan, so I will be MIA for a few days and not doing my usual 18 posts of nonsense every day.  My boyfriend won’t be doing much of anything except gobbling up the book he brought, no doubt influenced by me: yep, you guessed it, Infinite Jest!  I love it when I can relive the Jest via another (not in a position for a re-read just about now.)

Below is a picture of a poster I have which is a massive chart of all the characters in the tome.  It’s been on my to-frame list for a year or maybe more.  I’m going to start a Kickstarter fund: “Help ID Frame Shit and Decorate Her Apartment So That She Has a Chance of Being Featured On The Selby.”  Won’t you donate to this excellent cause?

Wow, so many characters! Created by the excellent Sam Potts.

More Yayoi?

July 17, 2012

I told my friend that I hate to feed a trend. “Trend is an empty/ridiculous term nowadays. Embrace the dot!”

Can it be?

She illustrated a version of Alice in Wonderland?

FYI, I think Atlantic Wire writer Maria Popova suggested that, “Since childhood, Kusama has had a rare condition that makes her see colorful spots on everything she looks at.”  I think this is untrue.  I think she’s just obsessive –– it’s a psychiatric condition rather than a neurological one (I’m heading the committee that is fighting for more obvious distinctions in the new DSM.)  Maybe I’m wrong, though.

That is an excellent question, Yayoi.

Yayoi!

July 10, 2012

I have affection for almost all voluntary mental patients, so Yayoi Kusama, the Japanese artist who has lived in a psychiatric institution for over forty years now, has a special place in my heart.  The show that was recently at the Tate and threatens to burst into New York shortly I saw, in fact, at the Pompidou back in November.  The art was interesting, of course –– all dots and phalluses –– but the best part were the cautionary signs translated (poorly) from French that read, “Warning: some work in this show may hurt the public’s feelings.”

Yayoi has now come back as a sort of belated art-world darling, even –– and this is almost too good to be true –– collaborating with Marc Jacobs on a line for Louis Vuitton.  My two top Yayoi-related wishes are to own the below or a copy of one of her “strange cathartic novels” such as The Hustlers Grotto of Christopher Street.

I bet it costs about $1 million.

My Celebrity Doppelganger

May 27, 2012

… or so I’m told…

She celebrated her birthday!

Here is Helena Bonham-Carter with a very cool hat on.

It Has Been a Long Week

May 4, 2012

And so I present without commentary, a fucking-incredible-omg-I’d-sell-not-just-my-eggs-but-my-living-CHILDREN Goyard bag.

This Makes Me Sad

March 30, 2012

These tights are adorable:

I always feel like a twat when trying to pronounce "ombre" though.

But one, it’s springtime, and so no new tights necessary for a good few months now, and two, they’re FORTY-FIVE FUCKING DOLLARS!  (It actually says “fucking” on the Etsy shop entry.)  Seriously, for $45, I could feed myself for a week, and buy a cheap pair of tights at H&M and dip them in crushed berries myself.

Luckily, when I win the $600 gajillion megamillions powerball whatever tonight, I’ll be able to buy myself the woman who owns this Etsy shop and set her up in my laundry room, where she will dye tights in the morning, make funky candles in the afternoon, and sleep at night.  Hey, I’m not a slavedriver.

Memorabilia

March 22, 2012

Sometimes people need reminders of things, and sometimes the things they need reminders of seem a little sick, to others.  Many people I know who have spent a lot of time in hospitals –– myself included –– have a fetishistic attraction to hospital paraphernalia, i.e. bracelets, scrubs, really thin, rough bedsheets, IV poles, etc. etc.  There’s a certain kind of coziness that comes with feeling so trapped and heavily monitored, perhaps, and when we’re adrift in the universe, going to our jobs, living our banal and yet terrifying lives, the idea of being strapped to a gurney seems rather enjoyable.  (Perhaps, in your spare time, try to connect this argument to the 90s club kid trend of wearing pacifiers around one’s neck.)  I have an interactive art piece in the works about this desire-for-incarceration phenomenon, but for now, here’s a genius bracelet from Cast of Vices, an LA-based jewelry maker who defines their work in the following paragraph:

“BORN FROM A DESIRE TO CREATE ARTIFACTS OUT OF OUR VICES, CAST OF VICES CELEBRATES THE INHERENT DESIGN AESTHETIC OF THESE SUBSTANCES WHILE AT THE SAME TIME CASTING A CRITICAL EYE ON POP CULTURE AND OUR OBESSION WITH SELF-MEDICATION AND ADDICTION.

WHEN OUR ROME FALLS THESE WILL BE OUR REMAINS: CIGARETTE BUTTS, PILLS, BOTTLE CAPS, AND COKE BAGS.”

I’m categorizing this under “Buy Me This!” but a friend of mine just asked me via email “out of curiosity” what color bracelet I like best, so don’t put it on your list of things to procure for me just yet –– I think I may be gifted one in the near future.

Self-Mutilation With Pearls

March 8, 2012

This beautiful picture of models in the recent Chanel show…

They also make pearl bobby pins (Chanel does, that is) and you should buy them for me.

Reminds me of a favorite story of mine, that I once posted here… an excerpt, for your continued enjoyment:

I left town for 6 months, bummed around, came back. I had never forgotten Cass, but we’d had some type of argument and I felt like moving anyhow, and when I got back I figured she’d be gone, but I had been sitting in the West End Bar about 30 minutes when she walked in and sat down next to me.

“Well, bastard, I see you’ve come back.”

I ordered her a drink. Then I looked at her. She had on a high- necked dress. I had never seen her in one of those. And under each eye, driven in, were 2 pins with glass heads. All you could see were the heads of the pins, but the pins were driven down into her face.

“God damn you, still trying to destroy your beauty, eh?”

“No, it’s the fad, you fool.”

“You’re crazy.”

(Charles Bukowski)

I Am Resorting to Reblogging

March 7, 2012

I don’t like reblogging but there’s some original shit I want to say and based on my personal method-in-madness idea of aesthetics, it’s time for an image!  I want this piece (despite its being overpriced)/wish I had thought of it first.

It says, "The entire life of this pen." Seriously, though, this is a piece I wish I had made. I just love scribbling for hours on end.

SO CLOSE TO THE END OF FRIDAY OMG OMG OMG

March 2, 2012

Someone find a way for me to see PEGGY AND FRED IN HELL!