Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Sunday, February 10, 2008

REAL



im not really saying much by showing this.
im not trying to say much...
im just pointing out our differences.

both packages are beautiful - its just that one is an elaborate hoax. actually, not that elaborate. i only give credit where credit is due.

i wouldn't expect you to understand. but i do expect you to criticize.

(after all, its what you do best)

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Please don't stop the music

“I've never known a musician who regretted being one. Whatever deceptions life may have in store for you, music itself is not going to let you down.”

-Virgil Thomson


(the same can not be said of stripping)

Thursday, January 31, 2008

what are we all talking about?



Bob Dylan (Time Magazine interview)

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

brushed & choked. i liked it.

designer: elizaveta yankelovich

this is it!

this bitch right here is why i believe in Canadian designers - call me crazy but this is fucking spectacular.

& all the while the rest of you clones scour winners for discount Calvin Klein & proclaim victory when you stumble upon last season's Lacoste.

spare me. choke me. gag me. slap me.

id really rather die!


♣
au.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

♥: creative snob?


[In•de•pen•dent: (adj.) Not having sold one's life, career, and creative works over to a corporation.]

short&sweet.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Dissolution & Disaster (the best art installation to date?)



Does there have to be this?
Does there have to be complete turmoil in order to create?
Can art not come from simple understanding... and can we not understand without experience? I mean I'm really not sure.
Is this a product of Generation MTV? Why are we always searching, searching, searching... just to feel? Feelings should be innate to all of us, why is it so hard to conjur and act on. What is appropriate?! Suppression? Regression? Disney movies and pearls?

On one hand soo many of us spend so much time just trying to incite some sort of spark inside of us. We fall in lust in the blink of an eye. We get irrate during everyday activities in everyday scenarios... Some times we take drugs just to help get a feeling, something, anything.

But then something happens one day. A sudden rush. You open up and you let something in and it affects you. You get sad, really sad. Au Revoire Simone on repeat because it resonates with your "soul." Not an entire bottle of quaaludes can numb this feeling. But you try. Anything to take the pain away... alcohol, alcohol, drugs, sex, parties, tears, trouble. But isn't this what you were yearning for?? Isn't there a part of you that wanted this? Isn't there something in you that would die without it?

I am a product of my generation & i want the pain to go away.


"During the 1960s, I think, people forgot what emotions were supposed to be... and I don't think they've ever remembered."
-Andy Warhol (1928-1987)