Recently I've stumbled upon a Chicago artist by the name of Kerry James Marshall. At first I was like "Ooh?", and then I got hit over the head. Critical art at its best. Makes me want to stretch my own canvases and start painting again. I shall attempt to be unassumingly political... when I grow up, of course.


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What does one do at 1 am on Wednesday morning to avoid boredom? Why, be stuck at a club listening to a wannabe funk-rock-star grunting into a microphone to get some girly action. While laughting at the performance at a live is not something I'm known for, it was pretty hard to avoid at Chromeo (sp?) set ( Read more... )

From an old blog dated July 5, 2003

...the streets of this uninteresting strange city. City is not a very good word. I can compare it better to a passenger on an airplane sitting next to you. You remain seated so closely for hours perfectly aware of each other's presence, yet oblivious to each other's lives. Once you land you'll never see each ( Read more... )

I. Need. To. Stop. Working ( Read more... )

You got it. I introduce my newest obsession:


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Because years later I'm still bitter of not hearing Kid A (or anything else) live in hot-wave-ridden Chicagoan summer.
Photographer James Dimmock wrote in 2000: "I gave each memeber of the band a piece of cardboard and a pen and asked them to write how they would genetically change themselves. All these points were then retouched on the photograph ( Read more... )

I fell in love with a little movie called Mad Hot Ballroom". Facing a choice between overstimulating my visual senses by sights of Brad and Angelina or the Batboy, as opposed to searching for a vintage theatre in hopes of viewing a "dancing documentary" we opted for the latter. Joie de Vivre of mega-proportions! If you want a slice of heart with a ( Read more... )

'Twas the time how I discovered glossy goth, namely, in a public library looking at Vogue magazine back in 1998.
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Brought by a venture into recycling a ton of expired drawings. In an attempt to increase my own literacy by avoiding the pittfalls of limited short term memory I make notes of clever things, which can be occasionally read in books. Half of the page almost faded so in an attempt to prolong its life a bit longer I shall post it here, and turn the ( Read more... )

I shall forget it all, so here it is, to stay and to embarrass the author.

Subconscious by playing tricks on my unstable psyche has chosen to revert itself into a state of an impressionable teenage girl. The daily noise of local gossip bees that swears that Mr. Brad Pitt himself will be coming to this city in July to shoot a movie was the very ( Read more... )