without them

A couple weeks ago I wrote about the Iranian artist, Shirin Neshat.
Her debut feature film, Women Without Men, will be playing next week.
From the preview and if her previous body of work is any indication, I am
confident it will be visually stunning and emotionally striking. The trailer
honestly brought me to tears.

Women Without Men
March 30. 615pm@MOMA
March 31. 915pm@Film Society/Lincoln Center

the lady artist of allah

It has been a couple years since I have held such fascination
with a video artist. Bill Viola, being my introduction to the medium
and really a founding father. I recently discovered Shirin Neshat,
an Iranian artist working today in New York. I have yet to see any
of her work in person, but was struck by the still from the piece,
'Games of Desire'. A meditation on oral histories and courtship
rituals in Laos.

This exhibit is up in Madrid at the La Fábrica Galería through March.

the wounds from red shoes

john waller was on wnyc yesterday morning talking about the
dancing plagues. i am utterly fascinated by this piece of history.
hoping to pick this up real soon.

a painting to make you cry and feel still

i had been at the MOMA for more than two hours without realizing it today-
strange how when you are on an inspired trip, time is of no essence.
my last stop was the room dedicated to the return, well until april
of some of Monet's water lillies.
they stunned me into stillness on another countless occasion.
if you have yet to see these works in their basking light, please go.
they will break your heart. as they should.
MOMA
Monet's Water Lillies
through april 12, 2010
oh and i'm a member, so hit me up, you get a discount when you go with me.
water lillies 1914-1926

off the top shelf

kindred soul spirit sister

fashion is always on about the past. and constantly edie, andy, bianca,
jane, jim, bobb, neil, stevie, etc etc. please, i love them all just like the next
one but sometimes its refreshing to get another in there...

with that said, grace slick slays me.
the lead singer from jefferson airplane (+the great society+jefferson starship)
(thanks for that jude, i never would have known them without you.)
not only was she stunning, belted out with a killer voice but also totally crazy.
she attempted to lace president nixons cup of tea with lsd.
i highly appreciate the evident weirdness and sarcasm.
maybe in my next life, i'll find myself in my kindred 1960s.

mexican marigold

feliz dia de los muertos
photo by victor hugo de lafuente flores, 2004

today is sweet

the age of antiquity

miu miu spring summer 2009

to me, it feels like ancient columns. structures of grandeur and function in ancient rome.

the pantheon. the forum.

pillars of history, marble and alabaster. with the chips of time and ages past.

the rips and the tearing on the silk and what looks like burlap.

tiered apron shapes, pleats and simple drapery.

the prints are fantastic. from walls and tiles. ageless icons. 

it has a grotesque and raw element to it, made beautiful.

its almost daunting in its amazing fucked up way, similar to roman history-i love it.

of the last time i was in rome, i remember watching the city pass through the bus window,

thinking how its always in a state of falling down and apart and it will always be this way-

somehow this makes it the eternal city?

but also that everywhere there is street art and scribbles of graffiti and what a wild combination

this shocking paint out of spray cans and these age old buildings makes.

with the squiggles of neon pink and blood red orange, it reminds me of rome.

so i feel the ages and i feel rome embodied in this show.

and its wonderful and so italian, something i am happy to see miu miu be at this moment.