Friday, February 26, 2010

Dog Fancy (Or, The Unbearable Cuteness of Bobo)

Fuck it: it's Official Dog Fancy Day...third blizzard of the year and all.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

The Pug Monster (Or, Timely)

This can be filed under: "Wow...Timely."

Since I took nearly a year off from this shebang, I feel compelled to expel energy reviewing the entries that could have here's last year's never-executed Halloween entry when I forced (well, "forced" is a bit strong since he was very into the wig) my (yes, male) dog Bobo into being Lady Gaga for a photoshoot. The shades are courtesy of my mother...who was working "80s Urban Robotron" way before it was an acceptable look.

Whether or not this shoot ends up in Lady Bobo's book remains to be seen...

Below: the Ellen von Unwerth version.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Sadism (Or, Middle-Aged Listening)

The world is clutted up with "Holy-Shit-There's-A-New-Sade-Album" stories, so I'll keep mine to a murmured gurgle. When I first heard the news (on the Wanda Sykes Show...of course), I was pee-my-pants excited...and painfully reminded of how fucking Middle-Aged I am.

See, for those of us in that middle hyphenate area of life, we are all shits and giggles about a Sade album because we're well aware of the fact that the world is only blessed with such a shimmering thing once or so a decade. Despite having recorded three albums in the 1980s, Sade produced just one album in the 90s (Love Deluxe) and one (Lovers Rock) in that gaping void of a non-decade we never had a name for (the 00s? the Aughts? the Post-9/11-Shitbox?). Point is: you have to be of a certain (old-ish) age to appreciate the appearance of Soldier of Love.

That said, there was joke in something recently (I can't remember if it was a movie...or a book) where a character referred to the Marquis de Sade as the Marquis de Shah-day. Pronounced that way, Sadism becomes Shah-day-ism and gets a whole new meaning. The world these days is filled with Shah-day-ists with Soldier of Love slinking out of speakers everywhere.

Another Music-To-Feel-Your-Age-To Moment: I love the band The XX - especially because they're the coolest band of 1989. Thing is: these kids weren't even born yet in 1989. How's that for Middle-Aged Listening? (Below: The XX - "Crystalized")

Monday, February 22, 2010

March First (Or, More Tooting)

Yes, I know. I was all hot-to-trot last week and the ground beneath my stroll just went to mush. I'm working on some as they cook, I'll toot my own horn (again) a little.

The top photograph of mine (Full Moon, Tulum) has been selected for the Brooklyn Waterfront Artists Coalition show Wide Open that will be on view in Red Hook in March. The bottom photo (August, Ulster County) will also be available for purchase there as part of an "affordable-for-sale" mini show.

There, I tooted.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Let's Get Some Shoes (Or, Hey Lady, I'm a Sort-Of-Not-Really Shoe Designer)

Given that it's Fashion's a bit of news that I should have posted a year ago.

Last year, Ruthie Davis (a design client of mine/shoe designer extraordinaire/Beyoncé's go-to for glamazonian footwear) asked me to design a graphic, handwritten print for a shoe of hers for Fall 2009...and above is the finished product. You can still pick this betty up at

I know it's so outré to be hyping something from this past season while Fall 2010 is slithering its way into the world...but hey...BV had nearly a year off and I've got some catching up to do.

Up next...what I had for breakfast on April 4, 1996.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Snowtown (Or, Stormy Weather)

Here are a couple of photographs I took during today's blizzard.

Snow storms are always exciting. It's hard to imagine living anywhere without them. Even though winters are hard (blah, blah, fill in the rest of the clichés yourself) they are potent and meaningful. No other season's weather so completely takes over and transforms everything.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Looked Dead, Didn't I? (Or, Sabbatical)

Looked dead...didn't I?

I guess I forgot to mention I took 2009 off as a sabbatical from whatever-you-call-this-now. Since I don't tweet or bother with Facebook or do anything remotely close to virtual-social-whateverizing, I suppose I should return to what I once did...or once tried to do here.

What that is or was, remains to be seen.

What I do know is I sort of feel like blathering...I sort of feel like making myself laugh.


Here's to an end of retirement.

If anyone is out there besides my mother and the handful of very dedicated Japanese marketers who are hell-bent on promoting all kinds of horseshit Google translator can't even begin to deal with, I'll whip myself into a Lionel Ritchie frenzy, complete with a blind (I nearly typed "blonde") afro-ed sculptress power-emoting like a dipshit, working some big lips all-balls-out crazy into a clay bust and say: