this is a threat

are our lips touching?

first off, sorry we've been lame about posting this weekend. we were all moving, and then fourth of july was crazy, which left not much time to do anything. the schedule should be back up and running nowwww though.

went to the new museum thursday to see the younger than jesus show before it closed. mostly we went to see the ryan trecartin videos/set pieces, which were amazing. pasta was nowhere in sight but he had all new premises that were incredibly fucked up. i wasn't really impressed by that many people showing, but two of the artists under 33 proved to be standouts. video artist anna molska showed a short black and white film of two young, well built men pushing together large geometric shapes. It has a haunting quality as the two men are wearing just jock strap/thongs and wrestling head gear and asking each other mundane questions.

another standout that has become a full on obesession is aids-3d, an art collective consisting of Daniel Keller and Nik Kosmas that makes an impact the size of a nuclear bomb in the New York art scene. They create works of essentially every media with an enormous amount of content that is documented on their website. the work speaks directly to our generation in a way that is both humorous and respectful. for instance, the new museum piece, omg obelisk, is a giant monument surrounded by black candle lit torches with the letters "omg" glowing neon down the giant column. their online work includes surreal videos, music, animations, and zine style pdfs that are equally funny and inspiring.












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when i start making shitty paintings, i will consider selling you one

to a baby, a woman named pasta who's skin is painted yellow says, "tell me about your age. what is your team like?" moments later, over a phone conversation, she warns, "i'm pretty condescending, i'm just warning you. i play fair, but only when it works, okay?" at a bead store his mother is robbing, a boy named jenga asks, "when do i get to kill you?" to one of his mother's friends. and after seeing her adopted child perform a dance routine, a woman known only as the parent says, "you make me feel like i win a war."

I'm talking about the work of ryan trecartin, or rather his youtube alias wian treetin. He's shown at the whitney biennale and the saatchi gallery in london, and is now doing a series of online videos called i-be area that are equally funny, disturbing, and disorienting.

matt turned me on to these and i can't stop watching them. they remind me of david lynch in both their obsurdity and the recurrence of characters, like the ever frightening pasta, who steals babies and chases people into walls. initial premises start the videos off, like a channel on which children promote themselves with infomercials to be adopted. however, they quickly disintegrate into nonsense and use face paint, stock computer editing graphics, and twisted audio to donkey punch the viewer.

asshole generation (ou faire l'amour jusqu'à épuisement peut-être)

so, whoever's suggestion it was to interrupt the week with a sonic boom, bravo to you. i'll start at the beginning.

first came the five location art show called joy ride that was bike themed. artists churned out pieces involving two wheeled, leg powered transport, and while the puffin room some galleries sucked, others were thought provoking. collective hardware put on a great show, and featured one of my favorite pieces in the entire shebang, which was a large scale drawing and used bikes as a vehicle for trepidation and failure. i really wish i knew the artists name or the name of the piece, but by that time they had already started serving their delicious punch/cucumber/vodka thing and it didn't occur to me to jot it down.

we also got to peek at our girl dana goldstein's stuff at 186 orchard street, and it was a great little curation of her bike-related photos.





after that, however, things get stuffed in a blender and turned on high speed. first we walked into white slab palace and got a shot of whiskey for free, and walked out without being there for more than thirty seconds. we then took the subway to the broad street ballroom for a pool party/extravaganza, and really took advantage of the architecture in the j train.





once we got to broad and beaver (yep, those are the real cross streets, broad beaver), we skipped the line and went right in to the mad house that was the dos equis party. we winded through the huge crowd and made our way downstairs to the pool area. james and dana were the only ones planning on swimming, but the pool looked so enticing that coco, emily, and i stripped down to our skivvies as well and dove in without hesitation. we were crafty and stole all the glowsticks from the bottom of the pool. it was the most epic thing yet to come out of the summer.




after that we got turned away from the show's afterparty at lit, stopped by dana's house to play with the aforementioned glow sticks, and then james and i high tailed it to b.east for one last romp. we ended up littering the floor with glow sticks, getting a talking to by the manager, and raising some real hell with someone who bumped into me. all in all, thursday should be declared a holiday.