Social Media + Superman

When Laurie Anderson released "O Superman," in 1981—I went to the ICA in Boston—to marvel at it. I was reminded of that day over this past weekend, when a friend in the Bay Area posted on his facebook status that Laurie was playing at Berkeley and he was going. Only a little later he updated on facebook that he didn't go because the parking situation was abysmal. This was not an O Superman experience for him, nor was it a Superman move for him not be more perserverant. Maybe facebook is the new Super Hero for letting me know all these frivolous facts about my friends that I would be otherwise unaware of.

Made from Scratch

I love scratch board—and distressing—so of course I think street art looks better when someone has clawed at it. Out in the wild there are signs of this everywhere. Raw and unforgiving, nature defaces by need. In the streets, it's often just an act of agression, but that energy can permeate into powerful effectualness.

Chicks and Rabbits

Scootie

This is Scootie on Marmoleum with a big head—plus—Scootie on plywood. Scootie is named after Karl Heine's snack food invention, the Peanut Butter Scootie. It's a graham cracker, a layer of peanut butter, nuts, more peanut butter, a layer of chocolate, another graham gracker, a piece of lettuce and a blanket. Karl came up with this concept in his sleep. I recorded it. He didn't remember a thing.

Hottie

Are you a Hottie? Damn straight you are! How can you tell? Dude, you just know.

Fashion Slant

Hey ladies, get the slant on fashion! See how the latest thing in this 7th Ave. shop is to lean strongly to the right or left in a jewel-tone cocktail dress? You can see how the mannikin to the far left has got it all wrong—she's dressed in beige—and is standing up perfectly straight. How uber uncool.

Prozac for Mannikins

This is a tough time of year for some people—shorter days—darkness settling in early. But mannikins, too? And, it's not like you can take them shopping or buy them a Cosmo to snap 'em out of it, right?

This was yesterday, on my walk back from KioskCom and the Digital Signage Show at the Javitz. Where I had intended in taking a photo or two, but we've all seen trade show booths, haven't we? Cool stuff though. We're getting closer to a Bladerunner reality, yet it's taking some decades.

I still don't have a synthetic snake.

Wildlife Refuge

Where do dreams reside?

The Blurry Morning Light

There is a certain light which blurs the day—eluding explanation—and leaving the air at seemingly random times. Click—and it's gone. Returning to the crispness.

Invasion of the Blips

In front of the "music" cottage at winvian.com.

Woodland kHyal

Listen—if you haven't seen the winvian website—go NOW. You will suffer a deep want to be in the ultra hip confines of it's exclusivizing compound. Scrambled eggs and truffles for breakfast with hand made raisins and espresso; skate with peekey toe crab and homemade bread at dinner. You get the idea. Not to mention the massages by a roaring stone fireplace with rose petals, candles and champagne in the 5,000 square foot spa. And, 16 themed cottages, built by 16 different architects. It inspired me to create a new woodland self portrait series. The first of which is shown above.

Bringing back a little dignity ...

Granted, some of my posts have been on the low-brow and perverse side lately. So, I'm amping up my game with some well respected and expensive icons from the Louvre. Enjoy!