What can't you do in New York? Officially? Nothing. And now we know it's true. We saw the frocks, the lesbian suits, Scorsese's mesmerising false teeth, but only one man had the balls to show up in cargo pants. Nice one, Gut. Meanwhile, is anything surprising anymore? And whoever did the production design for the ceremony should be summarily whipped. I mean shadow puppets - seriously, who does that???? This is the Oscars people, not an 80's pantomime.
I'd almost forgotten what good art was like until this weekend. The annual Armory Show in the Upper West Side showcases art from galleries all over the world (mostly North America and Europe). Interesting stuff coming out of India and Berlin, for the most part. Didn't take many pics - too busy looking.
Graham Gilmore talks to himself.
Victoria Morton in the house.
We laughed, we cried, we fell on our arses. All in the short space of 2 weeks. Muchos tacos memoriez!
It's like watching the seasons change in fast forward when it snows in New York. It's magical, (relatively) warm and white for a few hours. Everything goes quiet. Then there's the crunch-crunch, which gives way to a squeak-squeak, followed closely by a squelch-squelch and, finally, a slap-slap. The world turns grey then brown then black; dries out and waits for the next white-out.
Fuck the police. For giving me a $60 fine. For walking through an open door at a train station. For me being stupid enough to give the 'officer' some of my not-even-tried-or-tested New York attitude. I guess I just failed, right?. Anyway, I am hereby donating my $60 so-called 'fine' to the Get the NYPD Back on the Streets Doing Real Work Like Catching Criminals, Terrorists and Spitters campaign (otherwise known as GNYPDBOTSDRWLCCTAS). I encourage you all to put your good money towards this worthy cause. Hey, if I weren't white, I'd swear I'd just had one of those 'pick on the black dude' law enforcement experiences.
T'was Superbowl weekend,
and all through the house,
the meat was burning,
but it wasn't a mouse.
It was pig, chicken, cow, and shellfish.
Here's a couple of my personal favourites, to be enjoyed only while drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon.
This is what's known as a 'baloney pony'. Sliced into 2 inch wide cross sections and eaten in as few bites as possible, it strongly resembles roadkill. Tasty though.
The famous White Castle burger. One mouthful for a man, 4 dainty bites for a girl. You can order them by the crate (pictured) when you just can't be bothered to get off the couch. Again, a delicious alternative to the sausage sizzle or cabanossi & Coon cheese combo. My Australian contribution of a plate of fairy bread was greeted with mild amusement, but how could I possibly compete with a miniburger? Philistines.
Saturday afternoon is all about drawing naked burlesque dancers, while accompanied by a Vaudeville-style 2 man band. That's the Dr. Sketchy formula, anyway. This is Lola, one of the most amazing live models I've ever had the pleasure of drawing - just like one of Gauguin's Tahitian beauties, but with nipple tassles! I spent half the class wondering if there was a word for those in English... anyone?
