Give it up to my shawty shawty!

Sunday's Favorite Selection #7

Side note: Originally today's favorite was Lost Boyz' Renee because it reminds me of my cousin and 1996. We listened to their debut album like crazy that winter (along with Redman's Muddy Waters). But I just heard this song on XM radio and I remember loving this song more in 96.

Cos I'm fall fall falling for you

Sunday's Favorite Selection #6

Side notes:

It's the last day of summer! 

"doo oo oo yeah" should be in every song ever.
There's this commercial for Rhapsody that uses Sound and Vision and The Sea and Cake did a lovely cover of it.

I'm drifting into my solitude over my head.

MTV's Top Pop Poop

(Blogger note-I wrote this awesome post last night, and something weird happened and only 1/3 of what I wrote showed up. So sadly this rewritten entry is probably not as interesting as yesterday when I was really into it.)

I don't think I've ever experienced feeling so moved by a text message that it made me post a blog about it, until today. As a ha ha joke, I texted my friend a picture of my mousepad at work. It's a Britto mousepad. Romero Britto - the uber cheesy "neo pop art" artist, that my friend hates dearly. 

A part of his response was "Mouse pads are just about the lowest of the low for visual artist...in fact, they're just below messenger bags." 

My replied back asking him aside from the artwork itself what's below that-a postcard, a coffee mug?

Honestly I couldn't stop thinking about this question. It automatically made me think of the essay The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction by Walter Benjamin. I have yet to actually read the essay, but I slightly do know what its about. What's the lowest of the low of reproductions? I've seen Britto's work on buses (and all over the damn place in South Florida) but I counted that out because I think of that as public art. Tattoos are reproductions but I counted that out because for its sentiment to the tattooee. It's personal therefore the artwork is not lower down to the equivalent to a mousepad. Unless well you're me and suggested to your friend to get a tattoo of Joseph Beuys' How to Explain Pictures to a Dead Hare because you want to live your tattoo fetish through her. Back to Britto - His images (that's right images, not art) are all over the (consumer) place. I've been interning/working at this job for over a year now, and just a few months ago I noticed that my mousepad was a Britto. Not that I didn't notice my mousepad its that his designs are such a background image because I see it all the time. Just 2 years ago I found out that it was actually an art in charge of these designed images. I honestly thought it was just some manufactured cheesy design, like a tacky font. I know someone is in charge doing it, but I didn't know it was some famous artist who is in the Saatchi Collection.

So here's the response from my friend:

In order (of) reproduction: 

postcards

tshirts

coffee mugs

fridge magnets, 

toilet seat covers, 

mass produced shlock with no intrinsic artistic value...then mousepads.

He forgot messenger/tote bags. And umbrellas because I once had a Starry Night umbrella that I got from the Dollar Store.

Killer Coke's delicious new design makeover

I noticed a few months ago the new design for Nestea's Iced Tea bottles. Not that I know anything about good design, but I really like it. The old one looked too much like a soda bottle and it looked sporty. I guess it's mountainish features reminds me of sports. But this sleek bottle is pretty European therefore it's cool. Simple and futuristic. Futuristic because the yellow and gray remind me of my futuristic dress that has pockets (and I think in the future every dress should have pockets.) Plus it now comes with 50 more antioxidants. Yummy antioxidants. Yummy corporations that kill union leaders from my country. It's how I like my drinks.

Some people think little girl should be seen

While looking thru all the photos I've saved on my PC I found a folder of artworks I would like to have if I curated an art show. It was a part of a project in senior seminar course. I wrote a proposal for it, but I think I didn't save it. From what I remember it was an exhibition that was broken into 3 sections- thread, hair and identity. The proposal was written really nicely why I did that, but you're smart you can see the connection.

Here are the artists/artwork I wanted in my awesome curated show:

Lygia Clark

Ghada Amer

Sadly I don't remember her name, but once I find out I'll edit this.

Ana Mendieta

Ellen Gallagher

Petah Coyne

Cindy Sherman

Nikki S. Lee

Ana Mendieta

Found on cragslist

Sunday's Favorite Selection #5

Side notes:

Other films I really want to see:

In Search of a Midnight Kiss

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

Pedro Almovador's film-Los Abrazos Rotos should be out in a year. This still is so mysterious it's making me too anxious. 

More songs about buildings (and food)

Creative Time presents Playing the building, a sound installation in which the infrastructure, the physical plant of the building, is converted into a giant musical instrument. Devices are attached to the building structure — to the metal beams and pillars, the heating pipes, the water pipes — and are used to make these things produce sound. The activations are of three types: wind, vibration, striking. The devices do not produce sound themselves, but they cause the building elements to vibrate, resonate and oscillate so that the building itself becomes a very large musical instrument.

For some reason when I was in New York this summer-I regret not checking out this site specific installation. I did know about it, but failed in life and let not only myself down-but David Byrne as well. Just yesterday I caught a video clip on this installation. The video itself moved me so I can only imagine how I would had emulsified in front of this art work. But what's the best thing about this art work is that it only function as a participatory work. You can look at it sure, but you have to use your hands to press on those organ keys, and your ears ready to listen to the direction where the sound traveled. All the little trinkets that help produce the sound makes this building an instrument. 

I'm sure this experience can only be compared to falling into a black hole.

Everybody is talking about the stormy weather

Sunday's Favorite Selection #4