Since I’m trying to get my home together, I’ve been on the hunt for cool things to frame so I can rid my apartment of its bare walls. My inner nerd loves gemstone prints and bookplates like the one above, which go for less than $75 on Etsy and eBay (and often cost around 20 bucks). They remind me of the rock collection I kept as a kid, and it’s fun to grab a piece of history — they’re usually from the late 1800s and early 1900s.
The fashion world has been inspired by gems lately, too, covering clothes with faceted stone prints. Keep reading to see more gemstone inspiration for both your home and your closet. Keep reading »
Ladies and gentlemen who like gentlemen, there is now a reason far better than saving on Manhattan rent to move to Bushwick, Brooklyn: a bunch of male models being artsy in a space visible from the street. By “a bunch,” we mean four and by “visible from the street,” we mean it’s not weird to set up camp outside the Bushwick storefront that man models Boyd Holbrook, Vincent Lacrocq, Jacques Naude, and Jamie Strachan have turned into a studio/gallery for their own work and shows by local artists. The [gorgeous] boys told Style.com that the space, called BAG (for Be A Giant), is a way for them to “loan our luck to other people” by providing a creative environment and display space for emerging artists. Eventually, they see it turning into a money-making artistic cooperative that capitalizes on the artists who have settled all over the neighborhood. If that means we can stop by their shows to check out the “art” and stuff, we’re rooting for their success. [Style.com] Keep reading »
I like art a whole lot. And I love living in a country where people can create any kind of artwork they want without fear of being thrown in prison or killed. I’m guessing Nina Maria Kleivan, a Danish-Norwegian photographer, feels the same way. Eleven years ago, Kleivan created a series of photos of her infant daughter dressed as the world’s cruelest dictators, like Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin, Idi Amin, Benito Mussolini and Saddam Hussein.
It begs the question: why, oh why, would a mother dress her baby up like Hitler? Keep reading »
On Sunday afternoon I walked between a naked man and woman in public, through a doorway actually. They stared at me as I tried to avoid her breasts and to not graze his genitals with my oversized handbag. I couldn’t make eye contact with them, though I felt their breath. No, this wasn’t a sex party, nor a strip club. This was the Museum of Modern Art here in New York City, folks. This nude couple was re-enacting “Imponderabilia,” a performance first staged by artist Marina Abramovic and Ulay, her partner, at an art gallery in 1977. This is one of five live performances — three nude ones — of Abramovic’s that is being staged as part of The Artist is Present exhibit, a 40-year survey of the work of the self-proclaimed “grandmother of performance art.” Good timing, MoMA, since it’s National Women’s History Month …
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Anyone who thinks painting is dead has clearly not been introduced to Australian artist Tim Patch, who goes by the name Pricasso. He paints portraits, landscapes, nudes, and sexual fare using his peen as his paintbrush. “I dip it in the paint and then apply it to the canvas,” he says. “I videotape all my work because sometimes people don’t believe me.” Pricasso will paint your portrait from a photo for $75, and he also goes to parties, where he’ll paint revelers for $50 to $100 a piece. Fascinating tidbit: he doesn’t paint on canvas, simply because it’s too abrasive. [The Luxury Spot] Keep reading »
We wonder if these 10-inch platform heels made of elephant dung smell as horrible as they look. [HighSnobette] Keep reading »
Despite what we’ve learned from “Jersey Shore,” not everyone in the Garden State is psyched to see public nudity. This week, the Gonzalez family of Rahway, NJ, were forced to cover up their snowy tribute to the Venus de Milo. After toiling for hours in the snow, the family got a visit from the po-po after receiving anonymous complaints of a “naked snow woman.” The officer agreed it was a work of art but asked the family to put some clothes on the curvaceous ice lady. So they found a bikini top and sarong. The mother of the family, Maria, agreed that the statue was womanly but not worth censorship. “[The statue is] curvaceous, bodacious and booty-licious—but not obscene, I thought she looked more objectified and sexualized after you put the bikini on.” Seriously. It’s not like she had labia or even nipples. With all the craziness going on in the world, you’d think there would be bigger problems than a topless hunk of frozen ice which will melt in a week. And if NJ cops need to crack down on nudity, they should track down Snooki in the dance clubs! Just sayin’. [Newser] Keep reading »
Artist Mark Reigelman spruces up public places like in this work, “Home Sweet Home,” in which he remodeled a bus stop to look like a quaint living room. [Homelife.com.au via NOTCOT] Keep reading »
I love Lady Gaga just as much as everyone else. But there’s a surefire way to kill a good thing, and that’s overexposure. Right about now, I’m thinking we should take it easy on the Gaga obsession, for fear that we’ll become sick of her like a bad romance. Despite my fears, Craig Gleason got a bit creative with her over-the-top outfits and headpieces, and upped her importance to presidential status. Instead of leaving good old George Washington on the dollar bills, Craig painted over our first President, turning the founding father into the Fame Monster. We’re especially loving the replication of her V cover and her Mickey Mouse sunnies. You can purchase a framed set of three for $30. [Rakk and Ruin via Refinery29] Keep reading »