Response #2: in the fam
Response #3: the naked intern calendar
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
nap town for those who don't sleep
I've been meaning to post about 1st Friday in Indianapolis since... well, almost three weeks ago.
Next we headed to Fountain Square to check out the Murphy Building. It's filled with artist's studios and galleries. I wanted to pop into Alias Gallery to see what street art PEEL Magazine had to display. The opening was also the first book signing party for PEEL: The Art of the Sticker. A lot more of the work was familiar than I expected. So many of these artists have done commercial work or products. Some pieces were quirky with a humorous edge. There was also the Obama piece by Shepard Fairey, and the letter from Obama next to it. There was an interesting mix of people, from the street art kids with big backpacks to the artsy intellectual types.
We ended the evening with some beer at Rock Bottom Brewery and then some live jazz at the Chatterbox. This place was a funky little dive bar that reminded me of Philly, in that cozy dirty kind of way.
Our first stop was at the Indianapolis Museum of Art for the Project IMA fashion show. It's part of their show Breaking the Mode that features pieces from the LACMA permanent collection. Project IMA showed the work of 16 local designers, and a lot of it was pretty out there. They advertised it as a collection of "outrageous / beautiful / irreverent / glamorous " pieces. I guess some were avant-garde, but a whole bunch of the concepts were just riding the edge of hideous instead of genius. To illustrate, Project IMA on the left, Issey Miyake on the right. See what I mean?
The place was packed out for the show, and there wasn't anywhere to park. It seemed as if it was the event of the decade in Indianapolis. They had a dj, a handful of gorgeous models, and a couple who were walking in heels for the first time. Everyone, including myself, seemed to really enjoy the affair despite any of the not-so-nice things I mentioned above. I'd do it again.
Next we headed to Fountain Square to check out the Murphy Building. It's filled with artist's studios and galleries. I wanted to pop into Alias Gallery to see what street art PEEL Magazine had to display. The opening was also the first book signing party for PEEL: The Art of the Sticker. A lot more of the work was familiar than I expected. So many of these artists have done commercial work or products. Some pieces were quirky with a humorous edge. There was also the Obama piece by Shepard Fairey, and the letter from Obama next to it. There was an interesting mix of people, from the street art kids with big backpacks to the artsy intellectual types.
I was into what Indianapolis had to offer. I felt I could get along just fine there for about 4 months without going insane.
The most exciting work of the night was in the hall upstairs at Big Car Gallery. The work was called Us By Numbers, a project by Doug Arnholter. Everyone was invited to pick up some paint and be a part. I LOVED THIS! I had to get in on the fun.
People in the midwest are so nice. Everyone was up for having a conversation, then again maybe it's just the company I like to keep. I don't know. But all in all Nap town wasn't as sleepy as I expected. There are some fabulous little places to eat, a thriving art scene, plenty of bars and chill people to share good times with... I break out in hives at the thought of going to "the middle" (unless we're talking about like Chicago), but as it turns out I'm not allergic to Indianapolis, at all.
Monday, April 21, 2008
an oldie, but goodie
after the tone message #5: a very young miss koco with her version of happy birthday
Sunday, April 20, 2008
reminder
I found this on Market Street in West Philly. I'd love to know who this Kayos character is.
brought to you by the letter B
My Saturday started out lazy. I took my time getting myself together and went to meet the ever so talented Esteme in the park. I was running later than I thought I was so I decided to take a cab.
INSTANT KARMA: The driver saw me, but also saw the two guys half a block closer hailing him too. He paused in front of them for a moment before deciding to pick me up instead. They looked like they were late, and obviously very pissed at what had just happened. I yelled down the street, "Where are you going?" Turns out that they were going to the exact same place I was going, Rittenhouse Square, so I told them to hop in. They insisted on paying for the cab, and on the ride there they gave me some recommendations for good restaurants in the city (B.Y.O.B. places, in their opinion, always have better food). Bonus.
The weather was beautiful, like Philly decided to skip over spring and went right to summer. We chilled out for a bit and then headed over to a BBQ at the Special Situations Corporation (Est. 1962). I met a whole bunch of interesting characters there, including this dude:
I couldn't figure out why he was so familiar until he mentioned that he knew my sister. Strangely enough I recognized him from j9's flickr pics. Crazy visual memory.
I was stuffed with plate after plate of food and one drink after the next--burgers, beer, ribs, fresh fresh veggies, rosemary potatoes, and some delish ginger infused cocktails. Then we headed over to Bob and Barbara's for a special before we decided to do a bit of booty shakin over at Barbary.
As Esteme would say, I was in the streets. When I got home my feet were filthy, total proof of a full day/night of urban trekking in open-toed shoes. My hair held onto the scent of the smoky grill and a couple of bars. Despite that, I sleepily slipped into the sheets thinking that everything was just right. It was all the way a summer Saturday should be.
INSTANT KARMA: The driver saw me, but also saw the two guys half a block closer hailing him too. He paused in front of them for a moment before deciding to pick me up instead. They looked like they were late, and obviously very pissed at what had just happened. I yelled down the street, "Where are you going?" Turns out that they were going to the exact same place I was going, Rittenhouse Square, so I told them to hop in. They insisted on paying for the cab, and on the ride there they gave me some recommendations for good restaurants in the city (B.Y.O.B. places, in their opinion, always have better food). Bonus.
The weather was beautiful, like Philly decided to skip over spring and went right to summer. We chilled out for a bit and then headed over to a BBQ at the Special Situations Corporation (Est. 1962). I met a whole bunch of interesting characters there, including this dude:
I couldn't figure out why he was so familiar until he mentioned that he knew my sister. Strangely enough I recognized him from j9's flickr pics. Crazy visual memory.I was stuffed with plate after plate of food and one drink after the next--burgers, beer, ribs, fresh fresh veggies, rosemary potatoes, and some delish ginger infused cocktails. Then we headed over to Bob and Barbara's for a special before we decided to do a bit of booty shakin over at Barbary.
As Esteme would say, I was in the streets. When I got home my feet were filthy, total proof of a full day/night of urban trekking in open-toed shoes. My hair held onto the scent of the smoky grill and a couple of bars. Despite that, I sleepily slipped into the sheets thinking that everything was just right. It was all the way a summer Saturday should be.
message updates
after the tone message #3: my throat hurts today
message #4: all the japanese I can remember off the top of my head
message #4: all the japanese I can remember off the top of my head
Saturday, April 19, 2008
after the tone?
I was on the phone the other day when the doorbell rang. I had to get off the phone abruptly, leaving my friend hanging. And then I didn't call her right back because I had plans to go to a cafe with someone else who had just showed up at the door. The message I received later on my phone was, "Who was at the door? a murderer?" I explained myself then received,"I was sure it was a murderer. Or like a pizza guy but from porn."
I love that my favorite people can easily tell me hilarious and fabulous things via cell phone. I'm going to miss this, and that got me thinking. I've decided to keep a phone number in the states so people can call and listen to the message and I'll change the message regularly to keep it interesting. They can leave me messages for me too. I often find myself wanting to make a phone call in the evening when I have minutes if I'm bored. Calling my voicemail will be like checking my blog, but audio based.
You call me anytime on my hello happy line: 1-339-368-KOCO
Ten points to you if you got the "hello happy line" reference. For those who want to listen, but not leave a message, I figured it would be a good excuse for me to learn how to put together podcasts too--very short, 45 second podcasts. Then I'd also have an archive of the messages. The sound quality will definitely be better in the podcast than on the message... I'll have to play with that a bit. I'll figure out how to make in easy for people to subscribe and stuff too. You can also reach me through skype. My skype name is misskoco, of course.
I imagine this will get fun and interesting when I'm in Tokyo or traveling.
So here's the first message:
I love that my favorite people can easily tell me hilarious and fabulous things via cell phone. I'm going to miss this, and that got me thinking. I've decided to keep a phone number in the states so people can call and listen to the message and I'll change the message regularly to keep it interesting. They can leave me messages for me too. I often find myself wanting to make a phone call in the evening when I have minutes if I'm bored. Calling my voicemail will be like checking my blog, but audio based.
You call me anytime on my hello happy line: 1-339-368-KOCO
Ten points to you if you got the "hello happy line" reference. For those who want to listen, but not leave a message, I figured it would be a good excuse for me to learn how to put together podcasts too--very short, 45 second podcasts. Then I'd also have an archive of the messages. The sound quality will definitely be better in the podcast than on the message... I'll have to play with that a bit. I'll figure out how to make in easy for people to subscribe and stuff too. You can also reach me through skype. My skype name is misskoco, of course.
I imagine this will get fun and interesting when I'm in Tokyo or traveling.
So here's the first message:
Friday, April 18, 2008
words
Each one of these words I place here with intention.
I place here each one of these words, with intention.
With intention, I place here each one of these words.
I place here each one of these words, with intention.
With intention, I place here each one of these words.
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