“Boregasm” is the title of their latest collaborative exhibition and it features highly adrenalized photo collages topped with spurts of rousing paint. Fake eyeballs, crotch shots and a cry baby Elvis are just some the visuals that make up the surreal imagery at this spine-tingling exhibit.
The closing reception is tonight at Fig 19 Gallery (131 1/2 Chrystie St) in New York’s Lower East Side. So make sure to check it out before it vanishes forever.
Smoking hot dude babe under his Euro-cut high collar jacket and a bloodshot beenie outside of the Dia:Beacon. (Photo by Xavier Aaronson)
Lena’s navy blazer, golden badge and cherry frames trifecta reminds us that preppy only works these days when it’s bred in Brooklyn. Beautiful and bad to the skeleton! (photo by Xavier Aaronson)
by Tasnim Ahmed
Blue radiated from everywhere in the room, from all surfaces, some darker and others translucent, but we were all of the same color from one end of the room to the other. A little boy, not older than five, stared at his newly ultramarine palms with curiosity and delight, then looked up and waved at me furiously, his smile wide and his teeth sapphire. I returned his wave, the back of my hand a warm and bright indigo. In this one long room, we were all the same color, a few darker, a few lighter, but the same. I stepped closer to the source of my wonder—two rows and endless columns of neon lights. The discreet tag on the wall read “Dan Flavin.” Continued here…
We first met Érika at the MALBA museum in Buenos Aires. She’s a photographer from Brazil. That is all we know about her.
Attempting to summarize even a smidgen of Érika’s mind-roasting allure is futile—mostly, because we hardly know her and her glance suggests an ambush of unimaginable charms.
Instead, here’s a very mini saga of Érika’s beauty, photographed in a rustic Paris apartment, after museum hours.
(photos by Leandro Neves)
Here are some two-weeks-is-never-too-late photos from our 55DSL + Streaming Museum + Babes At The Museum party at Westway in Manhattan.
Special thanks to all babes, goons and snot-rockers for turning the party out.
Adele was surprised when we spotted her at the British Museum. She studies product and furniture design, carries a disproportionate black backpack wherever she goes and sports a yellow sheepskin vest that she “borrowed” from her mother who is a fashion teacher. Just babe’ing out, no big deal. (photo by Xavier Aaronson)
With a single passé, Molly raises the bar in babe’ing out . (photo by Justin Dingwall)
For the 3rd installment of our mixtape series, I asked lovable country punks Sunny Ali & The Kid to create the soundtrack to being chased out of the museum. What they sent back was a three-part mix: beginning with beats, moving on to their beloved country styles and closing with unadulterated rock from all over the world. Much more + track list here. (more…)
By stupefying chance, I bumped into Marissa twice.
Once at the Whitney and once at the Met Museum. Each time she seemed to be working, like wearing-a-badge-and-on-the-clock working. From these two accidental encounters, one thing was crystal clear, when Marissa is around music should be playing. Metaphorically or actually, whatever is fine, as long as it’s nothing fustian, just a melody that sticks in your mind.
To happen upon Marissa once was most winsome but crossing paths with her twice caused me to have those cartoon stars in my eyes and dreamy half thoughts like, “Who is this enchantress that has the time, let alone the courage, to work at every museum in New York City?! Is she in fact, real? Could she be…”
In this interview, Marissa, museum employee, NY native and babe among a myriad of other things, graces us with her own sorta song… Full interview here
Something about a sightly lass ambling through an empty museum just bottle rockets the ticker up my chest. (photo by Mikkel Vigholt Petersen) (more…)
Clara takes a stroll through Copenhagen’s very empty-looking Statens Museum - (photos by Mikkel Vigholt Petersen)
