Photo’s a wee bit blurry. Who cares. Let’s focus on what’s important here: a skateboard installation… being set up by two fuzzily striking artists… throwing up a big, positive-mental-attitude thumbs up to the camera! What else do you need to feel good about what’s going on here. Sara (thumbs upper) and Alice (wool ankles) are installing The Ring Of Joy as part of the ”Young Happiness” exhibition at the Västerås County Museum in Sweden. (Photo by Anastasia Matveeva Beckman)
We’ve only heard of one babe by the name of Milène, ever! So when we bumped into one outside of the Guggenheim at closing time, our immediate reflex was to automatically assume it was the same Milène that writes for our favorite magazine. This Milène is into 94-year-old French Resistance fighters and writing articles to further stoke the blaze of our fucked up System. When we foolishly asked what kind of scarf she was wearing, we were met with a look that was best described by the playful finger lurking in the background. Photo by Xavier Aaronson
It must be the colossal size of Jackson Pollock’s “One: Number 31, 1950″ that’s so magnetic to babes. Rebecka’s from Stockholm and she stood gazing at the painting for a solid minute and a half before we could talk to her and ask to take her photo. 1min 30secs is an eternity when you think about it. Photo by Xavier Aaronson
We met Anni in one gallery of the MOMA and coaxed her into letting us drag her through three other galleries just to get a shot of her Swedish babeness next to a Joan Miró; only to find out it was in fact Meret Oppenheim’s Red Head, Blue Body. Photo by Xavier Aaronson.
