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Month: February, 2011

If you like Barbie and if you like Dexter…

Then you’ll love Marie Clayton’s photography. A “self-taught” photographer and artist, Clayton has a flare for irony and story telling. She takes the smiling, perfect vision of Barbie (&Ken) and adds some psycho into the equation, creating these scenarios much like scenes out of Dexter, and then some. As illusive a serial killer as Dexter is, Clayton shows that Barbie (and in turn, all that Barbie stands for) can be a serial killer behind a plastic mask, too. And plus, it’s just really funny.

^Haha, my favorite. Clayton’s caption: Failure to perform.




A guilty conscience is the worst possible feeling that can exist. I currently have one looming over me, and it’s literally something that I think should be treated by medical professionals. Granted, it is there for a reason, so I guess that’s productive emotional evolution.

The bad: I hate it. It makes life weird. I either do not sleep or I sleep too much. In terms of dieting, it’s great. It gives me the attention span of a gnat, which is a huge issue as I already have enough ADD as it is.

But, the good: Assuming you’ve already tried to redeem yourself, the good thing about emotion is that emotion is really real. Emotion starts a new path down a new road that starts something different in your soul. While I hate guilt, I love the fact that I am human enough to feel guilt, and that I can do something about said feelings. Maybe I will write a blog about guilt (check), or maybe I will begin to kick-box my way through it (that would be good). Maybe I will paint something, or at least attempt to. Maybe I will decide to start doing my homework religiously and become a good student (maybe not). There is a whole slew of things one can do or become when provided with unfavorable feelings or situations. My only advice is not to watch the movies My Dog Skip, Sofie’s Choice, Requiem for a Dream, or Finding Nemo. They are really sad and just aren’t worth it right now.

Or, watch this and feel really happy:

Or, try some angry self-improvement techniques like me:


Ruth Erdt

I found out about Swiss artist/photographer Ruth Erdt through a site I love ( Though there’s not much I can say that the site hasn’t already, I felt the need to re-post these photos. They are haunting and spectacular.

^Currently my desktop background. I love the combination of vivid color against a stark white background.

^This photo makes me feel uncomfortable. It’s eerie. I can’t entirely tell if this person is a girl or a boy (though I think a girl…), and I’m wondering why the sign is upside down. She(he?) looks scared, and the lighting with the harsh shadow is lonely and victimizing. And there’s just so much red! I feel like this young person is stuck in a circus freak show and I really want to get her out of there.

^This is my favorite of the photos. I love the nose and the freckles. It captures a sense of intimacy and distant memory.

I hope one of her shows comes to the U.S.!


16 things I have learned (thus far) from living in Los Angeles.

1.) Do not assume the furthest righthand lane is a traffic lane. It is not. There are cars parked there. You will hit them.

2.) Do not expect a pleasant response from complimenting anyone, ANYONE on Robertson/Melrose/3rd street/Beverly Hills in general. They will patronize you no matter what with their big sunglasses (which they obviously wear inside).

3.) The nicer/more expensive the store, the more useless, unhelpful and rude the sales people get. I don’t understand it… what do they think they are, famous or something!?! (answer: yes).

4.) For some reason, all girls sound the same in Los Angeles. It’s this congested whining noise and they drag out vowels for way too long. STOP IT.

5.) Do not underestimate the importance of the bathroom trip before getting into your car at 3PM (or anytime, for that matter) headed for the 405 North. Your bladder will thank you for this when you are stuck at a literal standstill in the same place for 10 minutes at a time. (*note, that old yogurtland container sitting in your car will serve you well in the event of a true catastrophe, so do not throw it out.)

6.) Do not assume, ever, that metermaids will have any mercy on you.

7.) Do not assume, ever, that metermaids have souls.

8.) Your neighbors in South Central collect cans in shopping carts, and you casually wave to them and yell “Good morning!”  while jogging in a pair of $90 lululemon shorts. Why, yes, I do go to USC.

9.) Billboards in South Central advertise bail bonds and dental implants. This is totally normal.

10.) People in Little Tokyo do not understand or speak english and are in denial of living in America (and I like it).

11.) The majority of the Los Angeles population does not speak or understand english, either (this, however, can be frustrating.)

12.) Back-up cams on cars are the best things ever invented.

13.) I’m sorry, but Crumbs cupcakes are not good. They taste like old chap-stick.

14.) Katsuya has the creepiest art work ever. The clumpy close-ups of mascara are not appetizing and, quite frankly, upset me.

15.) Security guards at the MOCA can detect premeditated camera phone usage. It’s basically like Minority Report. You will never win (unless you’re Tom Cruise).

16.) That being said, Scientology really isn’t a joke. Los Angeles is doomed.


Update: An exchange after I posted this between myself and Lincoln Jesser (His music is dope. Check it out: strangers by Pace)


umm you know you want to readdd itttt… I wish i could be humble about these things, but i just can’t.

Lincoln: hahajust did i like it although i think youre too hard on metermaids…that’s literally entirely what their job consists of….dont give them the opportunity to ticket you!!! haha

Me: I will be hard on them. they are unforgivable soulless baby eaters. they ticketed me for literally being 10 minutes over the 1 hour that really all they aspire to be in life? mood crushers? money stealers? unforgiving douche bags? they must be huge pricks you couldn’t be in that job and not be a huge prick. i would feel badly giving tickets.

Lincoln: hahahh aiiight

Me: I am a good person.

Lincoln: just sayin if they didnt ticket youwhere should they draw the line?

Me: give someone some fucking slack like sorry linc but 10 minutes is really upsetting and fucking’re just trying to pick a fight now but you won’t win because you KNOW IT’S ASSFUCKING LAME

Lincoln: haha im not trying to pick a fight ! it’s just im trying to help you avoid the 6th ticket

Me: thanks

Lincoln: they  dont show compassion for ppl who are a little late because

Me: you are helping out a lot

Lincoln: it’s people like youuuu who do it over and over again…so if they show mercy you wont learn youre lessonim sorry dont be mad i love you

Me: you are the most obnoxious person ever. I write a blog

Lincoln: it’s none of my business!

Me: and you nit pick. you should go be a fucking meter maid

Lincoln: hahaha

Me: metermaid

Lincoln: im sorry im just trying to help, i think your logic on this one is flawed if everyone was 10 minutes late to their cars, 1) the city would lose a fuck ton of money, 2) there would be worse parking availability than there currently is

Me: lincoln it is not about the logicit is about the quality of people WHO THE FUCKWANTS TO BE A METERMAID?THEY ARE ASSHOLES

Lincoln: luce, im sure it’s not their dream job


Lincoln: not everyone is born with a legitimate chance to go to sc and be a boss

Me: there are other jobs that one could aspire to be.

Lincoln: but i agreemetermaids are shitty

Me: you are shittygo awayI am so annoyed with you I hate you i just wanted to write

Lincoln: wuv youdont worry im the same way…any time i dont get an a i automatically hate my teacher

Me: a witty blog post that simultaneously relieved my pissy attitude about the situation

Lincoln: well i think the blog post is really good and funny

Me: and you go and you point a big red lousy finger at me and try to take away the one little light I have in the situation. so you are now in the same grouping as metermaids to me: SOULLESS RUTHLESS BLOOD SUCKING BABY FUCKERS/eaters.

Lincoln: ew i would never eat something i had fucked. well…nvm

Me: go away now

Lincoln: ahahahaFINE

Me: you just made me feel a whole new level of bad

Lincoln: i have class anyways

ME: me too. BYE

Lincoln: my work here is done


If you like cats and if you like Banksy, you will like this.

‘exit through the pet shop’

Venice beach/Skaters

Today was my first time in Venice, the place famous for lords of dog town. It was wild. The skate culture there is so cool and attractive and oddly welcoming, and the skaters are all like something deeper than family to each other. It was a fun day to photograph.

I call him Blondie because I don’t know his name. He’s 15 years old and would hardly give me the time of day with his pissy cool attitude, which he backs up with his absurd skating skill, though this photo shows a softness in him that I’m intrigued by.

And he has a tattoo.

This guy’s name is Adam Paul. He’s part of the original dog town crew. He has a kind of regal and wise presence.

Spray paint


essai d’ouverture

essai d’ouverture (1988) by Luc Moullet


Misaki Kawai

I saw Japanese/Brooklyn based artist Misaki Kawai’s “Space House” at the ICA in Boston a couple of years ago and became both fascinated and charmed by “cute-brut” style. Cute-brut (huge in Japan) takes an adult and (sometimes) semi scary or just bizarre approach to cute, childish and cartoonish style. One article equates it to the components of punk rock: “fucked-up technique plus verve equals great art if you get it “wrong” in just the right ways.”

Kawai’s ‘Space House’ installation is probably one of the most intriguing and literally alien pieces of art I’ve ever seen, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since seeing it. The “space house” installation takes up a medium sized room, and upon walking in, one hears faint, bubbly chitter chatter that comes from the brightly colored, paper-mache looking interconnected space pods. The pods have little windows which, paired with the sounds of pixie-like chatter, beckon one into peering through.

Exterior view: Space house

Inside a pod. The TV actually works.

The sensation of spying on this bizarre little alien world is thrilling, like a mini mind-blowing rush of youthful curiosity. I only really recall having those feelings of awe when I was really little, like when I first realized what a pen was, only instead of it being a mundane and ordinary thing in my eyes, I treated it like it was a holy relic and didn’t let it out of my clutches for about a week.

Inside of the pods (above), one sees life being lived in a new/strange and different way. The creatures look a little bit like road-kill blow-up-dolls, and their language sounds a little bit like a remix of samples from a drunken tinker bell (hard to describe, evidently). They are all interacting and behaving in different ways in each pod, so you never get tired of looking through. Above, the little creatures are having a hot tub (orgy?) party. In the next pod, one might witness jazzercise.


Casually flying paper airplanes.

Fighting perhaps?

Misaki Kawai (holding coin purse?)

Some of her other non-installation stuff:

So pitiful.

Her “naked beach girl”

I really want to go to Japan… 0___O