RAINBOWS AND THINGS

The house that Mike Tyson lost to ~*bAnKrUpTcY*~

TOUCHÉ

BOOM BOOM POW

A Single Man (2009)

FYI

This is what Palladium looked like. You know, before NYU razed it to make dorms. It's still a hotbed of drugs and sex but Marc Jacobs and Jean-Michel Basquiat don't dance there anymore.

How To Hang a Rothko, Basquiat or Stella

Architectural Digest May/June 1972, painting by Mark Rothko

Architectural Digest April 1999, painting by Frank Stella

Architectural Digest April 2007, GE Tobacco Section by Jean-Michel Basquiat and Andy Warhol 1984-85 (far left)

RIP MALL

If you ask me, I'll tell you the smoking ban forever sealed the fate of the suburban mall. Once the hotbed of suburban society, the local mall is on it's last breath. You see, shopping is one of the most anxiety-inducing recreational sports, in a way that no mall smoothie or CPK pizza could begin to alleviate. The need to buy something often trumps the attractiveness of the goods at hand, while on the rare occassion that the elusive gotta-have gem reveals itself, adequate funds are likely MIA. In such cases, a cigarette would offer the guilty conscience soothe, convincing you that you DO look great in that jacket (when it's really only the smoke stick working it's aesthetic powers), OR conversely that you should just relax, blow your savings and make it up down the road. This, my friends, is why people prefer to shop downtowns again and why developers are propping strip malls and outdoor shopping complexes in every backyard from Greenwich to Tuscon. Some people just smoke and shop online in the comfort of their bedrooms. So in a tribute of epic proportions, I present to you, the American mall pre-smoking ban. You can just smell the nicotine on these photos.

PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE WISH LIST

Hey friends!
I love you guys so much, thanks for being nice. It's been great helping you deal with your problems and helping you pass exams and getting you laid and whatnot. Anyway, some of you missed my birthday in January. Also, I was pretty nice when I didn't oblige anyone with a lame graduation party. A couple of you have offered beds, but to the rest, if you still want to be friends, you might consider giving me a token of your appreciation. So I made this list:

1.) Jean-Paul Goude "Jungle Fever". You can find this on Amazon or at Resurrection. It's not cheap but I'll let you scan copies.


2.) Arthur Elrod orange laquered and snakeskin console. This is at Todd Merrill Antiques in Noho. You get to keep it until I get an apartment but plz don't let people put their drinks down without coasters. JOSH.



3.) Pair of Joseph Andre Motte velvet club chairs. Also at Todd Merril. Hey maybe they'll cut you a deal on the chairs and console! You'll get to sit in the other one while I give you friend therapy!


4.) Oliver People's "Daddy B". Okay, these are at Bergdorf's and I'll only accept them in tortoise.


5.) Opening Ceremony M15 Boot. Hey, maybe that cute salesguy/model Jesse will give you/us his number!



6.) A Morris Louis drip-painting. Come on, you'll have awesome trips in my apartment just looking at this AND you'll feel really chic when you pay for it!


If for some legitimate reason you're a friend-on-a-budget, the following CD will sustain our friendship from being null and void.

OR Smencils. Scented pencils! I'll send you passive-aggressive notes that smell like strawberry-banana!

Thanks guys! <3,me.