Christy Minstrel (scarf fan, aficionado and stylist) encourages scarf lovers and others to visit the source of so many silky squares – “Vera Paints A Scarf” at The Museum of Arts and Design in NYC and yes, there will be ladybugs.
Click the pics to read all about it and get tickets.
STYLE NOTE: A scarf, with sunglasses and lipstick can constitute a satisfying and time saving Full Drag.
A memoir of New York in the 1980s and 1990s–a time of both enormous creativity and decadence–told by an artist who was at the center of it all, including the AIDS epidemic, and survived to tell the story.
Peter McGough–half of the team of McDermott & McGough, artists known for their painting, photography, sculpture, and film–writes about the trauma of growing up gay in 1950s suburbia; about the East Village art scene of the 1980s when he knew Keith Haring, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Andy Warhol, Jeff Koons and Julian Schnabel; and about his meeting David McDermott who would profoundly change his life by insisting they dress, live, and work like men in the Victorian era. From then on, wherever they lived–in New York City or in upstate New York–they lived without electricity or any other modern conveniences. Their art, called “Time Maps” was concerned with sexuality, bigotry, and AIDS, and their photography–using cyanotypes and platinum plates–had great success at major galleries and museums around the world. Eventually, however, McDermott’s incendiary temper and profligate spending would bankrupt them: McDermott would move to Dublin, and McGough, trying to work in New York, would discover that he had AIDS. I’ve Seen the Future and I’m Not Going is a poignant, often devastating, often humorous, entirely singular memoir.
PETER McGOUGHis an artist who has collaborated with David McDermott since the 1980s. They are known for their work in painting, photography, sculpture, and film. He divides his time between Dublin and New York City.
I was very serious about creating this image. I wanted to present J.C. with reverence and respect, with a personal truth but also with something very new. The same son of God, depicted in the same stylized and over-painted way we have seen him for generations yet with a new ethnicity. Hispanic is my update. I thought maybe it could sell in South America. My honest and uncensored depiction of Jesus would not be complete without a divine sensuality that heats a forbidden glowing layer of desire…like a glossy layer of clear love smeared over his lips, his watery eyes, over his whole beautiful face. The content of this art comes with your pondering stare – making it blurry in your mind as you gaze into it and beyond it’s few details. This is introspection, the individual’s unique third-eye point of view . I hoped to put all that on top of the half-man’s mortal masculinity that made this famous prophet, at least in this artist’s mind, quite hot.
It’s summer. Ideas are harder to find when you’re overheated and hungry.
Here’s one for you. In the words of Marlene Menard, the mid-eighties East Village chanteuse and star of Tom Rubnitz‘s video short masterpiece, Chicken Elaine, “et voila, it’s easy and fancy.”
Fennel, Blood Orange and Hazlenut Salad
1 large fennel bulb, thoroughly washed
2 blood oranges, sliced
1/2 cup whole raw hazelnuts
1 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
1–2 tbsp fresh squeezed lemon juice
1/2 tsp sea salt
Cut fennel bulb in half and slice it super thin.
Supreme the oranges. (Supremeing an orange) If you are not concerned about the “ooh la la” you can peel them and slice then into thin discs. If you supremed them you can, take a full ballet style bow then cut them into bite sized pieces.
Toast the hazlenuts. Don’t roast ’em. Don’t burn ’em. Just toast ’em then chop ’em.
Dress everything with olive oil and lemon juice an sea salt.
Serve this alone or on top of some mildly flavored lettuce like one from the Butterhead family for example. Butterhead…relax!, it’s vegan.