Summer Readiness!

Spring is in the air!

(or is that just the smell of all the rotting piles of fish, fly covered duck parts, and the abundance of mushy, blackened, mouldy fruits and vegetables cascading out of the garbage bins on every corner of China Town after a long hot weekend?)

ANYWAY, I digress (yet again)… SPRING…or something…is in the air! And we all know what that means. There is something sinister lurking just after Labour Day…. SUMMER. It’s that dreaded perennial season that inflicts self loathing, acute body dysmorphia, and humiliation upon most of the population. Every year it’s just as reliable as when Puxasutawney Phil comes peeking out of his burrow. It’s just as predictable as October bringing us Halloween. And of course the arrival of Halloween means attending parties where once more you hear the reoccurring theme of everybody’s costume. The description of said theme is naturally:

“I’m a Sexy ______”

(you can fill in that above blank with anything from “kitten”, “nurse”, “pirate”, “baby”, “homeless man”, “burn victim” through to “cadaver”)

But..back to our topic…

Yes, SUMMER is coming. The season whose high temperatures, and societal expectations demand that we wear less coverings over our pale, flabby bodies. Those same bodies that have been safely camouflaged all through autumn and winter by cashmere sweaters, silk lined woollen trousers, fashionable boots, hand knitted scarves, glamorous drama coats (à la Çomme de Garçon) and a vast variety of garments created from beautiful tactile fabrics. (le sigh)

Summer, on the other hand is the season, that to me, demands that I wear clothing and bathing suits that exacerbate the genetic betrayal that is my legacy.

I know a lot of people say: “You should just join a gym and start working out! You’ll get such a high from it!”, or “Take a Spin Class, it’s so much fun!”, and

I’m on a really fun ______team, you should come and play with us!”

I have attempted all of those activities, and believe me when I tell you that I totally went at it half-heartedly, and gave it the best half-arsed effort that I kinda tried to muster. Going to the gym, and especially trying out a Spin Class made me completely anxious, self conscious and nauseous. Being around all those muscular, toned young people made me feel like a giant albino squid, thrown out of the ocean, and onto a beach. I was flopping about uncoordinated and exposed. All that my squid self desperately wanted to do was to find some way back into that ocean water again, and then squirt out a huge cloud of black ink in which to hide myself, and cower. In other words, as far as gyms? I’d rather wear fire as a hat.

After all of those experiences I have decided that I already get plenty of exercise from chain smoking, driving a stick-shift, wandering through the streets aimlessly every weekend, and lying in bed and complaining.

However, I did recently unearth a long forgotten ancient VHS tape!

(yes I DO do still own a VCR. I use it to view all of the old videos that I never got around to converting to DVD’s twenty years ago…and yes DVD’s still exist too. Not everything is on Netflix baby)

So this afore mentioned tape is an old eighties work-out tape was designed especially for men. I have been watching it and copying all the movements for weeks, but I am still not looking like any of the men on the tape. Then I realised that maybe the point isn’t looking like those men, but rather to just like looking at them.

Enjoy!

A New Chelsea Gallery Is Having a Group Show

Just when you thought all the good galleries had crossed water to make room for Roasteries and even more luxury rental towers, a new Chelsea gallery has sprung up around the corner and is currently showing some nerw art by several artists who I suspect do not live in the area.

Keeping track of gallery hours can be a headache but this gallery has a unique approach to that because they are never open. They are always closed, padlocked in fact. No worries for the art lover though because all the art is easily viewed from the sidewalk right in front! A clever idea and a little perk for the line of commuters who line up daily in front of it, waiting for their bus to…um…actually I have no idea where that bus goes but there seem to be hell of a lot of people taking it everyday to “somewhere.”

Anyhoozle, as they never say in the art world, here are few highlights of the show…

Black/Pink – not the Korean pop group – from GHOST.

GRAFFITTI’S exploding purple bomb.

Werds, werds and more werds. You’ll write a rope of words and strangle this business! – sorry but sometimes ( like all the time ) I need to quote Norma Desmond. Nevermind.
It’s a very well lit and spacious gallery. I’m not sure who did the installation on the floor, but it’s GEEEEEENIUS.

Stop by and check it out of you are in the neighborhood. No address is posted ( on the chain link fence “piece” across the front – which is totally also geeeeenius – but you can find it right around the corner from the new KGB Museum on 14th St and diagonally across the intersection from the new Museum of Illusions and for any old time locals, it’s next door to the check cashing place on 8th an 15th. A note for visiting tourists; The gallery is Google Headquarters adjacent so after your selfie with the sign, turn around and have a look. Enjoy your visit to NEW YORK CITY – The artistless city of art!

#werds

#GHOST

#Graffiti’s

UPDATE: Pop up installation in front of the gallery tonight! Anybody know the artist of this piece?


It’s National Pizza Day

This and crispy, that’s how I like it. Fresh mozzarella and I’m not mad at fresh basil.

If you’re near Murray Hill ( the neighborhood, NOT the comedy genius ) do yourself a flavor and skip DJ Pizza. Yeah.

DJ Pizza – great name…and little else.

I’m still dealing with my deep dish depression over the closure of Pizza Box on Bleeker where, in the hard times eighties, I considered dried oregano a vegetable.

These days you may find me at Village Pizza at 65 8th Ave and Gansevoort St.

(directly across from Janet Jackson Square – #JJS) Tony’s gone but speak to Hugo. Hugo knows crispy. Chicken Parm? No harm. Calzones? sure…but not today. Today’s a National Pizza holiday. Treat yourself and order a whole pie with three Snapples. Tomorrow you won’t have to leave the house.