Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Art Club 2000

Art Club 2000, Untitled (Conrans I), 1992–93. Chromogenic color print, 8 x 10 in (20.32 x 25.4 cm). Courtesy the artist and the Estate of Colin de Land

From The New Museum's Press Release: "NYC 1993" - on view from February 13 2013.

Monday, November 19, 2012

bows and sugar cubes

Seeing this reminded me of a very peculiar Copenhagen myth, namely about gay men cruising at the penthouse coffee shop of a Copenhagen department store.

Supposedly, these unidentified gay men would be sitting at their tables stacking sugar cubes, and if they stacked them this way rather than that (or something along those lines - I can't remember the specifics), it signified that they were game for hooking up. (Or looking at stationery on the 4th floor or whatever. Perhaps it was much more innocent than the story made it out to be).

I really don't know if there's a grain of truth to this story, but if not, I think it's so random it deserves a prize. Imagine all these gay men with nothing better to do than sit all day in a department store coffee shop, stacking sugar cubes.

 Anyway, the picture is re-blogged from Ace Hotel's blog.

my boyfriend went to London

Johan went to London for work last week, and knowing I'm a sucker for anything that comes in nice, foreign packaging or in an unusual or extraordinary size, he went on a shopping spree at Harrod's and bought all this for yours truly.

I love that Johan knows I'd prefer plain flour and Tabasco over airport perfume any day.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

she's 16 and she competes

When I was looking for my Obama rally shots, I came across this picture from an ice-skating rink in Arlington, Virginia. Thought I'd repost it along with my original caption, which was something a lady at the rink whispered to me, when she saw me zooming in on her.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

hurray hurray! (and phew!)

If it weren't for the fact that I have to get dressed and go to work, I'd add some confetti to this picture and turn it into a celebratory gif;O)

here's hoping

Four years and three days ago, on the night before the election, Marie and I spent an evening rallying for Obama in Virginia. I'll happily risk sounding like a genuine cheese ball when I say that magic was in the air that night. Because it was. It was sizzling. So much hope and anticipation all around.

Just thinking about it, I want to go back and be there all over again. Stand there and wait, eyes fixed on the podium, and feel the goose bumps on my skin when he finally arrived and convinced us all over again that he was the right guy for the job.