HELLO!

We are resurrecting this blog with a vengeance.

Chunks of Chelsea (New York)

We normally have a "no garbage" rule on the blog, but how can it be garbage if it's primordially eternal?

-MG


ardently notice this

Poor man's Expressionism,
poised and
clumsy fulgency slathered
askance the moon.
but why call him poor?
While he struts
in his luxurious coat
wool spun of rose

-VG

Skazochki

Death hides her pale face

In the folds of the skirt,

And bitterly whispers

Into the sallow hem

Her post communist epigrams

-VG

(Folk Tales for the Littlest)

This particular book reminds me of the more terrifying side of childhood. Kids are usually afraid of monsters and criminals and clowns. I was scared of poor design. The gloomy existentialist animated films of eastern Europe were beautiful to me, but our imitations of Disney (and western design in general) haunted me in the night.
This certainly wasn't an educated phobia. This was long before i learned anything about drawing. I was one of the littlest, too little to be snooty. These things were just really ugly and they frightened me.

-MG

Homecrest Avenue, near Avenue Z.

At least in form, liberallization has set in. A generation after the more talented artists in the Soviet Union had begun to leave the confines of illustration (especially children's books) for still circumscribed but real opportunities for making fine art, a ghetto they had been herded into by bureaucratic edict and the opportunity to feed their families, this hapless piece of generic and bucolic late-soviet kitsch first saw the light of day. The logic of the masquerade. There is sheen, but no authentic polish, no burnishing mark of the artists. This illustration coincides with the moment of exhaustion, of the Ideology as well as the art.

Though one does not want to particullarize this.

These impulses are latent. The communism of cruellty, universal and economically viable.

The Russian skaz, the folk tale. Take this as reversion. The Formalists and Shklovsky,

The perversion of finding this in Brighton Beach... We had come to New York to escape the nightmares of East Europe.

-VG

(Contents: "The Tar-Sided Lamb", "The Snow Maiden", "The Fox With a Rolling Pin")

Plastic Pals

Life in the streets can be fairly tough for a girl.


Especially in the streets of Clinton Hill (home of the Notorious B.I.G. and Dave Chappelle's Block Party).

Luckily she now has a friend, in the form of a soft-legged cat.


And a sweet ride.

Sheepshead Chic

This chair was discovered across the street from the Moloch of Manhattan Beach. It glistened, in all its glory, in the summer sun, against the blue trim of Sheepshead Bay as its backdrop.

(Sheepshead Bay is pronounced "sheeps - head - bay". The name comes from a fish that used to be common around here.)

The Moloch of Manhattan Beach is a three-story mansion which encapsulates the epitomy of excess in numerous stylistic manifestations. Peyton Harrison has described the contents of the place as "what the poor of the 1970s thought the rich lived like". Whether this chair was spewed from there, or from one of the surrounding mini-Molochs is unknown, but the spirit here is certainly a whole.

We've Got Crabs!

We've got crabs...

...and bugs...
...and birds...

Plant Trees

There aren't too many trees in new york.



You can help.

http://www.milliontreesnyc.org/html/home/home.shtml