Monthly Archives: December 2010

She walks in beauty like the swans


So, um, I kind of *love* these swan sunglasses in this “Wait for the Summer” photo shoot by photographer Fiona Quinn and styled by Courtney Sanders. The sunglasses are labeled first as the stylist’s own, and then by “Look Sharp”, a label which I haven’t been able to find out much about during my brief (but somewhat talented) google search frenzy. I managed to find some other novelty type swan sunglasses but none quite as fabulous as these. I just love how these have both black and white… you know very Black Swan-y. (Natalie Portman should totally own a pair, am I right?). I love how they manage to be both sunglasses but almost like a headpiece, like an almost but not quite tiara. And the model rocks them oh-so effortlessly.

And now a poem (from which I got this post’s name)((which a friend sent to me after seeing the aforementioned swan/ballet movie))(((and it seems nicely applicable to this post))):

Verdi and Postmodernism
She walks in beauty like the swans
that on a summer day do swarm
& crawls as deftly as a spoon
& spills & sprawls & booms.

These moments make a monument
then fall upon a broken calm
they fly into more quenchless rages
than Louis Quatorze or Napoleon.

If I could make one wish I might
overturn a state, destroy a kite
but with no wishes still I gripe
complaint’s a Godly-given right.
– Charles Bernstein

Urban Scrawl


I stumbled across Barry McGee and Josh Lazcano’s commissioned piece of graffiti on the corner of Houston Street and Bowery (left picture) perhaps in late October and immediately snapped a shot of the eye-catching site. What looks like a fascinating jumble of tags is actually a sort of “the ultimate graffiti writer’s roll call.”

Then, just this morning, I happened upon Niels Shoe Meulman of Calligraffiti‘s collaboration with Mercedes-Benz and Pink Ribbon. Meulman was asked to “customize a white Mercedes B-Class with hundreds of women’s names. These names symbolize all the Dutch women for whom the Pink Ribbon foundation works tirelessly.” (watch a video of the process here)

I find these two (that I’ve seen so far) instances of jumbled word graffiti bearing others names an interesting coincidence. Perhaps additionally more so, now that I think about it, that both are in shades of red and pink, evoking colors of a rose, and thereby maybe, possibly hinting somehow at the eternal question, posed by Shakespeare:

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”

In our computer-age where things are so frequently typed, does seeing your name in a hand-created form hold a certain type of potency? Does it make you more real? Especially when it’s someone else who’s writing it. If someone else is calling you out, writing you down, you can be sure you exist. Can’t you?

Maybe I’m just making up stories.

But. There are certainly a whole lot more wordy, declarative, questioning types of graffiti tumbled about lately. Like these two:

Interesting, isn’t it?

A paint-chip-y landscape


Spotted this purchase-able piece of wall art – Sun 736 by Cocktail Designers and just had to share. It’s all lovely pixelated, and when you look close, made up of paint-swatch type forms:

Formerly covered paint chip related art goodness:
Paint Chip Evolution, and my own paint chip landscape wall attempt (though way more abstract).