Farewell, Domino

i'm crying. this sucks just as much as House & Garden

R.I.P.

Indian Princesses

the author, circa 1992

Britney: For The Record

I, along with (undoubtedly) a million other people, watched Britney: For The Record. 

And all I can say is that as much as I was waining being on the Britney "Comeback" Wagon, my faith in her has been restored.

Especially after she said she was like The Karate Kid. 

You go, B.

You go.

I've Found Jesus.

A while ago, I was involved in a conversation concerning Ryan Adams. I admitted to only having a few of his songs, so my friend gave me copies of "Love is Hell" and "Rock n Roll." Today of all days I finally got to sit down and give a good listen to "Love is Hell" and, well...

this shit is like taking a bullet. 

It is so good that its frightening. 

I honestly cannot remember the last time I heard an album that is so raw and real that you can actually feel something. 

Kudos, Ryan. I wish there were more real artists like you that can successfully evoke the same emotion in your audience as you had when you recorded it. 

(Key track: "This House Is Not For Sale")

Now, please excuse me while I try to pry myself off the floor and get to class...

Tegan & Sara

Tegan & Sara are, hands down, one of my top favorite artists of all time.

I love everything about them.

From them being twin sisters and both being lesbians; From their depth in their latest album, "The Con," to their shows that will blow any other artist that you've seen...out of the water.

Everything. I love everything.

I can't wait to see them on Sunday at Terminal 5 and dance the night away with all the lezzies.

Woot Woot!

And if you haven't listened to "The Con" or any of their other albums for that matter,

 I suggest you do so...

now.

Frida Kahlo

As an art history major, I am consistently inundated with different artists and their work.

But Frida Kahlo has always remained a favorite with me. 

Not just of her work, but of her as a person and everything she embodied. 

Through all of her physical and emotional strife, she remained a strong, brave and beautiful woman - and also knew how to rock the unibrow.

In my opinion, her work is far superior than that of her husband, Diego Rivera, and it is a shame how she was overshadowed by him for so long while she was alive.

Powerful, painful and hopeful - I'm glad her work is finally getting the credit it deserves.

Here are a few of my favorite pieces that I have been fortunate enough to see in person. 

If you missed the show that traveled to San Fran, Philly and Minneapolis...

well, you really really missed out.

"The Two Fridas" 1939

The scale of this is absolutely incredible and I cannot even begin to explain it.

"Self-Portrait with Chopped Hair" 1940

The inscription reads: "Look, if I loved you it was because of your hair. Now that you are without hair, I don't love you anymore."

They are lyrics from a Mexican folk song - I absolutely love it.

"The Dream" 1940

I have been trying to find a print of this for my room. I had never seen it up until attending the show in Philly. And though I love all her work, I may go as far in saying this is my favorite thing she's done.

Sweet Ups

During my Friday night drunken stooper, I ended up in Brooklyn.

And I ended up here.

Sweet Ups (277 Graham Ave)

The funny part is that we meant to go to Royal Oak, which is actually owned by the same people,

but my sense of memory and direction failed me.

Oh well. Close enough.

It was pretty slammin' though and the people were rather good looking.

I'm sure I'll be back again soon.

After I actually make it to Royal Oak, that is.