The Artist is Present.

The 'Artist is Present' is a performance piece where Marina Abramovic invited visitors to come sit silently across from her, for a duration of their choosing, effectively allowing them to become participants in the piece itself. The performance ran for 3 months, beginning in March of this year and has attracted much praise and criticism. I'm not too sure why Abramovic chose to allow an audience to view the sittings, kind of adds a weird potentially inauthentic dimension to the connection made between the sitter and the artist. I could be wrong of course, since I don't live in New York and probably wouldn't be able to find an audience to watch me sit across from some artist stranger either. boo. Photographer Marco Anelli documented the performance by taking stellar potrait head shot of everyone who sat, check out the images here. Some people became quite obsessed with the piece going back to sit with Abramovic more than once. An interview with a guy who went fourteen times can be found here. Spot any hotties in the portraits? this chick did.

party @ the chippers

Wednesday night, one thousand sips of wine too many..

Sweet Juxtaposition

Pieces by Grégoire Alexandre that I am particularly fond of.

Babe, you turn me on

Babe you turn me on

like a light bulb

like a song......

Yeah, babe you turn me on

like a atom bomb.

- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds- Babe, you turn me on

image 1- Self Service magazine issue 32, Spring/Summer 2010

image 2- lolita

image 3- William Hundley, w/cheeseburgers

The Beautiful and the Damned.

Photography- Dylan Forsberg check out his blog here

Pero no hay olvido, ni sueño:
carne viva. Los besos atan las bocas
en una maraña de venas recientes
y al que le duele su dolor le dolerá sin descanso
y al que teme la muerte la llevará sobre sus hombros.

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But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;
flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths
in a thicket of new veins,
and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever
and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.

- Federico Garcia Lorca- City That Does Not Sleep

(^-^)

I looked at the moon so full and so bright

and then at the fire place with its flickering light

and realised that this world will never be right..

then I threw another log on the fire.

- Wax Tailor- We be

white lies

All images by Arian Behzadi check out his flickr for more awe-inspiring images.