May 19, 2010

The Digest. 05.19.10.

Phnom Penh graffiti, by Andrew Pope, as featured on his blog, Primitive Nerd. (Image courtesy of Pope.)

Congrats to Elizabeth for winning the Street Art New York Giveaway Extravaganza! I hope your class enjoys it.

James Franco, author. (@giovannigf.)
Must-read: A writer’s search for journalism in the age of branding. (@nicknotned.)
Foreclosures lead to a pool skating renaissance in Fresno. (Coudal.)
Disaster tourism. (Eyeteeth.)
A David Lynch short in which Marion Cotillard is stalked by a Dior handbag.
But will it include olfactory elements? CBGB’s graff-covered bathroom to be recreated by artist Justin Lowe at a Connecticut museum. (Arts Journal.)
The future of the Jersey City Museum: Not so certain.
The BP Grand Entrance at LACMA not looking so grand, reports the L.A. Times, using a pretty awesome art juxtaposition.
On the other hand, LACMA’s Art of Two Germanys wins curators group award. Congrats to Stephanie Barron for putting on one bad-ass show.
Arcimboldo, hot hot hot. (Modern Art Notes, which coincidentally, has a new RSS feed.)
Sweet. God. Posh and Becks now an “art power couple.”
Franz Kline’s booze bill and Leo Castelli’s to-do list. The Morning News has an excellent photo essay on lists. (Art Fag City.)
Embroidered Wonder bread. (The Rumpus.)
A Tumblr devoted to animated album covers. This Joy Division one is stonerrific. (Flaming Pablum.)
Today’s Graff: Woaow getting geometric in Mexico.
A fascinating story in New York Magazine about the complexity of building at the former World Trade Center site: “Everyone always says it’s like doing open-heart surgery on a marathon runner in the middle of a race.”
Starchitects now doing set design.
Don’t tell Kermit. Frank Gehry not into being green.
Looks like Santiago Calatrava’s Chicago Spire is dead as a doornail: The development company that intended to build it has closed its sales office.
A super-twisty airport tower in Berlin. Trippy.
An app that de-Biebers the internet. Handy. (@destinationout.)

December 15, 2008

The Digest. 12.15.08.

South by Rail, by Andrew Pope. See the full series on his website, primitivenerd.com. (Image courtesy of Andrew Pope.)

How to Redneck. (World’s Best Ever.)
At the Guggenheim: Coffee as art. Make mine a cortado.
The MOCA Mess: The board shoulda seen this calamity coming, reports the L.A. Times: “By mid-2001, as the economy slumped toward recession, independent auditors warned that MOCA’s reserves had fallen $3.8 million below ‘the level required by donor stipulations.’“
In other museum mismanagement messes: The Basque parliament is investigating the Guggenheim Bilbao’s problematic financials.
Saatchi setting attendance records at his new London gallery.
Ten years after graduation, art history majors make more money than forestry majors. But not as much as philosophy majors. Time to bust out the Nietzsche, eggheads! (Thank you, Robin.)
Dale Chihuly has kicked in some serious cash for Obama’s inaugural.
Plus: Two U.S. Mayors list museums—in Philly and Miami—as infrastructure projects for the proposed economic recovery program.
Severed heads in museums. (Marshall Astor.)
Neckface, the video. Includes charming footage of his decaying toe nails.
Today’s Graff: Uneone in Houston.
The Day in Art Merch: Futura snowboards.
Pussy Pop and butt glue. (matthewgallaway and Gearfuse.)
Not a moment too soon: Fentress unveils their concept images for a redesigned LAX. (Unbeige.)
A fascinating landscape architecture story about the future of Fresh Kills, the Staten Island landfill.
The NYT on I.M. Pei’s Qatari museum: “The ideals it embodies — that the past and the present can co-exist harmoniously — are a throwback to a time when America’s overseas ambitions were still cloaked in a progressive agenda.” Slideshow here.
The Chicago Trib’s Blair Kamin gives his run-down of the best architecture of ’08. On the list: Yale’s Paul Rudolph Hall and a coupla thingies in China.
An interesting conceit, even if I’m not sold on the functionality of the layout: Tomorrows Thoughts Today, a site that organizes its post according to whether they’re “fast,” “medium” or “slow” thoughts. (Life Without Buildings.)
A BetaMaxMas. (Mercy, Mlle. Connasse.)
Your moment of jizz in my pants.