Watch for:
1]French male fashion circa 1970
2]Alain Delon’s moustache
3]The way Alain Delon pulls up the collar on his trenchcoat when slightly chilled
4] Short dance scene of multiple ladies [possible call-girls] in matching blond curls and
choreographed swinging purses.
Monkey Town chef Coleman Lee Foster derives some inspiration for their menu from The Futurist Cookbook, a culinary manifesto penned in 1932 by F.T. Marinetti, which prescribes such things as blowing from a trumpet between bites of beef or most famously, to avoid eating pasta, as it dulls the senses and slows the body: The Futurist version of death. Food, it was thought, should be about a pure aesthetic experience, an explosion of the senses (i.e. one should not eat for nutrition - how pedestrian! There are pills for that…) It was also about juxtaposing unexpected elements with food.
This Saturday, Monkey Town presents “Eat Art,” which they describe as “an immersive culinary experiment based on the neurological phenomenon of synesthesia (http://web.mit.edu/synesthesia/www/) and inspired by Daniel Spoerri’s Eat Art—which encompassed sculpture, performance, and the actual opening (and closing) of several restaurants.”
An 11 course tasting menu, inspired by 11 texts, to be read live:
The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles
Amuse sized rye bread, shredded pork and fig sandwich
Gastroporn by Alexander Cockburn
Seared Tuna Salad, Roasted Potato, Tarragon Aioli, Black Olive Puree
The Accidental Connoisseur by Lawrence Osborne
Truffled Duck Torchon, Sage Mustard Demi
Down and Out in London and Paris by George Orwell
Baguette with roasted garlic
Horse Crazy by Gary Indiana
Seared Scallop, pepto bismal vinaigrette, coffee paint
Food and Healing by Annemarie Colbin
Cucumber and Tomato Water
Dante and the Lobster by Samuel Beckett
Seared Lobster roll with mustard, goat cheese bisque
Manifesto of Futurist Cuisine by F.T. Marinetti
False egg of carrot and cauliflower
Fat Substitutes: A Taste of the Future by Marian Segal
Lamb carpaccio, arugula, smoked pork fat flan, sweet potato dust
Tang Dynasty by Eric Banks
Long Island duck breast, local chanterelle puree, hazelnut thyme sauce
Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert
Cake
Importance of getting these boots is high for offsetting Winter blacks, [true] charcoals and steels.
Pick up a copy of Encens no.20 whilst you are there.
Walk out with clean, white cotton bag and goodies.
Images resulting from a collaboration between Matthew Ames and Samuel Drira and Sybille Walter [Encens].
If you can’t hear the music then you’re just not listening hard enough as they say in 1930’s jazz circles, [and i secretly will never fully respect you].
Berlin: Symphony of a great city.
Carnegie Hall “Berlin in Lights”.
Zankel Hall smelled clean, of new wood.
The audience were well versed in their German avant-garde.
We all laughed at the fat lady’s polka dot bum and the little schoolgirls.
I am prone to thinking about death quite often, but this time i had good cause.
If a modern fox wore clothing i would imagine she would wear Tom Scott.
Without the harsh sex in sensuality but too special in fineness, elegance, coolness and taste for an easy, bland word such as “sensual”.
S/S 08 lookbook
Elongated handknit cowls, oversized back angles, asymmetrics and boy briefs…. boxed, scooped, wrapped in soft focus motion with especially made Tom Scott oversize pins and covered buttons.
A fox is a tangled, conceptually layered double-identity who will no sooner lick your little bunny ears than bite them off.
Tom says “yah” in a lovely voice.
If you see him, ask questions that he will answer yes to.
photo by Stephen Rose [ from refinery29.com].
1899 born out of wedlock in a union between her mother (Lila Barrington Ryder) and Macgregor Mathers, the chief of the hermetic order of the Golden Dawn (the year before Aleister Crowley declared independence and created the Golden Dawn).
when still pregnant with Irma, her mother moved back to her family in America where she died during childbirth.
Reports of her childhood vary greatly. Either she was living with her grandmother in abject poverty and started prostituting herself from an early age or she was born into wealth and privilege that she saw as bourgeoisie and suffocating, so rebelled and was subsequently disinherited.
With her fourth husband, Irma moved to Paris during Annes Folles (”the crazy years”). She had an affair with director Dudley Murphy, appearing in “Ballet Mecanique”.
The Hotel de Balzac named a gin, mint and ginger cocktail the “Ryder Bow”.
She left her fifth marriage and started playing concertina with Creole french trumpeter Thackery “Downtrodden” White on banjo and mandolin.
Continue reading ‘Irma Ryder Bow- New artist to watch’
Life: an excuse for an anecdote. Thinking of anecdotes as accessories, carried in a book strap. The title tells you everything you need to know and conveys the essential point. Good title: leaves ...
Coaxed into covering a chocolate show involving fashion made of chocolate, I cast aside my inhibitions. “Unleash the chocoholicism!” is what this event invites. Throngs descend upon the West Side Highway, a sight I’m more accustomed to seeing in the daylight, for the Armory Show. West 50th Street is a desolate strip between 10th Avenue and now, all FedEx and horse stables and double parked cars. I stop over the Amtrak rails, my favorite spot in Midtown, it reminds me of Manhattan’s history as a hub of industry and trade, the grand connector between far off lands and the heartland, the mountains, the desert, the Pacific Coast…now Doritos wrappers and Burger King bags line the rails, probably needles and condoms and shit, too. Well that’s history, too. “What opera is like a railwayline? —The Rose of Castile. See the wheeze? Rows of cast steel. Gee!”
I love how designers are redefining the word "minimalism." Merriam-Webster: Main Entry:min·i·mal·ism Pronunciation: \ˈmi-nə-mə-ˌli-zəm\ Function:noun Date:19291 : a style or technique (as in music, literature, or design) that is characterized by extreme spareness and simplicity 2 : minimal art Today we have Rogan Gregory doing what he terms "soulful minimalism." Imagine a Richard Serra sculpture (Gregory's favorite artist, fyi). Minimalism that's been left outside to rust, weather and age. As the parlance goes: Minimalism with a twist! Rogan points to the concrete floor inside his showroom and store. "When they first poured it, they made it perfect and smooth...and I looked at it and thought, no, that's not right." Rogan likes things to be a little fucked up, he said. Don't we all! How does this translate to the clothes?
Gold Pants Dance from Julie, who got it from Dyna. Ladies, I thank you.