Found on the interwebs. Thoroughly backs up my rationale that tights are not pants.
Archive for November, 2011
In light of this very busy artist currently being very busy, I have decided to feature Nanami Cowdroy without the beautiful interview, full of artistic questions I was bound to ask.
Instead I thought I would let her absofuckinglutely beautiful ink speak for itself.
I guess it all started about two months ago when I fell in love with gelaskins iPhone protective covers, available for all devices, one of the artists that stood out was Nanami. Her black ink on stark white was a total stand out. Beautiful clean lines mixed with bleeding paper pores.
Nanami Cowdroy’s web portfolio/web page is a beautiful whole showcase of her raw talent. To be honest with you I don’t give a fuck what format she uses. What textiles she uses or what medium she uses. Her shit is hot, and accesses the core of ones imagination glands. Or burns her monochrome ink carvings onto your optic disc, staining your optic pathway with what ever fucking chemical it is that floats between the synapse to your brain.
This is only a couple of images or her brilliant talent. I would as other sites have done, delve into her family’s origins or her artistic influences, but hey. Fuck that.
Her pictures are pretty. Proper pretty. Sexy pretty. And I really like them, I hope you do too! And if my little webpage points only one person to her webpage and brings her to the attention of only one person other than myself, then I think that will do her a minimal point of justice. This girls art is the butterfly that starts the tsunami.
Nanami Cowdroy. Fucking sexy pretty ink
So this is what Christmas of 2011 is.
I girl dressed in her under where holding a fucking can of pears.
Now I know that my irritation with this does not stem from the fact that I am a dad and have a family or the fact I may have a few salty patches on my la tete.
But fuck. What the fuck does a can of tinned pears and some girl in her fucking under wear giving a spoon a blow job have to do with Christmas.
Yes I know that it is supposed to reference a pear tree but. Let me do some simple mathematics around this.
Whorish posing ex pat + table spoon / underwear = whorish girl eating tinned fruit…….. No wait I must have done that wrong.
Girl in underwear X giving a blow job to a spoon / Christmas = whorish girl eating pears underdressed.
Neither of those equal Christmas.
And I am sure if I did the same equations for Jennifer whorkins diving in to a pool full of Christmas tree decorations it would come out the same. Whorish girl using blow jobs and swim suits to relate to christmas.
Some times I think Myer and DJs would be better brothels.
Then I am forced to think of the 67.5er bitches that dominate the staff roster until they die of Sheridan poisoning and I literally shudder.
A Christmas tree with a couple of presents and a sale sign would have most ladies swarming myer.
Now on Christmas eve there will be a bunch of blokes walking out of Myers and DJs depressed because there was no blowjobs. Just cut priced women’s make up and Calvin Klein unisex perfume.
yeah that’s right, you never hear that any more, do you, such a shame. Who didn’t love a mix tape.
even Cds were a push. And they were only a push if you rocked cover art.
maybe I am a little late on the uptake but the kind folk over at Air Cassette have been kind enough to give us iPhoneophiles a little bit of our childhood back.
totally rock any cassette
well almost any cassette not the one that you got back from you ex in the schism of ’88 and had to tear the label off because it had that bitch’s name all over it and to be honest it was probably the worst mix tape you have ever made anyone, and staying up late that thursday to do it really bummed out the next day which was Saturday anyhow
yeah, totally rock any cassette from you teen/youth years. It doesn’t even have that time your cousin yelled out in the recording when you had a blanket over yours and his boom boxes dubbing Poison’s “open up and say ahh” LP.
The only let down that I can see is that you can’t draw your favourite love scene or metal patriot on the outside, and include “like love hearts and kisses and hugs and stuff”.
This app is way up there. It just does everything to compliment the irony that no one really needs a smart phone, as we are all smart phones in person with each other, and in doing so becomes the perfect app for iPhone
and whatever other platforms that it comes on which I choose not to recognise the existence of.
there is just so many to choose from, and even though I had my favourite brand (TDK gold) which I still fully believe that I believed sounded better
this was probably more reliant on the type of blanket used to cover the dubbing tape players
I am waiting for some poorly thought out interview questions, to try and even scratch the surface of how this 22 year old from South Korea, has what seems like the most expert grasp on not only the whole visual spectrum of colour as we know it, but also command over every single polygon you could have ever Dreamed.
Minjae Lee aka Grenomj is blowing up all over the internet. Once again thanks to the internet starting with me looking at second hand coffee machines, then leading me then to look at time-lapse videos of the earth which some how led me to stumble across Minjae.
There was probably some funny dog clip or 30-45 seconds of nyan cat and dinosaur comics.
Nightmares aren’t in black and white, and dreams aren’t always in colour but when they collide I would hope they looked like this.
(self portrait II)
I am not by any means an art critic just seep, seep in through your eyes, through your optic disc, change into chemicals at some stage and proceed to the part of your brain that you never alledgedly use according to those fact or fiction science shows.
and lets take it back. This guy is 22. yepper.
I know some 22 year olds….
wait I don’t know any year olds any more strike that from the record That would not have the same command over their toileting habits as Minjae have over colour, shape and form. What can I say I am absolutely mesmerised by his art.
I am very anxiously awaiting for him to answer some questions from an email interview I sent
and I am sure he is busy and they are mundane questions so no offence will be taken but hopefully it will shed some light on the humility but also the pride and state of emotion that these photo-esque portraits convey.
Every body on the interwebs should be blowing this guy and artists like him up.
I just don’t/didn’t think this could come out of pencils and paper, and as much as I love computers I really don’t think they could 100% reproduce explosions of coloured emotion and timestamped attitude that Minjae Lee captures and shares.
A bit of a wank-on I know….but tell me these pictures his management company forwarded to me aren’t fucking rad.
Thanks to Roth-Mgmt.com for correspondence, I hope to update this post with a Minjae interview soon, or never. I am sure he is proper busy in his mind that leads to these sorts of works.
Came across these the other day and shall now proceed to write a brief and proposal to Mrs Panda to access company funds to purchase one in an adult bed size.
but they don’t make them adult size.
How good is going to bed,
everyones favorite place in the whole world and then opening you door only to find you will be sleeping in this.. a giant chocolate bar. OMFG I would woot until I was unable to woot no more.
“now with extra sleep”…if only.
Now not sure if this goes along with the meaning of sleeping with the fishes but it is cute, all pack in like sardines, v. cute
and a pillow to match
This is probably my fav set though. The pencil box,
complete with the coolest pillow of all three sets.
an eraser pillow.
now so you can go and get all three they are available from Bed Toppings dot com maybe a little on the higher side of well priced but to cool to pass up.
All the company has to do now is make king and queen size.
Skream – Outside the Box: found this gem, (probably after everyone else in the world) whilst watching the Vimeo Stream on our new Smart Samsung TV. It accompanied a really beautiful film clip with the song, ‘Where you should be’ all tracks on this album are so good you want them burnt on ultra mini glass data discs and inserted under your skin. One per track of course.
probably have spoken about this band and album before. In line with my absolute love of Kashiwa Daisuke - I found Mono when I was searching on Last FM fro similar bands and artists. They did not disappoint. Burial at Sea is a stand out.
Honestly, you know when a band covers a song and they do it better than the original, well not to force that argument but Lissie’s cover of Pursuit of Happiness a la Kid Cudi, comes real close. Like REALLY close. Album in total is great though.
Finally my digital fascination, Hatsune Miku, the band actually making the music are Supercell, for some reason I cannot stop listening to this computer generated cutie sign. Especially on tracks, World is Mine and Melt.
I don’t know why I just love it.
all really great bands/artist
I know, I know, we have been over this before but, this time it is true love…..oh wait, that was for the latest edition of mills and boon I am writing.
I love cubby houses.
I really just do.
I treat our grown up house like a cubby house. Well I found some new ones, perhaps in a more reasonable price range (
when I say reasonable, I mean if I was a single millionaire, and the kids I were entertaining were the ones I bought from an orphanage).
These simple modular cubbys give the kids that certain modern minimalist chillout sopt they deserve.
I would order a birch double.
check them out over at Play-Modern
I think I really like the little planter boxes as well, gives that appeal that you kids pad is in SoHo NYC or Camperdown SYD
I stumbled across this excellent artist when on my RSS, and one of my favourite sites featured his work.
Travis Louie is an amazing artist with a myth telling imagination to match. his art work not only captures the eye but also transports your imagination into a refine ‘tim burtonesqe’ world of myth and tale vs real life. I would be lying if I said I did not want one of his beautiful portraits of the infinitely curious Jelly fish lady on our wall at home.
I would indeed pretend the very interesting lady was a relative, one that we didn’t see very often but still made mail correspondence with, when she wasn’t travelling between realms. Much akin to a lemony snicketts theme. Maybe I thought about that for too long.
Sir Frederick, and of course his Leviathan. Of course. I like this picture a lot. I would put it in the hallway and have a very similar story to that of the Jelly fish lady. “Oh yeah, Fred and I are always ‘gallivanting’ about on his sea monster. Quite a good day out to be rest assured. To tell that story I would how ever have to put a slight British accent in place, and concurrently think about twisting my imagined handle br moustache.
Travis’ art carries a beautiful heavy story, and this is attributed to his influences.
“The visual style of his work is mostly influenced by the lighting and atmosphere of German Expressionist and Film Noir motion pictures from the Silent Era to the late 1950’s. Films from directors like F W Murnau, Fritz Lang, Orson Welles, Robert Siodmak, Robert Aldrich, Jacque Tourneur, and cinematographer, Greg Toland, had a great effect on the way he wanted his paintings to look.
To achieve the dramatic “mood” in his paintings, they are produced primarily in black and white or limited color. He uses acrylic paints over tight graphite drawings on smooth grounds, like “plate” finish illustration board or finely sanded, primed wood panels. When he is not painting, his time is spent writing in his notebooks and journals. Many little drawings and sketches are made from those writings, most of which are less than 10 centimeters square.
The influences for his work are many; the genre films, his fascination with human oddities, circus sideshows, old Vaudeville magic acts, Victorian portraits, and things otherworldly, are all blended together to enable him to bring life to the characters and stories he writes in his journals.”
I really think that Travis’ art encompasses the adult imagination, that perhaps lives in a lot of business men and women’s’ back pocket, or their subconsciousness, perhaps subdued from childhood that is forgotten.
I would love to catch a gallery showing of his works. But in the time being I will settle for the digital version.
Please do yourself a favour, check out his website.