LoveArt Part 2

Because I thought we all need some visual stimulation in these times of studying and neglecting ourselves.



































If these images didn't tug at your heart-strings I don't know if I want to know you!

Hare Krishna

Siren

I poo on aesthetics

When I attempt to bestow my wisdoms on my fellow man in lovely conversation I thought that the degree in aesthetics I'm reluctantly trying to achieve would help and up-deuche me, but it doesn't... My brainbox was not created to suckle on the dull tit of philosophical enlightenment and for the life of me, I can not remember why I applied for it in the first place! What was I thinking? "Let's study art philosophy for three years so I can live a long and melancholy life working in art museums, smoking my fingers and teeth yellow and hanging out in Kunstnernes Hus opting for an annoyed facial-expression whilst murmuring about the dull art scene in Oslo, with complete strangers of course since my friends disowned me after I deuchily brought them to an Andres Serrano SHIT exhibition..."

Self Portrait by Andres Serrano

Yeah, it's a poo... And because of my University of Oslo lapse of judgement I am piling on debt and at this exact moment neglecting to study by pondering my stupidity and what kind of man hating/penis loving FUN Cixous was smoking when she wrote The Laugh of the Medusa.

I want to make sweet-sweet love to a bottle of alcohol on a Friday night, but instead I should be reading art history or the history of literature since my exams are on Monday 30th until Thursday 3rd followed by a four hour exam on Friday. And now I feel ashamed that I could possibly find these cute little exams THIS stressful. It's three exams per semester, which is nothing! Dang, I need to get my priorities straight and study!

Hegel-Kant-Adorno-Barthe bullshit here I coooooome!

Hare Krishna

Siren

IT'S MONKI-TIME

All you frolicking loonies out there with your ass ever more flattened by the chairs of Blindern and your eyes screaming for Kant to either leave you alone or help you understand his aesthetic gibberish; which some academic idiot thought had to be important enough to make us read OVER AND OVER AGAIN, until we know every word,but still understand nothing...

Throw your books away, this is no time for the pre-exam cold-sweats!

MONKI has opened in Bogstadveien and that is cause for shopping celebration, throw caution to the wind and whip out your mastercard; I'll see you there!

Hare Krishna

Siren

Denga Denga

DengaDenga - Kids from YAP Records on Vimeo.

This is the newly and obviously home-made video from the band DengaDenga. It is another in a long line of bands hailing from Bergen, Hordaland, coincidentally my home town and constant source of impetuous pride and longing; as other bergeneese bands this has also prevailed under the wings of Datarock Fredrik's label YAP Records.

The song and video really floats my boat with it's cute nerdiness, hope the album will be good!

Hare Krishna

Siren

Giving

This story of The Giving Tree made me cry this cold and dark morning. Shel Silverstein tells a beautifully fucked up story!

R.I.P, to damn young!

Daul Kim was a 20-year old model from Korea. She was found dead in her Paris apartment today. Her agents at Next confirm. "She was a top model and a great friend to all of us at Next. Please respect her family’s privacy at this time of sadness. We will all miss her very much," they said in a statement. The cause of death remains unknown at this time but a source tells the Cut she committed suicide.

She will be missed.

I'm just THAT lucky

What I am about to tell you is the dullest, least interesting story of all time. I seem to be posting ever less on this divine blog of mine, thus I shal start out with a tale so imaculately boring that my future post will inevitably rise from the ashes of this burning inferno of boring like a phoenix rises from the ashes of its own corpse.

And don't dare to think this is one of my ironic tales of every-day life gone wrong with surprising spurts of blood from earlobes and infatuations with female dental hygienists.

Friday: The top of the weekend, a day for venting anger and sexual frustration, as Freud would have us belive is done through jokes and humour, and not binge-drinking and promiscuity; dang, did that sexual deviant get it twisted (I, of course, speak purely of myself). I had two lovely bottles red wines picked by the fail-safe method of "pick the cheap ones that aren't many left of" and a new Levi's tank that would enhance the length of my spaghetty-arms and generally thin and bony upperbody. Nedless to say I had the paedophiles confused on the dancefloor that night.

It was a wonderful gathering of new and old friends, even some from as far away as Bergen whom had traversed the land for a Saturday of Prodigy and Extacy. We dub-step'ped and drank until about 1-2AM'ish before resolving to go out for some "sitting down in a loud place" where I drunkenly got up the nerve to comment on the Jemain(from Flight of the Conchords)'ness of a guy.

After the crowd had thinned at Lunar (?) and we troopers of afterparties planned to drink some more in an apartement in Brugata, I suddenly found myself without my wallet in the Deli de Luca close to Rockefeller. I rushed back to the bar in hopes of a miraculous wallet revival. No such luck, I had been my ditsy self and now my wallet had a new owner. I then proceeded to pout for a bit because I realized I couldn't buy cigarettes, which at this point for some reason was my only concern.

Luckily I was offered cigarettes in my time of need, thought of my wallet and fount that I had never heard of a better reason than this to keep drinking in my life! Off we went in search of wine in an apartment in Brugata; little did I know a miracle was brewing in the dark streets of Oslo...

At 4-5AM'ish I noticed a strange number had recently called my mobile. Normally I pay no attention to strange numbers, but I was still pretty drunk so I called it back. It was the Police in Grønland whom had in some undisclosed way ended up in the posession of my wallet. I was stunned, perplexed and not at all ready to walk from Brugata through Grønland to get my wallet back at 5AM. The lovely policeman was understanding of my rape/murder-fright and said they would send it to the station by Sentrum scene where I could pick it up sometime during Saturday as I did with high heels and purple lips and blueish teeth.

Everything was still there except whatever cash I might have had in it... HAHAHA I'm still to lucky for my own face!

Hare Krishna

Siren

This video just blew my mindhole!

"I Say Fever" - the first video from the Ramona Falls debut album Intuit. Directed by the ridiculously talented Stefan Nadelman, winner of a 2003 Sundance prize for his 22 minute film 'Terminal Bar', a prolific animator in the commericial field and the mastermind behind the Menomena Evil Bee video.

Ramona Falls is Brent Knopf's first solo venture, but he has an extensive musical resume as part of trio Menomena (an indie rock band from Portland, OR, that's snagged plaudits from such tastemakers as Pitchfork Media and the New York Times.)

Directed and Animated by Stefan Nadelman
Produced by Tourist Pictures
(YouTube summary)

Hare Krishna

Siren

CheekyCheeky

Russh Magazine

Keep you hangover at bay with junkfood and sunday-cuddles, don't start questioning the mysterious bruising and have an ass'tastic Sunday!

Hare Krishna

OMG OMG OMG

I don't know if you remember my disappointment and aggravation from an earlier post where I had sent over some ridiculously amateur self-portraits to a modelling agency to see the lay of the land. Could I use my tall and thin for anything? Apparently I couldn't...

But...

I was floored yesterday when as I was checking my e-mail because there it was: a request for me to model! It is of course not paid or anything, but I get to help aspiring photographers and stylists, AND I get to keep the pictures they take of me all decked out by magical stylists with help from an even more magical stylist! FUN FUN FUN!

E-mail:
Tirsdag 10. november skal motekonsulent-klassen på Utdanningshuset ha en workshop med stylist Margrethe Gilboe (før att få se jobb hon gjort gå in på www.pudder.org) som underviser i fashion-styling, og fem stk fotografer fra Bilder nordic sin toårige mote og reklamelinje som skal ta bildene som så ni modeller får.

I have never taken a semi-professional picture before and I'm so excited!

Hare Krishna

Music Go Music

As you might have noticed, I have found blogging to be a pain in the lower colon lately...But I am easing back into it with this introduction to a lovely new band too twittered about not to get me intrigued:






I can't find them on Spotify yet, but in anticipation of their upcoming fame and downloadability you can always give um a listen on myspace!

Hare Krishna