June 2008 Archives

Olafur

New York, NY, USA -- 28 June 2008 | Permalink
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Back in 2002, when I worked in Paris, I would occasionally get a phone call from the Musée d'Art Moderne. “Olafur's installation has crashed again,” the person on the other end would say. “Can you help us restart it?” At that point, depending on the seriousness of the problem, I'd either give instructions over the phone or get on the Metro and go over and sort it out.

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Mermaid Parade 2008

New York, NY, USA -- 21 June 2008 | Permalink
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In 2003, the first time that I went to Coney Island's Mermaid Parade, I actually dressed up and marched in the parade. My costume, such as it was, consisted of some nets woven with colored paper and hung with a collection of rubber sea creatures — a blue whale, a couple of squid, and a mermaid Barbie knock-off doll. I suppose I was some kind of allegory of overfishing. I also wore a rain jacket, because the parade took place in the middle of a torrential rainstorm. The rain may have made my bedraggled 'recently-trawled' look more authentic, but as a costume it wasn't exactly prize-winning material.

This year, by contrast, was bright and hot, and the parade was a much bigger and more spectacular affair. The participants included mermaids in every variety, size and hue, several dozen assorted Neptunes, stilt walkers, women with ferris wheels on their heads, schools of jellyfish, a large tree, marching bands, parasol-twirling dancers, a crowd of women in Marie Antoinette wigs towing a guillotine, a handful of robots, and much more besides.

 

Midget

New York, NY, USA -- 17 June 2008 | Permalink
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It's quite possible that every human being is tormented by some great, personal, unanswered question. Is there a God? Why did she marry him instead of me? Do UFOs exist? And so on, and so forth. Few of us, however, go so far as to write them on a piece of cardboard and wear it on our backs as we walk down the street. And very few of us, I suspect, are tormented by the need to know the answer to this particular question.