Our old Berlin friend Maxime Ballesteros sent these nice portraits of iconic movie maker Bruce La Bruce.

Before I post more fashion week stuff, check out this performer’s tattoo. She was part of Vaginal “Vag” Davis’ performance (see title of this post). It was pretty striking in reality and had a background pattern tattooed in white. Very subtle and graceful. The whole Vaginal Davis show was pretty amazing anyway. It took place a while back but I haven’t had the time to blog it yet. But I will. I initially attended as a support demonstration for Sacrlett Rouge—who was showing a movie during the performance, but it ended up being a whole lot more!

If anyone knows more about the tattoo and/or her (not her astrological sign or phone number, something art related, you know what I mean…), please share!

words & images ©Maxime Büchi

About to launch his online editorial project MarceloBurlonBlog.com, our dear friend Marcelo recently produced his (great) first video! Pressure’s on boys!

MarceloBurlonBlog.com Coming Soon…. from Marcelo Burlon on Vimeo.

The New York 70’s and 80’s artworld’s celebrated form of artistic expression is enjoying a recent excelerated boom. Some of our favorite artists and art collectives have been segueing into the practice and some of these young artists are, in turn, rediscovering great living legends. The old and the new, some favorites of Sang Bleu.

Desi Santiago aka Desi Monster, as he is known to his club kid OGs, mixes sculpture and live performance. He has recently shown a series of inflatables and aspirational accessories at ENVOY gallery. Desi, already a legend and shaman amongst New York’s edge, now eases a broader art audience into his signature weirdness using precision geometry to successfully combine awkward and black humor leaving the audience feeling dark inside yet simultaneously warm and fuzzy.

An exert from Desi Santiago’s charming PS1 performence…

Desi Santiago from Rija Munfar on Vimeo.

On Dia de las Madres day we blew into Tara De Long’s nest at Morricone Gallery. Never mind the cheesecake, the real desert following the Gavin Brown lunch was served up by the infamous TJ Free. The greatest living female MC hatched in a room full of white and grey roses to treat her audience to “Rupture and Repair” followed by an acoustic rendition of “Living Among”. Breathing freshness into the over incorporated apathy that is today’s hip hop, Ms. DeLong Dzubilo proves once again that there is life in the afterbirth. Visit Tara’s video installation of the classic “Business” at the Queens Museum of Art until July. The video streams across the museum gift shop (which happens to be pawning limited edition Mended Veil gigantic and miniature penny medallions), on the big “MONY” screen, as a part of Larissa Harris’s premier curation as director of the QMA, “The Curse of Bigness”.

Egg On Yo Face…

Tara De Long from Rija Munfar on Vimeo.

The last time I had a face to face with Kembra Pfahler she decided to cut the breasts out of the clothes because there was no Rick Owens for her to wear on our set. Kembra’s severely tanned hand clutched a gigantic scissor as she enthusiastically exclaimed, “Alright Ladies, Let’s See Some Tits!”. A tough love lesson in styling this editor will not soon forget. Monday, Kembra exhibited some serious wild style on opening night of Vaginal Cream Davis’ “Speaking From the Diaphram” where, coincidentally, Rick was also a guest.

Some girls will do anything to get on TV…

Kembra Pfahler from Rija Munfar on Vimeo.

Be sure to come show the family some love when Scarlett Rouge appears on Vag’s “Speaking From the Diaphram” on May 27th at PS122 in NYC’s East Village.

Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger’s 1951 version of Jacques Offenbach’s opera “Les Contes d’Hoffmann”.

We should not be.

Here.
We should not.
Here.

We meaning
me and you and you.

Should not. Be.

Here. I mean. Love.

Of possession. Love.

We. Do not. Belong love.
Here.

Possess we should. Not
belong.

We here. Mean. Love.
Possess. Here.

Possesses we should. Be
not we. And here.

Love here we.
Belong possess. Here.

Love and mean.

We. Here. Mean.

Love. You and we.
Here.

Should not here. Love.

–without a ghost of a chance

Belong.

Text extract from “Key Bridge” by Ken Rumble.

Lots of fun at The Crypt yesterday evening.

Predrag Pajdic & Virginie Puertolas-Syn present Dom Agius, Errikos Andreu, Barney Ashton, Joachim Baldauf, Sang Bleu, Stefania Bonatelli, Wren Britton, Carolyn Cowan, Fran Dileo, Alexandra Eldridge, Devin Elijah, Manuel Estevez, Roberto Foddai, Al Giga, Frances Goodman, Christophe Haleb, Katharina Hesse, Daniel Holfeld, Kobi Israel, Christina Kruse, Pascale Lafay, Scooter Laforge, Emiliano Lazzarotto, Mark Mander, Tupac Martir, Katarina Mootich, Michal Ohana-Cole, Maflohé Passedouet, Petra Reimann, Ricci/Forte, Pato Rivero, Yvonne De Rosa, Mauro Santucci, Iris Schieferstein, Erick Soler, Tapio Snellman, Wolfgang Stiller, Christopher Stribley, Lee Wagstaff  and Cyrille Weiner.

The Great Depression in the 1930’s saw Hollywood enter its Golden Age, a period many still describe as the Imperial Era of cinema. On the eve of WWII in 1939 MGM created Gone with the Wind, still one of the most successful films of all time. The Wizard of Oz, released the same year, became one of the most famous moving pictures ever made and Judy Garland’s rendition of Over the Rainbow has been voted the greatest American movie song of all time by the American Film Institute. Extravagant colour and elaborate sets delighted millions; timeless in their invention and splendour while the music, choreography and elaborate costumes of this period all became instant classics, both on celluloid and stage.

So now, while the financial world alleges we are once again in the midst of a grave depression, could Art once more succeed and exceed beyond all limits, providing a platform where all channels of creativity might flourish, stimulate and inspire?

With this in mind, Lingering Whispers has been born. An exhibition comprising of 40 international artists hunting for alternative ways of expression during this crisis. Art and Fashion will merge into one, both stage and catwalk, conscious and subconscious combined where imagination will be celebrated and the pigeonholed eliminated. Contemporary artists, poets, performers, fashion designers and photographers will unite in sharing their unspoken vanities, intoxicating fantasies, illusions, longings, dreams and desires. Lingering Whispers is about experiencing, not inert viewing. Art as a stage rather than four blank gallery walls. A glamorous, exquisite alternative to darkness and gloom.

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The Sedlec Ossuary (Czech: kostnice Sedlec) is a small Roman Catholic chapel, located beneath the Cemetery Church of All Saints (Czech: Hřbitovní kostel Všech Svatých) in Sedlec, a suburb of Kutná Hora in the Czech Republic. The ossuary is estimated to contain the skeletons of between 40,000 and 70,000 people, many of whom have had their bones artistically arranged to form decorations and furnishings for the chapel.

Jan Svankmajer is married to the surrealist painter Eva Svankmajerova.

Check out his website where books, VHS and even (!) DVD goods can be purchased.