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Fred Butler?
I came across her work vie Style Bubble‘s reportage on the the other day and I’m loving it – mad oversizedkitschy colourful goodness. Some of it has a delightful lost-down-the-rabbit-hole feel to boot. Plus she appears to have the same birthday as me. I especially love this incredible installation – almost like a fountain sprouting zips instead of water. |
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Filed under: consumerism, fashion, food, macdeath | Tags: consumerism, fashion, fast food, food, fries, jeremy scott
No, this isn’t about the superfast runway-to-highstreet turnaround, but Jeremy Scott’s Fall ’06 collection which I’ve just come across, which is gleefully rolling in fastfood imagery. Incidently I haven’t eaten any for the last four or 5 years though I was sorely tempted by a bag of fries today. It’s probably better for me in the long run but I wonder how much self-restriction is too much?
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Strangest was seeing “eat the rich” – something I’m more used to seeing on patches and protest signs emblazoned across a dress (though yay for doughnut bangles). Reminds me of a lot of Misfits artwork.
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Filed under: art, dubai, dubailime, egypt, jamjar, mideast | Tags: art, dubai, dubai lime, ganzeer, jamjar, the scene
Ganzeer, an experimental art collective from egypt? very fun. I’m excited for september, and coathanger (or whatever it ends up being). Back in Dubai now, and jobless, though the nonexistant non-corporate art scene is starting to show signs of life. Lots of canvas (I’m getting used to the smell of linseed oil again), and even more blank walls here though.
I went to one such event at the Jam Jar. Music was alright, a collection of earnest chaps at guitars, some ace some a little cringeworthy. The crowd, slightly older, largely ‘limers seemed a little uncomfortable, trying hard to wish they were somewhere rather hipper than dubai but coming together a little clumsily, if not clammily all the same. Actually I think I’m just bitter that everytihng seems to have taken off as soon as I left. Still there’s summers, and decembers to come. One precious moment though -almost reaching that hushed level of intime crosslegged with kneess-to-stage at a Jeff Lewis show – did occur halfway through a set (half the duo did admittedly posess the best hair I’ve seen in Dubai to date). Said perfectly-pouffed head (or rather, nose sticking out from under the floof) turned his guitar (both instruments made by their friend in the audience) over and began tapping out a dabke type beat for a long time while the audience fidgeted. Suddenly it got picked up by his pedal set and it was surprised cheers and smiles all around. I liked the way it slowly flanged away to assume a definite percussive pitch (hard to explain, think of a pitch fiddling in fruitloops?). Reminded me of messing around with Areej’s pedals in the long months without a drummer, eventually alternating between a heavy metal and a ska setting. ohdear.
