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Asian Invasion Finale

Last night, after the most delicious scallion pancake ever, I crossed the Wburg Bridge to check out Tokyo! at the Sunshine on Houston. Michel Gondry did a little introduction for the film, being 1/3 of the equation of this portrait of a city. I love how magically confused he seems at all times. It's all about the focus on the subtleties of life, and Mr. Gondry tells us how the most inspiring thing about this wonderous city on the island of Japan was the 'lack of the shyness to sleep on one another on the train', and also his realization that in comparison people walk like horses here in America.

Gondry via iPhone

(SPOILER ALERT)

In his 30 minutes of Tokyo, Gondry's Interior Design depicts a girl who is very much like the buildings in the city, one never touching the other. Her transformation into a useful being touches upon a sort of butterfly in reverse ideal. Gondry's vision can only be explained by what my mother calls fantasia (read: with adorable Polish accent). 

Leos Carax's Merde, with all its apocalyptic flare, kind of missed the mark for me. Although entertained by Mr. Merde's crazed gait, a Delicatessen-esque entrance into the world, and his slap-stick gibberish, Carax fell short of allowing us to sympathize with this literally misunderstood villain-- leaving me unmoved by his death sentence. But I will admit that I am looking forward to the New York edition.

And finally, what I believe to be the most affecting story told within the triad-- South Korea's Bong Joon-ho with Shaking Tokyo. Ok, so I happen to be a sucker for low dialogue loner romances, which I'm gonna go ahead and blame on my feminine nether-regions, but precision camera movement acts as an ethereal invitation into the world of a hikikomori in this tale of seclusion and rebirth. Moved by the fainted beauty of an innocently risque pizza girl, this man's emergence into the blinding sunlight put an approving smirk upon my jaded New York lips. 

Who Wants To Be In My Band?

Hats off to Pitchfork for making my night.

Um, did I write this?

Sadly, no.

But I should've--I would've even made it to the show, as I was desperately seeking ticket. I'm so bummed, I could just blog about it. And I thought I was the only one that wanted to bone him!? Although sometimes people can just go too far with their comments: 

you guys, NO. he is THIRTY SIX. THIRTY SIX YEARS OLD with that haircut.

I will forever defend boys with big noses and bangs. FOREVER!

Like a Heart That's Been Hung in the Sky

Check it- FREEwilliamsburg debut, ya'll.

(read: in Britney Spears twang, of course)

Who doesn't love a little Deer Tick on the eve of a Hallmark holiday, huh?

Row, Row, Row Your Boat.

Swoon's at it again. Pure genius. I'm still so in love with the print I snagged at Brooklyn Museum's 1st Fans screenprinting event last month.

My feelings are mixed about Flood, though. I think I'd love it if no one talked.

(Snow) Day & Night

Every time it flurries enough to cover the ground, my mom and I feel compelled to send each other photos of the snowfall. Here is the most recent exchange:

Music makes the people...

Looks like we are back in business, folks. Finally!!

And when I say we, I mean it all figuratively like. As in, we, the musical babies of the age of Aquarius. It's just a test run for now, I guess. But boy, those rainbow colored horizontal blocks sure do make me happy.

Oh hi, by the way... I forgot to go to bed last night. 

Lions, and Tigers, and... X Ray Erotica?

From the cute, naughty, to just plain wtf!?

Belgian artist Wim Delvoye is kinda my favorite thing right now. Let's not discuss how I tapped into his work-- just enjoy!

He also 'saves' pigs from Chinese slaughter houses... to tattoo them. Only to eventually be killed-- then skinned or stuffed to sit pretty in a gallery.

 But I guess if I was living on borrowed time, I'd like to be a 'growing painting' too, right?

Yea Yeahhh!

I am currently fighting back the urge to jump up and down in a frenzied dance panic on my bed.

Why?, you ask.... 2 words, names rather. Matt. Kim. (There's a little & symbol in there somewhere too, but the whole 2 words thing sounds so much more dramatic). Sometimes Brooklyn feels like happiness, and these kids bring it! 

(Best shot I got, as I was busy dancing my face off)

The powers that be left a ticket at the door for their Record Release Party at the Music Hall of Williamsburg last night, and I just can't get enough. I'm literally sitting here listening to their new album Grand-- which I'm gonna go ahead and guess is named after their street of residence in good old "East Williamsburg". 

I was super excited to find out that Spank Rock was supposed to be a surprise guest, but here's a big surprise-- I missed them bc I was glued to the bar downstairs. Ha! When I finally made my way to the bouncy kick of drum upstairs, I pushed myself thru the jumping crowd to the front of the stage, where I eventually got kicked in the face. Totally expected, as I avoided this scenario at all previous Matt & Kim shows (sounds like McCarren Park, Halloween, etc.), I mean at this point I wouldn't have been surprised if Matt himself jumped into the crowd to specifically kick me in the face. Although, now that I think of it, it might've been him...

 I've decided I'm the definition of a hot mess, and these two lovebirds are the epitome of Brooklyn. I mean, c'mon, take a looksy...

If you're living in an industrial neighborhood in Bushwick while there's snow on the ground (like myself), you'll know exactly what he means by 'these shoes are poor man's ice skates', and that's the TRUTH, kid.