tuesday i went to an opening with aloha and sybil at l’asso, it was of a photo friend of a friend. I noticed that there’s more and more photographers in ny… must be a spontaneous generation, like the deejays in the 90s. There’s so much competition. at this point it’s beyond competition, it’s a holocaust. on the way, deluge of posters on kenmare st (between mulberry and elizabeth):

we took a cab to marlow and sons in williamsburg for dinner

stephen shore-ish

shared 20 oysters ($2.50 each!), 3 salads, 2 desserts.

Rachel williams was at marlow too (not with us), in a black pants-suit thing with 2 female friends. We wanted to check her ass but it took a little time to recognize her when she arrived and then she sat in the backroom (near the bathroom), and we left before them. You can tell she’s 41 now, kind of tired, but still she has that thing, and she’s so tall! Sybil was all over the place (we drank lots of white wine), she went to the bathroom and when she passed close to her she grazed her back lightly… enough to grab a little piece of her attention, eye contact and say sorry.

wednesday i came home around 8pm and hung out w/ aloha, i had a conference call at 930, which lasted until 1045!! then we watched wall-e that i got on dvd from a co-worker who uses 50% of manhattan’s bandwidth to download anything you can name and ends with .torrent. of course it’s always better to watch a movie on a big screen than on a shitty trinitron tv, but i don’t like theaters, there’s always someone who laughs or coughs or makes an irritating noise, i actually almost don’t like watching a movie with another person. aloha is a discreet movie-buddy though. She said steve knows an art dealer who came back from gambia, africa and brought back dvds filled with like 20 pirated movies each, that cost only 5 dollars per dvd.

anyway, i loved wall-e. it’s good to have people like pixar who don’t do the same predictable hollywood crap. we’re not doomed into mediocrity yet. here’s wall-e synopsis if you didn’t see it. basically, humans became consumerist zombies and left feelings and neuroses to robots (there’s one droid with cleaning OCD). For the major part of the movie i thought Eva was a boy, because i heard “Ivan” (i was tired) and i thought that wall-e and ivan were gay. aloha laughed at me. i also thought eva was a boy because she behaves like a man, like she destroys first and talks second, she’s very precise and analytical, totally nietzschean, totally tom cruise in collateral, “a yes, a no, a straight line, a goal” (nietzsche).

thursday i had a bad day at work, i felt humiliated and defied, i felt humidefied! I left at 7 with jerica, we went to FAO schwartz because she had to buy a present for her niece, we dressed barbies (this cheered me up)

dinner: mini burgers at pop burger (58th).

yesterday i met aloha and steve for a replay of tuesday. we went back to marlow for dinner. it was soooo hot and we had to wait a long time for an outside table. we got some wine and chatted. i wanted to talk about work but didn’t. Then i said fuck it and complained about it a little, then i told them i hesitated before bringing up the subject. Like in Roland Barthes’ Incidents (the last part, Soirées De Paris):

At first I feel like talking about my work problems, but as always when I anticipate talking about something, I become self-conscious and say nothing. Finally I dispose of the matter (which should have constituted a whole conversation) in a sentence.

That happens to me a lot. We started to talk about roland barthes, how he died (hit by a yellow van in paris)… Soirées De Paris is a journal he kept during aug and sept 1979, very cute:

In the taxi on the way home, storm and heavy rain. I hang around the house (eating some toast and feta), then, telling myself I must lose the habit of calculating my pleasures (or my deflections), I leave the house again and go see the new porno film at Le Dragon: as always—and perhaps even more so than usual—dreadful. I dare not cruise my neighbor, though I probably could (idiotic fear of being rejected). Downstairs into the back room; I always regret this sordid episode afterward, each time suffering the same sense of abandonment.

We left marlow and i looked behind me:

this morning i made a playlist for my ipod:

My Bloody Valentine, I Only Said
Gwen McCrae, Do You Wanna Be Mine
Erasure/Kevorkian, Stay With Me [ny Mix]
Freil, West Of Motebe
MGMT, Electric Feel
Jill Scott, Gettin In The Way
The Weepies, Take It From Me
Cocteau Twins, Blue Bell Knoll
Al Bowlly With The Ray Noble Orchestra (The Shining OST), Midnight, The Stars & You
Nuyorican Soul, I Am The Black Gold Of The Sun (4 Hero Remix)
Geraldine Hunt, Can’t Fake the Feeling
Paul Keeley, Sunset Boulevard
Grace Jones, On Your Knees
Knee Deep, All About Love
Naked Music, Love Only One
Armand Van Helden Vs. The Klaxons, This Aint The Klaxons (Ursula 1000 Edit)
808 State w/ Bjork, Qmart
The Sugarcubes, Birthday
Prince, I Wanna Be Your Lover
Isley Brothers, Footsteps in the dark
Simian Mobile Disco, T**s & Acid
Prokofiev, Romeo and Juliet/Dance of the Antilles Girls
Simple Minds, Theme For Great Cities
Felt, Primitive painters (w/ Liz Fraser from Cocteau Twins)
The Smiths, Headmaster ritual
50 Cent, Hate It Or Love It Remix (Feat. G-Unit)
Starshine, All I Need Is You

Imp, posters | July 19th, 2008 3:06 pm