“[We are] the production company that did Project Runway and Top Chef. We are casting a new show that will showcase emerging visual artists creating and competing on Bravo. Given the people involved, this project is going to have high impact in the art world. As someone whose content gets in front of a lot of artists, we’re hoping you might find this exciting.”
If you’re an emerging or mid-career visual artist with a unique, powerful voice that demands a bigger stage – well. . . Here. It. Is.
We want contemporary artists. Your medium could be one of many (or several of many) – painting, sculpture, installation, video, photography, mixed-media – we want voices that believe in their art and want the world to know.
*To be considered for the cast, attend one of our four regional casting calls around the country, go to www.BravoTV.com/casting to download an application and see what you need to bring with you to an open call.*
OPEN CALL INFO: LOS ANGELES LA> http://laxart.org/ Saturday July 11th & Sunday, July 12th 10:00am – 2:00pm
Disassociate the face with the statements placed. For fakes, I say Jake is right on the case. SO mistakes have been made not great but, hey, whatever’s clever. Theres supposed to be someone better than me at this shit of jargon nonsense, where most of it is related to investment captial and financers pockets. Thing is I haven’t even picked up my career let alone dropped it. I watch shifts in my polls that let me know how I get along with the crowd as it grows. Whos receptive to each post and which ones relflect me the most. I get vexed a bit when I have to pull this though, this informal exersice of spontaneous prose, because I feel that there is a lacking perception of what my ability holds. For instance the sitch is, I’m at home in the sticks with some brews and a new fax machine, making my home office mean, outside of anything. Better off than many dream. Wall Street Cream Team. Triple Beam. The residual speil about meals and means. About clouds of smoke and steam. About clothes and hoes and yatta yatta, rest on Saturday with a Bag of Cibatta. Challah. After a sip of Keystone I won’t– as much as you don’t, KNOW. At all what the fucking plan is. I’m getting called other names in the street. I’m really about to walk around naked so you know that its me. Tre flips all day in the street. Critizie the feet then buy my trees. Screw face and Chinky eye the steez when I’m tired of being me. Or the one you know. The disticition is different, theres a postion of DICTION. Simpleton. Fix it when? Life is over once you cash that check. At least I don’t pay for breakfast, ever. And its steak, GO AHEAD, hate. There will no longer be this page after a few shakes of the magic wand. Concerened? I shall go on. Magic rants have cryptic chants that unearth the scriptures of which to plant, in the mind of guys who utilize time past to glorify, a nonexistent future tense bracket. CRAB SHIT. Fracture the fat kid and eat him. Waterworld with Kevin Kostner cost more at Walmart than it ever did before at my neighborhood video store. I pity the whores who sell themseleves to their agents and ask for payment and gauge that just because their enslavement warrants them being famous is a reason to playcate the IDIOT KING.
Spring is full of all sorts of advantages that warm months have. To take advantage of them though, you have to pay attention, you have to know what is going on around town to get the most of the season. For all you lazy asses here are a couple things that are going on this year that are awesome well in advance from their date.
Nike Sportswear Spring 2009 Collection
Tuesday, March 10, 2009, 7:00 PM
21 Mercer Street
New York, NY 10013
(212) 226-5433
There will be shit like the Air Max 90 Flywire, the 21 Mercer Nike LunaRacer, the Flywire Windrunner – only at 21 Mercer. Limited quantities of dope footwear and apparel including customs pieces you have to put in a request for : NSW Collection Patchwork M65 jacket, the Air Force 1 Low Lux, and the Nike Sportswear 21 Mercer Tee collection.
“Sakura Matsuri, New York City’s “rite of spring,” marks its 28th year with over 60 events and performances celebrating Japanese culture and the blossoming of BBG’s cherry trees.
Visitors to the weekend-long Cherry Blossom Festival can enjoy contemporary and traditional Japanese music and dance, taiko drumming, ikebana flower arranging, Japanese DJs, presentations on Japanese manga art, tea ceremonies, and workshops for all ages.”
Until last Friday I’d never been on the Staten Island Ferry, my friends and I got the merry idea to take this free scenic boatride and drink a couple of beers – at 8am. It was dope and it made Saturday really easy. My camera died on the Ferry and its probably all for the the better. Witness the sickest quick trip.
This was seen at 8:45 in the morning on Buswick Ave and Johnson right next to the Khim’s Millennium Market.
If those two things correlating isn’t a sign of GENTRIFICATION then check this out:
So I moved to Bushwick Brooklyn almost about a year ago. I thought to myself that the police presence was reassuring compared to what that neighborhood’s history will have you think of it. I was wrong. The following is an anecdote that will make you cringe at the ever present problem/unifying social experience of GENTRIFICATION.
I’m sitting in my apartment wolfing down a dinner that I made with suspicious meat from the cheap C-Town supermarket down the block. Adjacent to a barbershop as well as a Chinese restaurant located right next to Spanish owned deli. There are usually crews of vagrants who stain that part of the sidewalk with urine when they’ve been standing outside for long enough. They weren’t there this evening, so I made it back home pretty quick to cook during the end of Fully Flared and pop in Office Space once I sat down to eat. I’d been debating calling back a beautiful girl who I just recently got re-acquainted with and thought to do so during the after dinner cigarette. I went out to my deli after I put the plate in the sink to make the extravagant purchase of two looseys, as I’m broker than broke at the moment, (packing lunch before evening class). I start to call her from the deli while he’s looking for the pack. He gives me a pack with just two cigarettes in it while I’m listening to the first ring. She picks up at the crosswalk. All the rudimentary greetings are exchanged and I invited her out to a bar where I might be getting free drinks later, didn’t tell her that. She tells me that she’s sick by the time the light changes and I’m on the other side of the crosswalk. I’m trying to figure out how to make a terse salutation so as to seem not to care to much about drinking by myself that night. While I’m searching for the words two dorky looking people jump out of an unmarked van and proceed to shine a flashlight in my face. They tell me to get off the phone and stay still—that was easy saying goodbye. When I hang up I immediately ask for a badge, one guy is wearing a DC fitted! The other cop is a short woman with her hair pulled back; she’s the one that offered me a glance at her hip for confirmation. They then proceed to give me all the usual bullshit. “You know they sell drugs in that deli right?”, “No I don’t!” “Don’t get smart with me”, “Whatever man”. Case and point because I was wearing a black leather members only jacket, dark jeans, and was black . I took one for the dealers on my block. There are at least 30 dealers in the two block vicinity and a handful of coked out hipsters hopping out of tinted Impala’s they could’ve bagged. No way. These recent academy graduates took the easy way out with racial profiling. Welcome to a page dedicated to the oddities of GENTRIFICATION.
