Dear Judith Bernstock,
You were one of my favorite Art History professors at Cornell. Mainly because until I took your class, all the art history I’d studied consisted of staring at Greek vases and memorizing their date and place of origin. Art history, while fascinating and necessary, can be totally boring. How many flashcards can one look at before he goes totally berserk? I have fond memories of taking Art History 360: FDR to Reagan, where we got to study modern art. One key figure in this movement was an abstract expressionist named Helen Frankenthaler, who passed away yesterday. She made huge, gorgeous paintings, influenced by other abstract artists of the time including Jackson Pollock. Most people who aren’t part of the art community have no idea how dominated it is by straight men (shocker: it’s way less gay than you’d expect). Thus, she was kind of a trailblazer even though she never considered herself a feminist. In fact, she said this:
“For me, being a ‘lady painter’ was never an issue. I don’t resent being a female painter. I don’t exploit it. I paint.” (Source)
In my humble opinion, there is nothing more glamourous than photographs of artists in their studios.
Here are some images of her beautiful work.
More gorgeous vintage photographs of Frankenthaler in her studio.
Painting with her feet! Go girl.
This makes me want to make a huge painting. Lovely.
Thanks for all the beauty you created, Helen Frankenthaler. I’m certainly thankful for your work!
I went to your concert last weekend and it was totally fun. That being said I had little choice in whether or not I went to the concert. Gays are obligated by Gay Law to attend Robyn concerts, even if they don’t want to (which, to be honest, I kind of didn’t). I have gone to all of your (seemingly monthly) LA concerts for the past few years and I have never paid for one or planned ahead. For some reason there are ALWAYS extra Robyn tickets at the last minute that people are just dying to give away. The scene at a Robyn concert is always the same: Hot Model Gays Wearing Neon Tank Tops, Cute Straight Girls With Asymmetrical Hair and Long Feather Earrings, and their Agreeable Straight Boyfriends, just along for the ride. Robyn is one of those performers you kind of forget about until you see her live. She is truly an excellent performer and her songs are catchy and absolutely danceable. Also, she usually wears totally fun clothes that make you laugh, like floral stretch pants or a dress made out of Koosh Balls. The show was at the Hollywood Bowl and my friends and I had nosebleeder seats, way in the back of the amphitheatre. There are no bad seats at the Bowl, in my opinion, because if you’re way in the back you can dance your face off and there aren’t any snobby rich people wearing monocles to look down on you. For those of you who don’t know Robyn’s music (read: anyone who isn’t a Hot Model Gay Wearing Neon Tank Top or a Cute Straight Girl With Asymmetrical Hair and Long Feather Earrings), here is my favorite of her music videos:
In other news, only slightly Robyn-related, I still have no idea what I want to be for Halloweekend (which starts in less than 48 hours!). Thus, I’m turning to Robyn for costume ideas. Here are a few inspirations I found:
Bossy School Teacher/Nerd/Giant Hand Lady. Why not?:
Demolition Tracktor Uni-Arm:
Sexy Bee, Always a Crowd-Pleaser!:
Pastel Paint Can Explosion Victim:
Giant Hands Boxer:
1990z Computer Screen Pixels:
Green Bean With Sour Cream Dollop Head:
Thanks for all the costume inspiration, Robyn. I’ll be spending the next few days FREAKING OUT about what to be, then just settling for my original costume idea, “Bone Didion” (a skeleton version of Joan Didion). My life is, like, SO hard.
Today, whilst shopping in Santa Monica, Emily and I discussed our first celebrity sightings. Emily couldn’t remember her first celeb sighting, but I totally remember mine. The first celebrity I ever saw in person was Anjelica Houston, and seeing her was the beginning of a one-sided love affair that is still going strong.
My Aunt Julie and her partner, Jules, lived in Three Rivers, California across the street from Anjelica Houston’s country home. We used to visit there from time to time to enjoy the countryside, horses (which I rode a few times and was totally terrified), the beautiful river, and all the other Little House on the Prairie amenities (including an actual outhouse). One day, all my aunties went out riding together and they rode by with Anjelica Houston (I believe I was sitting on a rock at the time). From then on I’ve always been totally obsessed with Anjelica. A year or two after that the first of the Addams Family movies came out and my love for her was cemented. She has such a soothing, elegant, nuanced, and sophisticated presence. But more than that, you can tell she has a little grit. She’s not just your typical girly actress. Shes’s a tough lady, who also happens to be totally gorgeous. Here are some pictures of her being totally glamourous through the ages:
I love you Anjelica. You are the coolest lady in the whole world. Let’s be friends.