Synchronicity: A Salmon Line

Who wants a side of salmon with their glitter? A Chorus Line's "One" meets The Salmon Dance by The Chemical Brothers.

Synchronicity: Imma Ballerina

Forget Tchaikovsky. Ballet goes well with Black Eyed Peas.

Synchronicity: West Side Sparxxx

West Side Story meets "Heat it Up" by Bubba Sparxxx. "Walk It Out Fosse" just got served a platter of fierce with a side of tahdow.

Synchronicity: Duranadu

A happy accident took place while I was listening to Duran Duran's "Skin Divers" off of Red Carpet Massacre while watching Xanadu. No additional editing took place; this is the complete song to the complete scene. P.S. No, I don't know why I was listening to Duran Duran while watching Xanadu.

Introducing: The Moon Shirt™

Ever eat a big meal and need to let out your pants? Well, now you can let out your shirt, too. In collaboration with designer Jacqueline Polzin, mono is proud to introduce a groundbreaking revolution in the world of t-shirt design: The Moon Shirt™. Designed to add flexibility and on-demand breathability to the standard t-shirt, The Moon Shirt is perfect for those who need a little extra belly room on-the-go. And coming soon: Moon Mother™, a maternity version of The Moon Shirt, just with a bigger hole. For orders and investment opportunities, email pbiondich@mono-1.com.

When closed, The Moon Shirt looks like a typical t-shirt.

When opened, The Moon Shirt allows for maximum belly breathability.

Homage

I saw some t-shirts online the other day that had the names of famous figures on them in basic helvetica font. Simple on the surface but it got me thinking how people generate meaning from names. So I decided to make some videos.

Million dollar dirt

I thought I had the address wrong. It looked like a private home. But then, sure enough, there was the buzzer. I anxiously pressed the button, waited a few moments, thinking I could still get out of this. But then, with a startling REEE, the door buzzes open and a medium-sized, typical art gallery-fonted sign inside directs me upstairs. Okay, so it appears as if it's "arty." All I can think is, either this is going to be amazing or totally bizarre.

Totally both.

A quiet man sits behind a basic desk. I awkwardly ask him if I have to pay anything, like a donation or a fee or something. He says no, and gestures towards the room. A 3,600 square-foot loft. Full of dirt. Modern civilization calls it the New York Earth Room.

Perfectly manicured, perfectly level, perfectly dirty dirt. In 1977, the artist Walter De Maria hauled 280,000 pounds of it into a primo loft space in SoHo Manhattan and called it an interior earth sculpture. Natural light was the only light source when I viewed, and the room was obviously temperature- and humidity-controlled to keep the dirt happy. As it should be. Economically speaking, a 3,400 square-foot loft nearby recently sold for $5.75 million. Which means 1 square foot of dirt = >$1,600.

(I am not supposed to take photographs. I know. I did read the sign. Sorry. I had to. If it helps, I didn't use a flash.)

Now, many of the reviews I read were of the head-scratching variety; most people just didn't "get it." Honestly, what's not to get? Manhattan, like the rest of everything everywhere, is Christopher Columbus 2.0; we are the culture of urban conquerers. If humans are given space, their first instinct is to fill it with something. So what if Walter De Maria decided to fill his space with dirt in 1977? Or hire a guy whose sole job is to tend to the dirt and let people in the door? Was Walter's big political statement supposed to be against the excessiveness of the developed world around him? Or was his choice of filling a multimillion-dollar space with dirt the highest level of excessive behavior?

Either way, fantastic space. So close to Starbucks!

Life in matchbooks

Matchbooks are a dying art form, with the whole smoking ban and all. I started collecting mine about 12 years ago. The other day I took them out of their box and started arranging them according to places and experiences.

Minneapolis: Places I've been where some really important things have happened. 1998-2007.

World Travels, 2003-2008. I can't claim visitation rights for all of the books (though I would have LOVED to check out the Outback Steakhouse in Korea).

Santa Monica: advertising production trips, 2005-2007. Once upon a time, when the American economy was booming, a girl could eat $100 kobe beef steak on a Tuesday without batting an eyelash.

So...you think you got troubles (pt 2)

I recently came across some old family photos. Most of which were taken by my uncle, an artist who served in the Korean War in the late 60's/early 70's.

So...you think you got troubles (pt 1)

I recently came across some old family photos. Most of which were taken by my uncle, an artist who served in the Korean War in the late 60's/early 70's.

Surface Thoughts

Most oftentimes, writers are restricted to writing on white pages (or white internet pixels). Thus, I started experimenting with writing on surfaces that are related to the content of the writing, serving as both the inspiration and the medium. I hope to make more surface thoughts soon.

"Happy"

"Playboy"