There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.
Go see Onur Tukel’s solo art show The Germans Are Coming! on July 24th from 7-11pm at The Living Gallery in Bushwick. Onur is one of the smartest, most talented and interesting people I’ve ever met and we’re all incredibly lucky that he’s giving us an opportunity to take an intimate peek at his brilliance for an evening.
Sold. See you there!
“Wasn’t that, in the end, what he wanted? To discover how this place worked—not just its outward system of organization, but its inward, private one as well? Its secret machinations, the strings that gestured the puppet. Who was the puppet, though?”
—Edan Lepucki, California
going through some old pictures from this past year and found these gems…after the curtain closes the first act on the last show of nutcracker, it’s customary to dump ALL OF THE SNOW AT ONCE while the snowflakes are still on stage
here we can be seen making snow angels and just generally enjoying the last nutcracker of the season…when there are 27 of them and you do big party girl, snow, and flowers in every single one of them, this is the most liberating feeling in the world
it’s not just Ryan the happy snowflake here, it’s Ryan AND THE MANY HAPPY SNOWFLAKES
this is awesome