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The War against gravity
So, Gordon, tell me a bit about yourself.
I grew up in an apple farm.
I already feel envious… How many did you eat each day?
I only ate the ones that didn’t fall down.
So you picked them right from the trees…
Not exactly.
What do you mean?
I only took the ones that were ready but didn’t want to fall.
Were they fighting gravity?
It was a war.
Tell me more!
There were bees, there was wind and magic carpet dreams.
All in one? Sounds like a collage.
Lo-fi magic, where the carpets creep up from floor to wall.
Can you fly? And, what about this mirror beehive? Shouldn’t it be a ball?
There’s one inside, over the honey seat
Can I drive?
You can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been.
Mirrored beehive.
The War Against Gravity, by Gordon Harrison Hull.
I walked into Rockefeller Center’s Anthropologie as I always do when I visit NY, excited to see what they were exhibiting in their small gallery space. It took some strong will not to climb onto the Magic Peacock Tricycle and take it for a spin.
A couple of days after arriving home I needed to satisfy my curiosity about this artist. Who is he and why? Little did I know that I would bump into a bag full of tricks. Turns out that Mr. GHH is the co-founder of Surface-to-Air, a multidisciplinary creative company based in Paris, where they collaborate with great fashion brands like Adidas, Marc Jacobs, Barneys NY and SUNO, among others.
The cherry on top? This short film for the colored-print-porn infused SUNO, one of my personal favorites. Enjoy! Shut! (How do I embed a video here??? Just click if you’re curious.)
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone because it’s much more fun being away from home.
The Gypsy Box (AKA: There and back again)
(Jamming session).
The energy is extraordinary!
You’re missing all the fun.
I know… I’ve been sick.
But not today, the day is gorgeous! Take my bike. Wear my helmet.
Mushroom shaped head?
Wrapped tightly around your face.
(Pedaling session).
Back to the academy. Warm-up session starts. Circled round, counting up, clap, point, move.
Brazilian massage??
Stomp, repeat.
Stomp, clap, shout. IMPROVISE.
We’re writing a song.
We are what?
You’ll see.
Stop the games, now we play.
A M A Z E D !
It’s my blog, and I pixelate myself if I want to.
Media workshop: how to make the best MiMa minute videos.
First things first… they love to improvise! And through that they turn what seems to be simple games into music.
But how, how, how? It has taken me a long time to completely understand what makes MiMa’s teaching method so special. I had to take a plane and visit their academy in Brooklyn to experiment it first hand.
Here’s what they have to say about themselves: MIMA Envoys travel around the world and use music improvisation and media to engage and enrich communities. MIMA started in 2000 at Princeton University and has grown into an international network of envoys, teachers and musicians in countries such as Argentina, Brazil, Cyprus, El Salvador, Greece, and the USA.
For more information, click here now, now, NOW!!!
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Man Repelling, part Deux.
Leandra?
Hi.
Webster, Miami, Flamingo-colored cocktails.
Yeaaah, I remember. I was there.
What’s up?
Chanel, NY, Spring has sprung.
I can see… I’m here.
Nice shirt.
Pic?
(Third girl) I’ll take it for you.
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El taxi
Where to?
M****** hotel please.
That’s about (insert number) blocks away.
Meaning?
It’s gonna be a costly ride.
How so? You pay for no gas at all.
Keeping oneself fit don’t come cheap.
Huh?
Brace yourself, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.
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A very merry Unbirthday
What? No story to tell here?
Images speak louder than words.
But I hate loud…
Today I’m short on words.
You are?
Let’s have another cup of tea.
We haven’t even had lunch yet…
I know, and I’m staaarving. Let’s change seats. Instead of this, we’ll (insert verb here) this!
Ice-cream?
Soft-serve.
Patio?
Back there. 
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This must be the place.
(Playing softly over our heads).
Take it without flash.
Nooo! This light reflecting from below makes me look like a monster!
Who cares? Nobody’s watching, but they’ll definitely notice the tourists if a flash lights up.
But…
You look fine. 
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone because life is so mobile nowadays.
Home is where the paint is (AKA: the night we all got out of our comfort zone)
Did you know this is the same place from “Shame”?
I’m so sorry! I didn’t know.
Why is your sweater wearing moth holes?
Why is your english worse than mine?
Is that napkin flat? I would like to turn it into a three-dimensional something.
I’m sorry I have to go… I need to help a friend paint his apartment.
But I want to talk about Ohio.
There is the restroom, and yours has a better view.
Can I be part of the trilogy?
Maybe just part 2.
It will do.
(Drink, drink, eat. Draw, draw, draw).
What wonderful taste in wine!
(Little Prince up so high talking to the ones to his right).
We’re making a movie.
I want to help paint the apartment too!
(Remove the color from the eyes).
Jump in, here’s the address. No one understands. The uninvited girl saves the day.
I don’t know who she is!
(Splat, splat, splat. Color flying all around).
Please remove whatever is nice. Plastic bag, refrigerator’s back. Vintage french purse gets left behind.
I still don’t know who she is…
Dance, dance, dance.
It needs to get crazier. Stalk the mohawk guy…
Scarf no more. Lost in site.
Please give the camera back.
Ceci la camera.
Parlez-Vous aussi? Très bien. Oh la la!
Sprüngli comme-ci, Zurich comme-ça.
Time for bed. Nose so red, boots so high (removed once to measure real life).
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone because I’m not home (but I’m in Home 3).
Coconut ice-cream comes in a box
Was it still today or was it already tomorrow when we arrived?
We landed tonight, but got there tomorrow… I think so. It’s confusing, I know.
But where, where, where are we going to sleep? (the mattress starts deflating…).
Is the futton safe?
I’ll just use the mat, but place it on top of the sacrificing table.
The what?
I’ll just cuddle into this blue sofa.
Ok, but you won’t be able to move around.
Cookies and oranges before bed.
What bed..?
3 trips to the hall where the half bathroom is…
But it was so cold, how on earth did you manage? And, is that window missing a glass?
Why did you wake up on the floor?
I needed more space to expand.
Clothing flying around, coffee from a machine that doesn’t work, cookies for breakfast?
It’s already time for lunch.
Hurry, hurry, wrap those wounded feet and skip-a-dip-dip to the subway station now.
We wanted pasta at a place where they cook with Asian spices.
Ice-cream comes in a box.
Bathroom lights so red.
Tea before food, food after tea.
Chao chao, it’s time to move now. 
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Flesh was the reason why oil painting was invented
In the spirit of the holiday season, let’s cut some heads off!
Really, Broadway? Really???
Jumping out of my plié
it wasn’t easy getting out of bed,
I stretched, chasséd, while getting dressed,
not feeling anxious for a single breath.
All of a sudden room serviced knocked,
“I did not order this soggy bread!”,
“I’m sorry madame, won’t happen again”,
I slammed the door in his puzzled face.
I lost my mojo, now tell me what?
“Get back in bed!” the voices cried,
I wrapped myself in terrycloth,
and jetéd right back to my fluffy stage.
