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Art of the day

When I was in New York in April I was staying with Tracy for a couple of weeks. On the last day I started talking to Jonathan one of the neighbours. We said we'd go for a beer and he later wrote me an e-mail asking if I wanted to go to see a band in which one of his friends were playing. I had already gone back to Stockholm and was to psyched out about work to reply.

Today I found a folded pink sticky-note with his phone number and the address to his website. I checked it out and found a video he made featuring the band we were going to go see (My best fiend). It is a cool video... I also really liked some of the pics (nude ladies always get me). Jonathan's website became my Art experience of the day. I wrote him an e-mail and said thank you.

(If you click the right side of his face you get to see the video with the band... )

Photo recap

My camera has been out of order since April but I borrowed one and took some pictures... here is a quick recap of what I've been up to... enjoy.

11 Spring Street goes Highland...

I copied this whole post from Wooster Collective They are refering to 11 Spring street which I wrote about earlier...

And we thought 11 Spring was ambitious. Beginning May 10th, for 30 days, OS GEMEOS, NINA and NUNCA will be painting the massive walls of not another abandoned factory or rooftop, but of a thirteenth century castle in the countryside of North Ayrshire, Scotland.

You can learn more about the project here.

Liminal slide

Today I talked to Chelsea. We talked about liminal spaces... she defines them as spaces in between one thing and another usually refering to time.

A plane ride is the typical example, after you left but before you arrive... hmm sort of like cyberspace - the place where an e-mail is after you have sent it before it has arrived with the person you sent it to... can't remember where I heard that definition but it stuck.

I told Chelsea that I find myself in a strange place with my bag still packed no apartment or room of my own and no plan to change that situation before mid june. It is a place of unrest. Not stress, just a lack of relaxation. I think I need to take care of that... it is not necessarily an apartment or a room I need (it would help) but could also be something I do. Maybe I should go swimming, running or something like that... Yes, I think that is a great idea. Running is a great thing for me... it gives me time to think, no one to relate to, time to meditate, physical motion to rest my mind... I often run when I am a bit confused and have then felt how it becomes a ritual for finding direction - physical direction becoming mental direction.

Bodil Jönsson writes a passage about something called "ställtid" in her bestseller Ten thoughts on time (Tio tankar om tid). Ställtid is the time it takes to arrange things so that you can start doing whatever it is you want to do.

I have observed my own behavior (composing photo slideshows of my trip, myspacing friends in the US, partying until early morning, enjoying the jetlag). I have seen it, accepted it, now it is time to deal with it.

More pics from NYC

As I had problems with transfering pictures from my phone to my computer I could not publish photos at the begining of my trip. Here is a selection...

This is probably the coolest guy to ever stand behind a counter. His mustach would make both Frank Zappa and Saddam cry. Seriously, wasn't there a guy in Blues Brothers..? AND he served the best hang-over food I've ever had.

Then we watched eggplant porn...
Fabien Decaillot tied his shoelaces as I woke up.
Waking up at Tracy's place...
...and having breakfast on the roof.

Went to a club and found this on the wall...
Went to a bar and found this by the bathroom... heh Seriously Robbii you are the man.
Fabien and Katie at the Bedford Av. subway station.


The view from my desk at the office.

My desk at the officeMe having a smoke at the office

Leaving work...

Good World

Here are some pics from Tuesday night at Good World.



Thanks guys. It was great hanging out with you all. See you soon.

11 Spring St - Episode II: Slideshow

My non-swedish peeps have asked what that long Swedish dialogue is about... The truth is that it is about one of the coolest things that happened in NYC... so I figured that I'd better make a post in English about it. Here goes...

One day when I was walking around in NYC I found my self on Spring Street. I recognized the street name from Juxtapoz. A few months earlier the Wooster Collective had made an amazing event inviting artists from all over the world, Juxtapoze published an article about it. Now everything was being ripped down and covered up as the house was being turned into fancy appartments. I was let in by Baltazar who showed me around all the five floors, and I got to talk to his boss Malcolm who managed the building.



I was offered to buy the big "Che" piece with the skull but Baltazar got second thoughts and when I talked to Malcolm he wanted to contact D*face to see if it was ok to sell it. I had my friend Robbii on stand by with a truck while waiting for Malcolm to call me back. He never did and I had to take off to San Francisco. But I am so happy I got to see 11 Spring St. and take some photos before it was all destroyed.

11Spring St R.I.P...

We are the pool

Yesterday me and my danish musician-friend Rasmus got an idea to go swimming at the Metropolitan Pool which is around the corner from where we live. But it was a "members only"-thing. We got really pissed of 'cos we were so stoked about our swimming-idea. I didn't really want to let it go so I started lookin' around for another place to go.

Suddenly, through Drayton a Couchsurfing accuaintance of mine, I stumbled upon an art collective and through them into something fantastic. I found out that there is an old public swimmingpool in Brooklyn that these awesome people are trying to revitalize. They started up an organization called "Poolaid"and made this fantastic event around it.

...but that's not all. They teamed up with a bunch of Brooklyn-based indy bands, like Nada Surf, The Giraffes and made this awesome music video.

Sing it! WEE ARE THE POOOL!



Ok, I don't know who reads this, but let's all give it up for Brooooklyn!

...my only question is: Where were the civic journalism people?

This is what community is about, and the kind of thing that all kinds of people can gather around (Ok, judgeing from the video there were primarily ageing hippsters and their kids...but In my little dreamworld they could even have succeeded to team up with the chassidic jewish women who swim at the Metropolitan Pool on wednesdays but... maybe they don't like Nada Surf..) I put all these thoughts within brackets because I think it was brilliant just the way it was and those people who did it were just heroes...the only real regret was me being on the wrong side of the Atlantic when it happened.

...once again I start thinking about rituals. The pool is just a symbol, the artists lead the ceremony and the people dance 'til they're delerious. ;)

Revs

Ok, people, you're not gonna believe the shit I've seen in terms of streetart... As soon as I get a cable for my camera I'll tell the story in pictures right here.. But I want to share this thing now...

Because this morning I took a walk down to the Williamsburg Bridge to eat at the best fuckin diner ever "Pies 'n Thighs". The dude who worked there looked like Frank Zappa with a Bandana. His mustasch was the shit. Well, anyway on my way back with my tummy full of Hash and eggs I walk past some fence in corogated iron. At the top of it there were some steel lettres Saying "REVS" (Well I couldn't really read it... but) later today I bumped into it again on the woostercollective homepage. See this film and tell me... Isn't this the most awesome...



I'm gonna be looking everywhere for his stuff. And if you think this is cool... This is nothing compared to the story I have in store for y'all... later.

And tomorrow morning I move three blocks down the street to Katies house.

Toothless

I don't have a cable to hook my camera/phone up to my computer and for some reason my phone does not want to talk to it via bluetooth. Until I come up with a solution this blog will lack pictures. But close your eyes and imagine the coolest studio appartment, springtime Brooklyn and the sun rising over a city that never sleeps...

NYC

Yesterday I arrived in NYC. Tracy picked me up and since then my new home adress is 143 Roebling St. Brooklyn, New York. Yes people: -Ich bin ein Williamsburger, the best burger in town... heh What am I talking about. I guess I'm just super stoked and delerious... This blog will tell you why. But right now... I'm heading out into the New York night... ;D