The Sunday Society

Asgar/ Gabriel

Take the apathetic models from Diesel ads, add a ruckus of grotesque american fast food influence, complete with a quarrel of icons all wrapped in a modern day baroque stance, and you've got a sign of the very present times. Daryoush Asgar and Elisabeth Gabriel of Vienna, capture it beautifully in these massive masterpieces. Jonathan and I originally saw the duo at the Pulse art fair in New York City last April, and now featured at the Mark Moore Gallery in Los Angeles. 

Accidently missing the opening party due to our ever-frequent ability to un-cleverly mix up showtimes, we were thankfully able to breath in the big and bold artwork once again in the closing minutes of the gallery. As we stood and admired that which was presented before us, we gasped," these are truely the paintings that explain this era, now".

pictured above: "the day our favourite flower died" 2007, oil on canvas, 220 x 450cm

pictured below: "the dark is my delight" 2007, oil on canvas, 220 x 450cm

www.asgargabriel.com

just effing amazing music!

Of all the mp3's I download almost daily to feed my musical addictions, this lady of many talents especially stood out! Not only is she extremely talented, she is extraordinarily passionate, something that bleeds in a constant stream of enthusiasm from her live performances, I think that even if they roof was on fire from invading missile attacks, the audience just couldn't take their eye's off her. ( Its America, anything could happen)

Of all the people I would love to see live in my life-time, Theresa Andersson, Swedish born, New Orleans citizen, is tops on my list, and I compare her very closely to the beloved talents of Jeff Buckley.

song: Bird Fly Away 

album: Hummingbird Go! 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLFtB7hmgEA

wowtf???

If you suddenly had an acid flash-back and it included Mickey Mouse, The British Flag, a rubix cube, Star Spangled Banner, some lego blocks, phrases from Nirvana songs, a happy face, a singing duo in jump suits and mop-top hair-do's screaming 'fashion!' under and above red and white polka dots, then I'd have to advise you that it is in fact not the drugs, but indeed you are at a JCDC runway show. Seemingly infatic about globalization under the influence of late century USA, the collections include satire of wit and a disgusting use of sequence to present the french designers grotesque obsession with a childhood I long forgot . . . now all I have to wonder is; why haven't I heard of this guy before? and can I decide if I like googly eye's placed over the breasts to an attached cigarette style dress, hmmm . . . not bloody likely.

http://www.jc-de-castelbajac.com/