Where did May go?
Things that have kept me occupied:
– my job at Studio Spornes
– preparations for my final exams
– my birthday, which was the 15th
– May 17th (picture above) ..
– .. which brings me to the ‘russetiden’, where for the past month friends and I have celebrated our 13 years at school. It’s been indescribable, but if I have to put some words on it: fun, exhausting, alcohol inducing madness, enlightening, amazing!, and cathartic and transforming.
May, lovely, May.
Here’s a link to a Spotify-playlist with my recent listenings. There’s some embarrassing mainstream songs there (i.g. Daya, 7 years, Lot to Learn) but we all have to be a little basic sometimes. The 1975, Aurora, San Cisco are golden.
So, here we are… a new month, and many, many days since my last peep. I don’t wanna go through the whole spiel, just like every other ‘blogger’ do, but who am I kidding… I’m just like them. Blogger.
Phew. That word holds such a negative aftertaste. Blogger.
Anyway, I’m going into my busiest and most exciting spring season yet. I’m hard at work, both at school and at my new job as a “barista”. I use the term ‘barista’ loosely, but I like to fling it in your face when I get the chance to, of course. One last effort before uni in the fall, and one big one-month-long party to celebrate the same fact. Pho.
^Wearing Weekday jacket, second hand pants.
Easter break is nearly through, and my holiday has been filled with relaxing days at home and in the sun, some work on an upcoming school production and settling in at a new job. It’s been goo-h-ood-
^Wearing my trusty trainers with second hand pinstriped pants, favourite denims from Berlin and a pink tshirt.
^Second hand puffer, favorite pants also second hand and the trainers I got from this Japanese shop – I’m always a bit iffy when purchasing from ebay, etc., but I highly recommend this one.
I had never been to the Henie Onstad centre, at least to my recollection, but I know my parents bought a Yoko Ono piece here, so maybe. Either way, the space is beautiful and to me it has some Louisiana-vibes to it, which is suiting since In Infinity is a collaboration between these two fines centres of arts.
^What caught my eye the most was this invigorating ceiling.
Besides the architecture, what struck me was her work, not in the arts, but in the streets. She demonstrated, sent an urging letter to pres. Nixon in 1968 and generally orchestrated public happenings all over NY. Her work involves feministic and psychologic themes as well as a presence of a consciousness of her time. This is something I find way more fascinating than her collaborations with the likes of Vuitton and her work with colours and patterns, particularly polka dots. I see bloggers and ig-users posting pictures from these red and yellow polka dotted installations, and to me it just seems over hyped. Having said that, it sure brings joy.
It also gave a wonderful peek into the 60s-70s art scene in New York, as well as her Japanese background, which is something I’m curious about delving into.
Her work with macaroni is also kind of fun.
~Text and words and sentences aka my take one the whole thing soon.
^I filmed this short clip of two television sets at the centre, just fyi.