Category Archives: Big News

You’ve heard about that Brad Pitt movie, the Tree of Life? Well, here’s the Tree of Aluminum.


You know that old phrase, right? Life is like aluminum? That’s what they say. Bloss has heard it a hundred times. And it’s never made more sense than now. And look, Brad, look at all those little cast aluminum leaves that this tree is made of. Ten thousand of them suckers. Welded together by the artist. Andrea Salvetti. His tree is 10 feet high and 15 feet in diameter. And get this, to put it together, someone has to spend some quality time working inside the trunk and then has to crawl out through a teeny tiny door you can’t see. I can give you a hint. It wasn’t Andrea. At Moss now. It’s like a breath of fresh aluminum.

Mickey as crazy-dancing Terminator. Just back from North Korea. And terminatin’ you know who.


Yes, children, Cathy McClure’s done it again. Unleashed upon the world, just in time for Xmas, one might note, yet another of her strategically demented mechanical devil-toys. Meet stripped-down-and-out-for-blood Mickey. Click here to go to the movie. Be afraid. Be Mickey afraid.

The niece gets married.

Bloss spent most of Sunday in a Long Island City loft at the wedding of our niece, Sarah, to Jason. It was a splendid, moving, lovely and loving event, complete with hundreds and hundreds of chairs spread over four floors of faded elegance. That’s Sarah, choreographing the photography of the wedding party, and below with Jason and her dad, Arthur, posing amidst the aforesaid faded elegance. Then a shot of the two of them with cousins. and just so you believe the chairs thing, a shot of some of us waiting to be photographed amid just a few of the many chairs.

Here’s hoping you’ll have a piggy piggy Xmas

No sooner is Bloss back from the exhausting trauma of Design Miami, than is we plunged into the exhausting trauma of Xmas. OMG. Bloss is beat. BUT, Harry Allen’s pigs to the rescue. What’s that catchy phrase, “You can ride a pig to market, but you can’t make him drink”? That doesn’t sound exactly right. Oh well. I already said, Bloss is tired. Anyway, catch the new Teal Chrome bank in the form of a pig over at Moss, the pig farm on Greene Street. Don’t like Teal? Are you nuts? Okay, okay, we also got Chrome Pink and Chrome Purple. Very butch. Oink.

Well, we’re ready. But is Design Miami ready for us?


Basketball Wives and Moss. Together again. For the first time.

And so it came to pass that Moss was visited by two of the Wives, on a pretend shopping trip, trailed by two cameramen. It’s difficult to describe the breathtaking disinterest the two had in any of the fabulous and worthy items we had on display, which they passed by without pause. Except, and it was quite an exception, for the extraordinary, complex and disturbingly beautiful Fall of the Damned suspension light by .MGX. They weren’t so interested in the lamp, but were quite taken with the penises which were visible on the tiny entwioning statues. Bloss confesses to not being overly familiar with this no doubt very classy VH1 series, but here’s hoping the penises make the cut and stay in the episode.

Murray at 10 Downing Street, relaxing after helping the Prime Minister solve some terrible design crisis

Now it can be told: there was a moment or two of down time during that V&A installation thing, during which Murray was whisked to 10 Downing for ultra secret design consultation and wetwork for Her Majesty’s government. The Official Design Secrets Act forbids Bloss from telling you what it involved. Trust us, though, the empire is better for his intervention. And here he is, afterward, entertaining a few new acquaintances over a glass or two. You can never tell when his design expertise will be called upon. He is available to governments everywhere. Photo by Susan Smart.

Murray presents WSJ award to Joris Laarman, misses the mimes!

Unbelievably, Murray Moss was AWOL when the mimes were doing the Mutewatch Boogie down at Moss on Thursday. He was, as they say, uptown. Well, midtown, to be precise, at MoMA, hanging with Carl Icann and Marc Jacobs (now there’s a duo to reckon with), at the Wall Street Journal Innovators Award gala thing. His job was to present to Joris, who despite being Dutch, is famously NOT represented by Moss. No point in holding a grudge. These and many other pics from the Billy Farrell Agency, where you will be taken if you click them.

M day. US launch of the MUTEWATCH. From quiet Sweden.

The MUTEWATCH is everything you want in a watch, plus less. Because it doesn’t make any noise. No irritating ticking and when the alarm goes off, to remind you to go to bed or something, the watch vibrates on your wrist. But in a good way. On sale now. Supplies are limited. Don’t be the only one in your bookclub with an old fashioned ticker.

Yo, it’s party time, for the US launch of the very very quiet Mutewatch, and yes there will be mimes.

Everybody loves mimes, right? Well, some people love mimes, surely. Okay, okay, nobody actually even likes mimes, but at least there won’t be balloon animals. Or clowns. And there will be all those quiet watches. They just vibrate to get your attention. Like you know who.

You must RSVP to get in. Don’t just show up or the doormime won’t let you in.