Category Archives: mimes

Oh come, all ye Hexalights, joyous and illuminescent

Yes, my little Santas and Santettes, it’s nearly Xmas Eve, time for Bloss to turn once again to the cunning Marcus Tremonto, to find out what he’s doing with electroluminescent paper this year. As usual, the boy further confounds our old-think perceptions of two and three dimensional imagery. The disarmingly simple Hexalight “cubes” are really flat drawings. Could have fooled Bloss. And Bloss is sharp cookie. Check ‘em. Out here.

Eliminate stress. Squeeze an eggplant.

Just in time for holiday stress. Get a salad’s worth of squeezy resin vegetables. Eggplant, tomato and green pepper. Fresh from Japan. You know what your mother always said. No dessert until you squeeze your vegetables. Well, that’s what Mother Bloss always said, anyway.

Click the eggplant for the full set.

I’ve got my eye on your ring


Seriously twisted Seattle-based artist Cathy McClure, who lives to rip the shit out of plush mechanical toys, always ends up with lots of leftover bits, and being as she is not only twisted but also green, she makes use of everything. Hence, our new load of her Bot Rings, featuring the eyes she’s ripped out of sweet little plush sockets. These might just have to be seen to be believed.

Design Miami: the last day, images and memories

The clear highpoint of Day Zero was a visit from everyone’s favorite North American, Kareem Rashid. Here Haresh explains the morphing fruit platters, to little effect.

And here a somewhat surreal woman with hideous red hair used her iPad like a Steadicam, floating silently around the booth.

People loved shooting the booth. Here are but two simultaneous imagesmiths in action.

And finally, a shot of our beloved Corrie, who stepped in at the last minute to work the booth with us and without whom we would have been up a tree without a paddle. Here she is, doing her dusting. Bless.

Mystery OrangeMan of Design Miami

Who is this man? And why is he in all my photos taken from inside the Moss booth?

Day 2: Art Imitates Life

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The glamorous tent in the parking lot


It’s not exactly a circus and it’s definitely not summer camp, but there are many many similarities to both. Load In Day at Design Miami. Seeing and hugging old friends, jockeying for leadership, rampant disdain, false jollity and fork lifts. These are just a few of Bloss’s favorite things. See that crate just on the other side of the truck? That’s ours. And look below, that’s Murray in the back of our big white booth. Isn’t it wonderfully sort of unborn and just waiting?

WTF?


If you google Thanksgiving in Miami, this is one of the images that pops up. What were they going for, do you think. Is this meant to actually be appealing? To whom? Maybe we shouldn’t ask. However you could ask what Bloss was doing with such a google in the first place, and the reason is we are heading south, not only for that water skiing fowl but also for, yes, Design Miami! From whence live blogging will take place. Blow by blow. So to speak. Stay tuned, turkeys. All will be revealed.

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.

You really had to be there, to enjoy the full on, in your face mime-ness of the evening

At the Mutewatch launch, the two mimes, David and David, were totally into their Mutewatches. It was love at first tap. And they were super eager to share their love.

When they weren’t helping out the bartender, that is.

Or dancing with the Vice Counsel from the Swedish Consulate.