Category Archives: Murray Moss

Kiss today goodbye. Point me toward tomorrow.

Monday Feb 13 to Friday Feb 17. The final days of Moss in Soho.

Hey, everybody, come on down to Moss during this, our final week on Greene Street, where, no matter what you’re heard, we’re NOT having a sale. However, as a wee we’re-moving-uptown-to-the-garment-district gift, you can get a fabulous Moss T-shirt with any purchase over $118. (Yes, for Free!) The 18 is for the eighteen years we’ve been here in Soho. As you no doubt know, the phrases on the t-shirts are all rules to shop by as dictated by us. Choose from the spicy Please Do Not Touch, the paparazzi-hating Photography is Not Permitted, and the subtly anti-child message Small Children Must Be Held.

In case you’re just too important or too tired or recovering from recent hip surgery and just cannot make it down to the Last Days of the Design Mecca of the World, then you can always do it the old fashioned way and just buy a t-shirt, by clicking on any of these lovely pics. Supplies are limited. Just like the days we’ll be in Soho.

First Mark Twain, Now Moss


Yes, yes, we’re closing the Greene Street gallery, it’s true. But Moss is MOVING not closing. We’re going to an office/showroom in midtown. We’ll announce exactly where shortly. We’re going to redo the website, so it’ll be more complete and easier to buy. All credits will be honored. Plus we’re opening a new consulting business, called Moss Bureau. What’s the opposite of dead?

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.

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.

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.

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.

Design Miami Day 4: the handwriting’s on the wall

Turns out writing on the booth walls by hand is more radical a move than one might suspect. It’s been causing a small ruckus.

We just thought it might be a nice change from endless and tasteful vinyl. Besides we kept thinking up new things to write as we were installing.

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


Day 2: Art Imitates Life

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