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Hunka hunka hunka Burning Love


This is Frank Tjepkema’s Clockwork Burning Love necklace, made up of thinny thin thin layer after layer of different graphics, all etched from thin layers of steel and then gold plated. Look close and you’ll see symbolic references overlapping frozen mechanical arrangements representing the inner workings of clocks. Look even closer and you’ll see love burning a hole in your heart. And this is how heartburn came to be. At least that’s what Mother Bloss told us. Click here to get one for your own hunkada hunkada.

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.

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.

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.

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 continues. Day 2. Tired.

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


Day 2: Art Imitates Life

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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.