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.
Posted in Behind the Bloss, Holidays, Installations, mimes, Moss Artists, Murray Moss, The Daily New
Tagged Electroluminescence, Hexalights, Marcus Tremonto, Moss
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.
Posted in Holidays, Important jewelry, Moss Artists, Prostitutes, The Daily New
Tagged Burning Love, Clockwork, Frank Tjepkema, GIfts, holiday, Moss, necklaces
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.
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.
Posted in Holidays, mimes, Prostitutes, The Daily New
Tagged eggplant, eliminate stress, green pepper, Japan, Moss, squeezy vegetables, Stress, stress balls, tomato
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.
Posted in Big News, Holidays, Murray Moss, Opening nights, Ripped from the headlines
Tagged Jasan Rev, Sarah Weintraub
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.
Posted in Holidays, Installations, mimes, Moss Artists, Prostitutes, The Daily New
Tagged Bots, Cathy McClure, Moss, Moss Gallery, Murray Moss, Plush toy eyes, Rings
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.
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Tagged Bank in the form of a Pig, Design Miami, Harry Allen, Moss, Piggy Banks, Pigs
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.
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.
Who is this man? And why is he in all my photos taken from inside the Moss booth?
