Also chairs, tables, rugs, vases and so much more. Yes, it’s the Moss Silent Bidding Event. Click on the pic to read all about it in the New York Times.
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Cathy McClure’s bouncey bronze bots are back on parade at Moss. They’re charming, hilarious, and deeply deeply disturbing, as you can see from this little movie. This one is called Bronze Some Pig, obviously.
So…what are we supposed to do exactly? Panic? Not panic? Panic together? Like, all over the world? Get frantic and call each other, with dire warnings? Be afraid, be very afraid? Bloss does not know what to do. And it’s making Bloss anxious.
Barbara Seidenath, to be specific. In the first of our private invitation-only chats with tall jewelry makers.
The chats are part of our collaboration with gallery Loupe to bring important jewelry to Soho. There was a small but perfectly formed crowd of jewelry enthusiasts in attendance. Revelry, wit and wisdom were in evidence. As well as the aforementioned important jewelry.
Can a month be gay? You be the judge, tootsie roll. Sneak a peek at June, which is not only National Gay Pride Month (and O.M.G. all those floats and feathers), but also National Fresh Fruit Month AND National Accordion Awareness Month. Aren’t accordions just about the gayest musical instrument ever? So totally Lawrence Welk. Plus June has some gay gay gay holidays, like National Pink Day and Old Maids Day and Flip a Coin Day (otherwise known as National Bi-Curious Day), Go Fishing Day (hello? is this the new code for cruising?), Sun Glasses Day (don’t get me started) and our personal hands down favorite, June 18, International Panic Day. We are not talking comets crashing into the earth here, are we, possums? No, we are talking the universal language of not getting your favorite shirt back from the laundry. Or worse, bad hair. Or really worse, running low on Effexor. So, June? Gay? Any questions? And for your gay dreams come true gifts, Moss is standing by, impatiently waiting for nails to dry.
Get some medical silver, ladyfingers. Try on a few of Michelle Lopez’s limited-edition sterling-silver Band-aid mini-rings. You don’t even have to cut yourself, though of course, if you must, you must. Who are we to judge?
Once again, Moss has staged an intervention and stopped the world from dying of boredom. Yes, possums, the opening night of Fraternal Twins has once again proven the enduring power of plain old good design, attractive young people and free alcohol. Who could have predicted? They came, they swilled, they left, smiling and secure in their newfound discoveries. The rain held off, and next door Flos was offering live tattoos, and my god, what more could one want from ICFF week? If you weren’t there, if you stayed uptown at the MoMA party, if you thought the crowds would be too much for your tender sensibilities, then admit now you made a big mistake. Here was where you needed to be.
Our super fabulous new installation, Fraternal Twins, opens tonight and we are not kidding when we say it’s probably the most perfect exhibition you will ever see in your life. Speaking of time, here are but two examples of the totally excellent work you will find there. From the One More Time collection, the Little Clock by Joost van Bleiswijk, and Floating Frames clock by Kiki van Eijk. There are 14 more of each of these beauties, each different and each the same. Perfect, right?
So maybe she wasn’t exactly on the tip of your mind a lot in the last few years, except when she was being rushed to a hospital somewhere, or to an alter. But didn’t we all sleep just a little bit better each night, knowing she was there? Wasn’t the gay world just that much more sparkly, more brittle, more fun? She was an icon, a legend, like Philippe Starck. We will not see her like again. Or his, for that matter. Except, of course, he’s alive. One of the few differences between them. Anyway, Moss joins the entire rest of the developed world in mourning her passing.