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Corian makes a great kitchen counter, sure, but a ring? Really?


Yessiree. Fresh for 2012, Moss has a boxful of lovely little rings made in Corian and lined with felt of many colors. Red, orange, blue, purple, yellow, black, green and chartreuse, to be exact. If you’ve ever wanted your hand to just kind of disappear when you’re in a modern kitchen, (and, really, who hasn’t?)
this is your chance. They’re only $65 each so you could get one for each finger. Or for each day of the week. Or some for day, some for night. Or uptown/downtown, Manhattan/Brooklyn. How about one for each failed Republican presidential candidate. Bloss could go on and on. But Bloss won’t.

As you know, children are always welcome at Moss. Especially when they’re asleep.

Shopping for exquisitely designed and perfect gifts can be so exhausting, especially on the day before the day before Christmas. So here’s little Alexandro, so tired he’s dropped like a stone, right in front of the black leather Citterio sofa (designed in 1979, available for $20,000, and worth every penny). Sweet kid. He can come back anytime.

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.

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 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.

Design Miami continues. Day 2. Tired.