Bogdan Teslar Kwiatkowski (left) tries to seduce his bar (cast) mate with singular moves & grooves. (Video by Susan Kirschbaum, after a bit of champagne.)
11-23-2014 I always enjoyed playing “Cowboys and Injuns” with my Pop-pop when I was a little girl. We’d line up the red, yellow, green, and blue men with rifles and hatchets on the rug, and I suppose in our own way, we created a work of art every time. We built a story out of toy men, evoked history, waged battle.
Little did I know that Xxx?! years later, I’d meet the effervescent sculptor/artist Marianne Vitale in a living saloon she created for the Performa festival entitled “The Missing Book of Spurs.”
This eve, I’ll be flaunting “my wares” for these two chaps grooving behind the bar, since I’m portraying a whore in Marianne’s book. Rest assured, I’ll be charging the blokes figurative top dollar! And I might give them some dancing lessons in the process….
Literary Society No. 8 Presents “Addiction Literature” A Program You Won’t Soon Forget with Susan Kirschbaum, Jim Freed, Tony O’Neill, and Elizabeth Wurtzel
Our tribes find us.
Just off Jewish holidays — a 25 hour Yom Kippur fast and my first holiday with the Kabbalah Center in NYC– which included Queen of Pop Madonna in black baseball cap that said “Reine” (French for Queen) in the first row of what I’ll describe as a clapping Baptist style spiritual awakening — but with dancing Jews — I’m ‘coming down’ from the high, which also included Fashion Week.
While I feel connected to my genetic history, I feel religions reflect mythologies created by men: storytellers. Fashion, my original ‘beat’ as an NYC journalist a decade ago, also creates mythologies by men and women, for men and women: storytellers.
In the past week I’ve seen a lot of old friends, with whom I’ve survived certain ‘rites of passage’ of the NYC I’m young and bold variety. Just like the kids in Who Town, we’ve seen people reach the stars, the pinnacles of artistic careers and media fame. Some folks died, divorced, babied, married, lost their souls, then found them again.
You’ve just got to embrace the journey.
Someone said that Kabbalah is not about religion, but rather a conduit to the energy of the connection, in this case to Hebrew letters (the code of the Zohar and the Torah) For me, such a conduit sparks via the singing, the dancing, the MOVEMENT, whether within a spiritual context or in life.
Thus, I’m presenting this moving image of Arden Wohl’s vegan shoe line in collaboration with Cri de Coeur (**no animals were harmed in the making of this footwear) Yes, she also serves as Lit Society No. 8′s Poet In Residence. I present here, poetry in motion……
As the current school season starts, students of life, be well. Keep moving forward!
Just when I think my friend, documentary filmmaker Lucy Walker has told her finest story– which I believed in Waste Land, artist Victor Muniz’s landfill art project—she raises the bar. And, she grabs my heart in doing so….
This evening, The Crash Reel — the story of champion USA snowboarder Kevin Pearce— how he smashed open his head (literally), suffered a brain injury, and came back a champion of humanity– will debut at 9 pm on HBO.
It’s Kevin’s story, how he fights to win first as a snowboarder and then to make peace with his disabilities; but it’s also the tale of an incredible family who challenge, feed, and nurture each other’s spirits. (*Keep an eye out for Kevin’s brother David, who often steals the show.)
This one’s not to be missed. A REAL GEM.
Through his foundation LOVE YOUR BRAIN, Kevin brings awareness to those with brain injuries and some great gifts help the cause. CHECK IT OUT. SPREAD THE LOVE: LOVE YOUR BRAIN/KEVIN PEARCE
; Deux Mecs en fêtent 14 Juillet, Wael et Olivier, Le Bleu et Le Rouge (*also credit to Juriel Zeligman, Wael’s partner.)
If you couldn’t fly to Paris or land on the beach in Biarritz to gaze upon `feu artifice’ or fireworks on the sand for 14 Juillet, or Bastille Day (in English), New York this year offered an adventure, albeit short but fantastical all the same: a quick cruise to Governors Island for the Parisian Ball.
The two captains of this ball — really a rave “plus”– Wael Mechri Yver and Olivier Van Themsche, pictured here, presided over a cast of French dance trance techno deejays and numerous vintage French amusements, like flying swings and giant masks, into whose mechanical mouths we could throw balls and onto whose arms, giant rings. (Bars were stocked with all kinds of booze and champagne, of course, and Le Gamin, the Brooklyn bistro, served up burgers, croque monsieur, and salad niciose style.)
The whole scene took me back to a time when I boarded trains all over France with friends, each of us with just a back pack that contained a bathing suit, something to throw over it, and a tooth brush. The rest — unless it was a guitar– we picked up along the way. We weren’t boarding any trains last night but we circled the carousels and danced in the mist (rain drizzle).
Some of us even got to attack the moving masks, not the figurative ones we wear every day to cope in the city, but giant Guignol replicas. How’s that for French therapy? **Photo and video shot by Susan Kirschbaum