The first Friday in June every year is celebrated in the United States as National Donut Day! This is a true thing. Today only you can get a free donut at all Dunkin Donuts (where you need to buy a beverage to get your Donut) and Krispy Kreme Donut Shops. Go! Go while you can! Get a free Donut!
Geoffrey and I went to the opening reception for Kenny Scharf’s Kolors exhibit at Paul Kasmin Gallery on 27th Street. Out front of the gallery this customized golf cart (kart) was parked. We called it the Donut Mobile.
This is the front of the Donut Mobile.
Dig those rad vintage fin details on the rear end of the Donut Mobile. Kenny did that. The display cases you see there? That’s where the donuts go.
Some people on Kenny’s staff put donuts in the display cases. The donuts were supplied by the Donut Plant on 23rd Street. I did not get a donut, because I was not fast enough. Sadness.
Kenny ate a donut that was iced purple in the same color as his suit. He seemed very happy. I love his art.
This has to be Homer Simpson’s Favorite Christmas Tree, Amiright?
Tell me this video (by comedy troupe Awkward Spaceship) wouldn’t have made a great episode of the SNL skit Goth Talk.
Thanks to Neatorama For The Tip!
Geoffrey and I were sitting on a bench outside of a boutique sandwich shop located at the south west corner of Rivington and Norfolk Streets. This was on Wednesday night at about 6:00 PM. We were waiting to cross the street and check out an opening at Sloan Fine Art Gallery, and we did not want to appear too eager. As Geoffrey was sitting to my left and facing east, he suddenly punctuated our conversation with the phrase, “I think that guy across the street is giving away donuts.” It does not take much more than that to get my attention. I turned to see a man standing just outside the entrance to Schiller’s Liquor Bar, at the south east corner of the intersection, holding a neatly stacked tower of donuts on a silver cake plate. We made haste to cross the street in his direction. “Are you giving away these donuts?” Geoffrey asked the man? “Yes, something something blah blah free donuts,” the man replied. So Geoffrey and I each took one of the donuts, which were the old fashioned, plain cake donuts, sprinkled liberally with cinnamon and sugar, and still tasting quite fresh and moist. Yummy! Free Donuts! New York City!
“I See The Donuts”
While this in no way makes up for the having been forced to miss the Hot Glue Hullabaloo exhibit because the people who own the gallery-that-will-not-be-named could not be bothered to keep their business hours for half the exhibit’s run (thanks, not!) it was an unexpected treat to stumble upon one of two new Kenny Scharf exhibits concurrently running at both locations of the Paul Kasmin Gallery in Chelsea. I was pressed for time, so was only able to make a pitstop into NaturaFutura, showing a new series of large-scale paintings inspired by the surroundings of Scharf’s coastal studio in Bahia, Brazil, which is now up at 293 Tenth Avenue. These paintings are really large and beautiful, and flaunt the colorful and whimsical style that Kenny is known for. There is also a series of small sculptures at the front of the gallery that looked like mushroom clouds with funny faces on them. Thought provoking!
Just around the corner at 511 W. 27th Street the gallery presents Three Dozen!, comprised of 36 of Scharf’s signature donut paintings. Yes I just typed that: Donut Paintings. According to the Gallery’s website, “the brightly colored images of assorted donuts floating against surreal skyscapes showcase the artist’s trademark wit and fascination with optimistic fantasy.” You know how I feel about Donuts, so I will definitely be going back to check this exhibit out.
Both Kenny Scharf Exhibits Run Through February 26, 2011. Kenny Scharf!
Pink Donut In Space By Kenny Scharf
If you are reading this from anywhere near the northeastern part of the United States, or you are one of those people that just likes to follow extreme weather patterns for shits and giggles, then you are likely aware that we are having a bit of a Snowstorm here in New York City just now. I didn’t grow up with snow, so to me, a serious blizzard is still a fun and cool thing. But the truth is that snow freaks people out to the point where they almost lose their minds. You’d think it was a plague of locusts descending from heaven rather than a few flakes of frozen water. I’ve never quite understood what is it about a snowstorm that turns grown men into whimpering pussies, but nevertheless it seems to be so. I mean, it’s weather; what are you going to do about it? Lay down on the ground and cry? Surrender? Do you need your blanket? Jesus god people, IT’S JUST SOME FUCKING SNOW – get a grip.
Here are my Top Ten reasons to defend the awesomeness of what media types are calling the “Snowocalypse.”
1. Let’s face it: snow is gorgeous. In the city, you only have about an hour after the snow stops falling to really get outside and enjoy its breathtaking magnificence before the streets are filled with an ocean of grey slush and every dog in the neighborhood uses the pristine white snow banks as a toilet. So put on your fucking boots and get the fuck outside!
2. The buses are empty. The last time I was on a bus as empty as the one I was on this morning was when I was retarded enough to go in to the office on December 31st.
3. The trains are empty (see above).
4. People bring Dunkin Donuts coffee and baked goods into the office to share. Have you had Dunkin Donuts coffee? It is fucking delicious.
5. If you are very lucky, your boss commutes into Manhattan from South Jersey, so he or she decides to work from home. What a special treat this is.
6. The obnoxious, noisy-ass consultants whose desks are next to yours decide to stay home also, and you can enjoy some peace and quiet for a change. Thank you Jesus!
7. People on the streets are nicer when it snows. Because everybody is like, “Hey, it’s snowing! Let’s put aside our differences and be friends!” Or something.
8. The office will probably close early, because that is only fair to the studs and studettes who were brave enough to come in to work when everyone else is home hiding in the closet.
9. Sometimes people make snowmen, and I enjoy looking at them.
10. I don’t have to shovel it.
Enjoy the Snowpocalypse, everybody!