Today March 9th, 2019, marks the 60th Anniversary of the introduction of the world’s most famous fashion doll, known to us simply as Barbie. In honor of this lovely icon of pop culture, I dug up a set of photos I took earlier this year that I have dubbed the Golden Barbie Street Art Shrine, even thought it has less to do with Barbie than it does with the mission of NYC street artist Hispano Man (@hispanoman). Check out his Instagram for more art and information!
Golden Barbie Street Shrine was Spotted on Elizabeth Street Near the Corner of Prince Street in the Nolita Neighborhood of NYC!
JeongMee Yoon’s photograph, Jeeyoo and Her Pink Things (2007) from The Pink Project (2005 – ongoing) inspired this diorama of Pink Girls Toys, which provides a launching focal point the new exhibit, Pink: The History of a Punk, Pretty, Powerful Color up now at the Museum at FIT.
Pink Shrine, Left Side Detail
The idea that pink is for girls and blue is for boys is ubiquitous today. Already conspicuous in the 1950s, when it was part of an ideological push towards gender conformity, the pinkification of girl culture really took off in the late 1970s and 1980s.
I could have stood in front of this breathtaking Shrine to Pinkness forever.
Please enjoy a few more detail shots of this Pink-Lover’s Paradise!
Pink: The History of a Punk, Pretty, Powerful Color Will Be on Exhibit Through January 5th, 2019 at The Museum at FIT, Located at Seventh Avenue and 27th Street in NYC.
Flowers, Photos, Artwork and Gifts from Fans and Mourners Stretch Eight Feet Deep in Front of David Bowie’s Former Home in Downtown NYC (All Photos By Gail)
I’m sure I am not alone when I say that I haven’t really felt centered since I heard the news of David Bowie’s death when I woke up at 6:00 AM on Monday morning. No matter how many bittersweet memories of seeing Bowie in concert back-in-the-day, or engaging personal accounts of ways in which David Bowie profoundly impacted countless lives that I read in my FaceBook news feed — and, trust me, the verbal tributes haven’t stopped coming — this news just doesn’t seem like it could be real. It’s almost like I need to ‘see the body,’ so to speak, for it to really sink in. Because I thought David Bowie was going to live forever. Didn’t we all?
I like to think of myself as being respectful of other’s personal space but, despite being somewhat mortified at the thought of exploiting David Bowie’s death in any way, or getting in his family’s face when they just want their privacy, the more I thought about it, the more I felt compelled to just go to his house; to make my own pilgrimage to visit the memorial shrine that fans have built over the two short days since he passed, which is growing in front of the building where David Bowie lived with his wife Iman and daughter Lexi. I didn’t know exactly where the building was, but I know downtown pretty well and I recognized a fairly distinctive landmark from seeing many on-the-scene TV reports, so I was able to figure out where to go.
“Let’s Dance” Graffiti Adds a Bit of Levity to an Otherwise Reverent Shrine Site
A light mist was falling as I walked uptown from the subway station, and the air had that still crispness, indicating that it could just start snowing at any minute. I hoped it would not start snowing just yet. And then I saw the crowd.
My photos are not great because I forgot to turn on my flash for some of them, and also I was trying not to step on, or in front of, anyone else who wanted to get pictures of this very beautiful tribute of love for a man whose music touched almost everyone I know. The collection of beautiful, fragrant flowers, personal David Bowie artwork, toys, gifts, and a small collection of Jesus Candles, is surrounded by metal police barricades, but if you have something you want to add to the shrine, the police will let you walk around and lay it where you feel it should rest. Everyone was very, very cool and respectful.
Up front: The cover story from Tuesday’s issue of AM New York, a free morning daily, generally available as you enter or exit the subway.
There is so much artwork left by fans, and I can’t even imagine what has already been covered and buried deep under flowers and mementos.
Here’s a sentiment we all wish were true.
I wonder who left that little Teddy Bear, and if it held any special message meant for David.
Bowie’s music played unobtrusively as I stood and took in this scene, and I could hear people sniffling, but a reprieve from the wracked sobbing that I imagine we have all been doing a bit of. It was very peaceful. I think David would have really loved to see such an outpouring of adoration from his fans.
I wish everyone who loved, and now mourns David tonight could see how beautiful this place is, and feel how much love went into creating it. I didn’t want to intrude on his family’s grief, but I almost felt like I had to go so I could represent for those who are not able to be near this energy.
God Speed You David Bowie. We will Miss You Forever.
Foodie-ism ascends to a higher plane at Peter Anton’s The Foodhist Temple, up now at Unix Gallery. For this sensorally-immersive exhibit, Unix has transformed itself into a red-walled sanctuary displaying objects of adoration in the form of larger-than life sculptures of decadent food items. A Cheeseburger Deluxe Platter, several brimming Boxes of Chocolates and a mammoth Chocolate Layer Cake on a Pedestal are among the righteous treats nestled amid a plush-carpeted shrine, complete with dimmed lighting, New Age mediation music, lit candles and fresh flowers. Visitors are asked to remove their shoes upon entering.
As an aside, the carpet feels amazing against street-weary stocking feet.
Cake Worshipers at Foodhist Temple Opening Reception
To facilitate a blissful worship experience, pillows and rugs are scattered across the gallery/temple floor, so that devotees can comfortably prostrate themselves before the Food Idol of their choice. At The Foodhist Temple, Believers can relax, reflect, and achieve a heightened awareness of the importance of food and all of its pleasures.
Entire Box of Chocolates About Equal to the Height of a Person
The hyper-realist detail in these monumental sculptures — which Anton crafted using wood, metal, resin, clay, and both acrylic and oil paints — is extraordinary.
Gallery View With The Foodhist Faithful
Achieve a State of Egg-Stacy!
Visitors will pass by this little shrine on the way to the two smaller, rear galleries. There, you will encounter:
Still More Boxed Chocolates! They Seem to Radiate a State of Enlightened Bliss!
At The Foodhist Temple, all are Welcome.
Peter Anton’s The Foodhist Temple will be on Exhibit Through May 9th, 2015 at Unix Gallery, Located at 532 West 24th, in the Chelsea Gallery District.
A true multidisciplinary artist if ever one existed, Joseph Arthur is not only an astoundingly talented Musician and Painter, but one of the kindest and coolest individuals I’ve had the pleasure to meet. It is genuinely exciting to continue to cover Joseph’s career as he blows minds for a living here in New York City. Joseph has a new exhibit of original paintings up now called Phone Calls from Leviathans (such a great title) at Amy Li Projects, which is inside this Button Store:
Fortunately, these paintings of Joe’s are also displayed in the window, to help catch your eye as you approach!