"The Go North Gallery's Guide to Debauchery for the Impoverished Sophisticate" or "Dancing with the Dunkin Green Fairy"

My goal for maykr has always been that it serve as an artcentric resource for the community and visitors of Beacon. To that end, on this end of two thousand and eight, we offer a photographic tutorial on pampering your inner dandy (courtesy of Greg Slick). In a gesture befitting the art scene of late 19th Century Paris, Greg served up absinthe in a 21st Century improvised version of the bohemian favorite at an opening in August.

Happy New Year.
Be well and don't be dumb.

Happy Bday LB, and When Santa Attacks III

I don't have to tell you that the reason that so many of us are gathered together with family and friends is to celebrate the birthday of a very special person; Louise Bourgeois. LB turns 97 yrs old today, and she's had a mighty big year, what with a traveling retrospective (scheduled to open at the Hirshhorn in February) and such.

This opening scene from Jean-Pierre Jeunet's The City of Lost Children approximates what I imagine Christmas Chez Bourgeois to be like:

When Santa Attacks II

A cluster of Santies rising from a chocomiasma.

So fond am I of last year's Christmas picture of Curry Mendes nearly being mauled by the Santa at the Yankee Clipper, I was going to post it again here. Instead, I've decided to embark on an annual series that explores the darker side of Santa in all its permutations.

Down in the West Village on Friday, we came across an operation churning out multitudes of chocolate Santas of all sizes.

The effect of the sight was some seemingly unholy production in preparation for a Santa clone war.

An infernal whirling mechanism that sets the process in motion.

This strain of Santa reproduces through a process of budding.

These elven entities, part Borg, part Terminator, all dark chocolate, rising out of the primordial soup to insinuate themselves into your season of peace, before shifting shape to reap a havoc on your holidaze from which you can't escape. No, you can't.

I dedicate the following yuletide message to Curry Mendes who is moving to LA this weekend. Have a Beary Christmas everyone!

Update: Ok, shortly after having written this post, I realized that that wonked out chocolate factory was Maccarone and what we were seeing was a Paul McCarthy installation.

Update II: Apparantly, them's ain't trees in Santa's arms.