I really admire people who do awesome stuff just because. Those who write novels for pleasure, or make hilarious YouTube videos, or spend entire days drawing pictures they’re not planning to sell. Or those who build sand sculptures, for the joy of kids and lazy tourists. Thank God for those guys!
…And a song I listened to when I was 14.
I grew up believing that David Hockney’s iconic painting A Bigger Splash was all about contrast: between the static, orderly background and the seemingly uncontrolled “splash”, which, by the way, was carefully painted with tiny brushstrokes. Alright, good enough.
It might look like the result of a bored, rich kid’s experiments with Photoshop and/or illegal substances, but this marvelous picture of a jellyfish across a cloudy sky is actually the work of Russian biologist and photographer Alexander Semenov. To take it, he dived underwater (under very clean water, it seems) and turned his camera upwards.
Enjoy his results while I’m holidaying (by some less clean water.) Or at least my body is, because my mind keeps working on all the much more elaborate posts I’ll treat you with when I come back. I’ll also insert a jellyfishy pun here, as soon as I come up with one.
If you’ve got more money than your body has cells, there’s plenty you can do with it. You can order a huge, diamond-encrusted dress to wear for an oligarch’s birthday party on the roof of his Miami residence, and then regret picking something you can’t sit in. You might as well buy a bit of spiritual enlightenment to hang above your sofa – a $87 million Rothko, anyone? Or you can have it both ways and invest in pieces of Zen that are also wearable. Two in one, such a bargain!
The ICA holds a curious exhibition at the moment. It’s called Keep Your Timber Limber and gathers artworks related, in various (but always obvious) ways, to sex. Seen separately, each of the featured artists deserves notice, but putting them together in such way is beyond gimmicky; it’s a case of Sex! And now that I have your attention…
School’s over! I really wanted to post a song about packing your stuff, because that’s what I’m doing today, but all I found was this marvelous sculpture by Michelangelo Pistoletto. It’s called Venus of the Rags, and it accurately represents what you’d see if you walked into my room right now. If I were Venus, that is.
Nineteen years ago, in a stroke of creativity, my parents decided to call me Anastazja. Which meant that during most of my childhood I was either the pop singer or the Russian princess. Recently, however, I’ve suddenly become a porn character. And it doesn’t help that my brother’s name is Krystian (which sounds exactly like Christian.)
“Do you sell…” I start, but the young man working in our college shop doesn’t let me finish. “1 Granary? We will, but not yet.” I must be the gazillionth person that day to ask for Central Saint Martins‘s new publication, which has already been featured in The Times, The Independent, Vogue, and on some. of. my. favourite. blogs. – before even launching its first issue. As I turn around to walk away, a big cardboard box arrives. Seconds later, here I am: Ana Oppenheim, one of the world’s first owners of a copy of 1 Granary.