Happy end of summer! In conjunction with Fashion's Night Out, I'm hosting my first ever open studio shopping extravaganza and I'd like to invite you and yours to the festivities.
I'll be debuting some new Junkprints artwork and clothing in the new Junkprints studio: The Junkyard! The night wouldn't be complete with out DJ spinning, baked goodies, door prized. The festivities are free. Please RSVP so we'll know if we should be baking a wedding sized cake or a muffin.
WHEN: September 10th 2010 from 6p-11p
WHERE: 66 Washington Ave, Brooklyn, NY, 11205, Btwn Flushing and Park Ave in the Navy Yard region of Brooklyn.
For the last few years Junkprints has been dedicated to pushing the boundaries of art and fashion through textile exploration, subversive graphics and clever juxtapositions. Recently we even had a feature in the New York Times. This whole Junkprints adventure has been quite whirlwind and I'm looking forward showing off the new junk and sharing this special evening with you 😉
In celebration of celebration, I've finally got my shit together and the Junkprints EP will officially launch August 15th! The first song merch combo will feature the amazing talents of Dana Athens (vocal), the faculty (production), and Tough Dumplin (the magic). It's called Brooklyn Breeze!
Chanel and I are currently in the midst of decorating our abodes, albeit in different cities. Chanel is of course in Brooklyn and I am in Washington, D.C. I think that the best part of moving into a new place is the opportunity to decorate it according to your likes and interests. The bare walls of a home are really like a plain canvas waiting to be worked on.
Maya Angelou once said, "I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself." There are people who find themselves in a single-family home, townhouse, condo, or apartment. There are also those who find themselves in a tent. To most people a tent is an item only needed for that one week during the summer where they are dragged into the woods with promises of s'mores by loved ones. However, with 44% of people currently experiencing homelessness in America tent cities have become somewhat of a last resort for unsheltered Americans in need of affordable and accessible housing.
You cannot hang picture frames on the sides of a tent, or install recess lighting, but a tent is still a home in which mouths are fed, and heads lay down to sleep. "The idea of someone living in a tent (or other encampment) in this country says little about the decisions made by those who dwell within and so much more about our nation's inability to adequately respond to those in need", stated Neil Donovan, director of The National Coalition for the Homeless.
The National Coalition for the Homeless is undertaking a new project to document the tent city phenomenon across America. Unfortunately, this so-called phenomenon is nothing new. During the Great Depression the housing crisis that accompanied the employment crisis of the early 1930s brought about "Hoovervilles" which were a politicized term used to describes the countless shanktowns and homeless emcampments that were sprouting up across the country. The largest and longest-lasting "Hooverville" was in Seattle, WA and stood from 1931-1941.
The fact that so many Americans currently live in tent cities certainly puts my home decor aspirations into a better perspective. There are things more important than trying to find just the right accent rug for my reading nook.
Click here to view Lisa Ling's Report on Tent Cities.
Everyone needs more Canadians in their lives. Tomorrow night you will have your chance to get one or two and enjoy some tunes 😉
MANIFESTO, YUME & Lyrics to Go present...
Brooklyn Meet Toronto
Doors 7PM | Show 8PM
MANIFESTO will present an introductory experience for Brooklyn and NYC hip hop fans to some of Toronto's finest hip hop talent. The city that has brought to the world Drake and K'naan, has a wealth of incredible talent just waiting to be witnessed by fans across the globe.
Friday, July 9, 2010
125th & 5th Ave
Show 8pm, over by 11:30pm
(Please note this is an EARLY SHOW)
The reason that I am infatuated with the art world is that it allows people to express themselves through a myriad of mediums. Nowadays, for better or for worse, anything can be considered art. The one thing that has always irked me about the art world is when the art makes no sense to me, but I'm supposed to stand there and act as if it's okay.
I used to live across the street from the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, MA and would visit frequently when I need to get lost in my own zone. I remember seeing a plain wooden chair during one of my visits with a sign on it that read, "Do not sit on the exhibit". So, you're telling me that this plain wooden chair is art? It looks like a chair that I could find in anyone's kitchen, but because it's in a museum it is art. I looked on the wall to read about it, hoping that there was some purposeful message behind the piece and to my dismay all it read was the artist's name, year of creation, and title which was accurately named, "Wooden Chair".
This is the kind of thing that irks me about the art world. Pulling randomness out of a hat and expecting me to give a round of applause. It's not that I am against randomness in art, but I would prefer that it had some degree of forethought in it, so the viewer can better understand where the artist is coming from.
Yesterday, I was watching one of my favorite shows, "Ripley's Believe it or Not" and came across an artist by the name of Lance Ozanix who creates what he calls, "Barf Art". Yes, it is exactly what you think it is. Below is the video showcasing his work.
Admittedly, Mr. Ozanix is not the only artist that uses bodily fluids and functions in their work. In 1961, Piero Manzoni exhibited "Artist's Shit" in the Albisola Marina. The display consisted of ninety cans of preserved "100% Pure Artist's Shit" which he eventually sold for the price of their then-current weight in gold. There was also Keith Boadwee, who used to apply paint to canvas by squirting it out of his butt. When asked about his choice of artistic medium Boadwee once said, "I wanted to prove that I can make just as good a painting as (the 'abstract expressionists') can with my butthole."
What do you think? Is there a limit to what is considered as art, or should it depend on the eyes of the beholder?
When I was fifteen I really wanted to get a second hole in ears. Very daring, right. Yeah, I know it's really no big deal nowadays. I decided that rather than do it myself like some of my friends did with a needle and a lemon, I would do the honorable thing and ask my mother for permission first.
To my dismay, she flat out told me no. Her reasoning was that it would look unprofessional in the corporate world. Yeah, because I was really thinking a lot about the corporate world when I fifteen. Right. At the time I just accepted and til this day do not have my second holes pierced because I eventually got bored with the idea.
Now the most interesting part of this story is what happened the day after I asked my mother about get my ears pierced. The next day we go to the mall and to my surprise she gets a second hole in her ears. The first thought that ran through my mind was, "Oh no she di-in't" and the second thought was, "hyprocrisy, hypocrisy, HYPORCRISY". You would believe how mad I got that one day she says I can't do something and then the next day she goes on and does it herself.
Eventually, I calmed down and asked her why she decided to get it done and she told me it was because she was old, already had a good job, and didn't need to impress anyone. I still think it was a lame excuse, but I accept it.
Now don't get me wrong, my mother is the most fabulous person in the world to me and I feel myself eerily becoming more like her everyday, but what I learned from that experience is that as much as we think our parents don't understand us and how it is to be young the truth is that they do. They were young once just like us, and am sure were just as rebellious towards the generation before them. So, contrary to the words of the Fresh Prince, parents really do understand, but they just don't care because they're old, already have jobs, and don't need to impress anyone...so they say.
In other words, they paid their dues and as Sheree from The Real Housewives of Atlanta would say, "Who Gonna Check Me Boo?"
Just in case you haven't read our lovely header; you're at the Dookyblog. Greetings and salutations to all our new comers and regulars. Some people may find our chosen moniker strange, but to us in the Junkprints clan it makes perfect sense.
I'm sure Chanel's reasoning for the name differs from mine, but to me, Dookyblog is the perfect name for the blog of Junkprints because dooky is a kind of junk and plus we credit our site as "A fine place to talk sh!t". However, if you are looking for the latest celebrity gossip you won't find it here.
Have you ever thought about Dooky before? I just thought I'd put that out there because it sounds absolutely absurd.
Maybe it's because I write for a blog that goes by the name of Dooky, but I have realized that there have been great moments in Dooky history. So many, in fact, that I feel that it would be a great disservice not to share them with you.
I'd like to start off with a quick definition of the word dooky (as if you didn't already know).
Dooky( also spelled as dookie): crap, poo, sh!t, ca-ca, fecal matter, the list goes on.
Okay, now we can begin:
1980s: Dookie Rope Chains
Dookie Rope Chains were the jewelry of choice in Hip-Hop for artists like Slick Rick and Rakim, among many others. According to DJ Jazzy Jeff, "Slick Rick had the most [ropes], but I think Rakim did it better than everybody else. The Fila suit with one gold chain-it was fly!" Rope chains were most certainly fly. Wearing one or many meant that you were relevant in the streets. The late rapper Easy-E once said, "Everybody on tour had a big rope. You wasn't nothing if you ain't had your big rope. The bigger rope determines your status."
1990s: Dookie Braids
I'm sure that this style was worn well before the 1990s, but they were popularized on a wider scale by Janet Jackson in the movie Poetic Justice and Sheneneh on the television show Martin.
A little tidbit about me: In high school I dressed up as Sheneneh one year for Costume Day. Unfortunately, living in the suburbs I should've known better because most kids were unfamiliar with the character. Sucks to be them because Martin was a really funny show, so they definitely missed out on it.
Also, does anyone remember the British girl group Cleopatra? They wore dookie braids a lot in the 90s. At the time I was so fascinated by the group that I mimicked the style and referred to it as "Cleopatra Braids". No, I will not post any pictures of that. I think we've seen enough of my childhood days.
1994: Green Day Dookie AlbumDookie was Green Day's third full studio album. The album is the group's best selling album to date and their only album to reach diamond status. Yes, I'm talking about diamond as in "diamond's are a girl's best friend", diamonds.
The following are some of the most popular songs on the album:
"When I Come Around"
"Welcome to Paradise"
2006: No that's not a sh!t stain on your computer screen...it's the birth of the Dookyblog!In May of 2006 the Dookyblog was birthed on blogger by Chanel. The birth of the dooky happened like this:
Way back when in 2006 the word blog used to be a very dirty word. So, one day Chanel saw a couple on the subway full on making out and she yelled at them, "Why don't you guys get a room!" Then the male half of the couple came up for air and yelled back at her, "Why don't you go and blog yourself!" Then Chanel thought to herself, "Maybe I will". Sometime later the Dookyblog was born with Chanel having to raise it as a single mother until....
2009: Anuli to the rescue!In case you forgot, my name is Anuli and I contribute to the Dookyblog? Why? Because I can and child neglect is not cool. I'm like it's second mother. Not every blog has two mommies, but Lil Dookyblog knows that every blog family is different and special. Some blog families have a mommy and a daddy, but ours doesn't which is perfectly fine.
This is how we met.
This is where I started talking sh!t.
Have you ever thought about old age? Sometimes I've thought about how I will be when I'm a senior citizen. Would I still be as active or as vital as I am now or will I have to depend on others to take care of me?
My grandmother has been staying with us for a few weeks now and during her stay I have learned a little more about her life. My grandmother on my father's side is seventy-eight years old and is my only living grandparent. I would best describe our relationship as "Lost in Translation" because I do not speak much of our native language Igbo and she speak very little English. Interesting enough, somehow we make due.
My grandmother is slowly beginning to develop Dementia. Sometimes she wants to go to the basement, but ends up wandering on the top floor of the house, confused because she can't find her room.
Last year when she visited us from Nigeria she almost broke my heart. We were talking and then I left the room. Five minutes I came back only for her to ask my mother who that person sitting on the couch was. For her to forget me so quickly really saddened me, but I understood it was something out of her control.
The other day, my grandmother and I were talking about her teenage years. This time my dad was doing the translating. She told me people use to call her Electric because of her energy and vitality. My father told me that she used to have suitors down the block waiting to marry her before she met my grandfather. Both proclaimed how beautiful she was way back when.
To see her now you would definitely say that she was still beautiful. I think she looks pretty good for seventy-eight. Would I say that she was still energetic and vital? No. She has a hard time walking, especially up and down the stairs. She also needs to be taken care of by others. One time we left her to look over my five year old sister and I thought to myself, "Who's watching whom?"
A lot of times we judge the elderly and act as if they are less than us because sometime they need more help doing things, or are not as technologically advance as us. If anything we should try to listen more and learn from them because history really does repeat itself. Just because the currents are not as strong as they used to be does not mean that my grandmother isn't still Electric.