THE CURATOR: Chilling with Zoe Strauss, the post-Beer Week apocalypse and Coolio. Just Coolio.

Every Tuesday, Critical Mass pokes around the art blog world so you don't have to. — Even though we told you about an earlier free screening, Philebrity hit the mark with their recommended viewing short that captures the relationships and open-eyed creativity in each photograph of local artist Zoe Strauss. It's a slice-of-life film that manages to get at all those good Universalist feelings beneath Strauss' photography without any contrived cinematic sentimentality. Best of all, Strauss is totally chill: She just does her thing and we think its art. — Now, let's take a quick breather. Or, on second thought, you might want to hold your breath while searching for meaning in these remarkably artistic snapshots of another side of the Philly streets, one best described as the post-Beer-Week-dumpster-drooling underbelly. Bravo, Philthy blog. — Apparently, there is one correct spelling for the word Juggalo . Apparently, Coolio—yes, Coolio — is a self-professed Juggalo — just not one who can spell, as Make Major Moves reports. Oh, and apparently, Coolio is still being asked to perform. — Lest we forget, 'tis the seasons of Father's Day oriented beer cooler ads and Hemmy powered pickup signs. Don't do it. Please. For alternatives, the Handmade Dude has dug up some finely crafted knick knacks, bursting from their artisan quality, fairly traded seams with machismo. A nice try at shattering those unshakable "Man Law" stereotypes.

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THE CURATOR: Chilling with Zoe Strauss, the post-Beer Week apocalypse and Coolio. Just Coolio.

POSTED: Wednesday, June 16, 2010, 1:55 AM
Every Tuesday, Critical Mass pokes around the art blog world so you don't have to. — Even though we told you about an earlier free screening, Philebrity hit the mark with their recommended viewing short that captures the relationships and open-eyed creativity in each photograph of local artist Zoe Strauss. It's a slice-of-life film that manages to get at all those good Universalist feelings beneath Strauss' photography without any contrived cinematic sentimentality. Best of all, Strauss is totally chill: She just does her thing and we think its art. — Now, let's take a quick breather. Or, on second thought, you might want to hold your breath while searching for meaning in these remarkably artistic snapshots of another side of the Philly streets, one best described as the post-Beer-Week-dumpster-drooling underbelly. Bravo, Philthy blog. — Apparently, there is one correct spelling for the word Juggalo . Apparently, Coolio—yes, Coolio — is a self-professed Juggalo — just not one who can spell, as Make Major Moves reports. Oh, and apparently, Coolio is still being asked to perform. — Lest we forget, 'tis the seasons of Father's Day oriented beer cooler ads and Hemmy powered pickup signs. Don't do it. Please. For alternatives, the Handmade Dude has dug up some finely crafted knick knacks, bursting from their artisan quality, fairly traded seams with machismo. A nice try at shattering those unshakable "Man Law" stereotypes.
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