Saturday, November 2, 2013


If TMZ evolved art-world aspirations, it might attempt to create something like the frenetic Red Bull infused pop-tart-art of Ryan Trecartin.  Full credit also belongs to Trecartin's frequent collaborator Lizzie Fitch.  Together they craft an uncanny suburban nightmare populated by a pastiche of fast-talking zombie bitches (among a bluster of other queered bodies) cantilevered against the high-pitched background noise of a sinking consumer waste-scape-- a return to kitsch for the apocalypse-obsessed Y generation that every old-school Mary (and crystal queen) should appreciate. . . or at least art fags like me.  Pick your poison.  I think you'd like it too.

Watch his latest video "Center Jenny" on until November 8th.  Mid-way thru you'll even discover a brief song about fuckbuddies.

"We might be friends, we might not.  Whatever.  I'm the only one that knows."

If you can't handle art, then try something a little further down the food chain, though equally entertaining, @midnight on Comedy Central-- Jeopardy-internet-stand-up-remix:


  1. Heavens to Murgatroyd! The Zombie Apocalypse draws nigh.

  2. Trecartin's one of my favorites, thanks for sharing this!!

  3. I remember being at the 55th Venice Biennale last month, viewing a gajillion art installations some amazing, some lame. I remember this one too. For this installation, several screens were set up and visitors would sit on raised platforms and put on headphones in a darkened room to listen to the dialogue. But the video I/we watched was somewhat different from the one on the Vdrome website. It seemed a lot more stream of consciousness and a lot more entertaining. One of the camera women appeared to be the star and she was very amusing.