this space was fun and necessary. we ran around the city street gazing for sharp, electric thingmabobs -- at the same time, in between seconds, we made video creations. it helped that our characters were complicated. some, didn't make sense, somewhat like a mystery. some of them disappeared, became engulfed, in what i believe to be the city's night-colored lungs. but some stayed in stride for reasons we look to eventually get to. and we're still making a video.
C. A. pardo on 21st & market with emily and scott.
At the beginning, when you're new to the job, you're hypersensitive to those noises and you live in a state of perpetual fright. As time goes by, however, you grow accustomed to them, and although you try to stay alert, you lose the fear, or build it into the daily routine, which is the same as losing it, in the end.
After exotic conversations, I like to go home and write as fast as speed. Anyways, we’re making a video. 1 of the inspirations is in the tunnel at 21st and JFK — shot by carlos. A Scott said, lets put emily Kane in the middle and have cars speed through her body(like a hologram whatever, probably). That’s real hip hop Scott Cooper.
Off-the-points, beautiful, and bad... we stayed alive, off, and never overdressed -- many times running (Bad Nerves Nerds). 2011 slog, listen, we were listless on appearances(a quarterly look), but now our way is back to finding the midnight sun (where you cook eggs on your sidewalk and cook soup in the oceans).
Loose
VoL 1 It’s called Loose, and volume one cuts into the belly of our space and intent. Inside, you’ll see up-to-date perspective, people that are up to things we like, and color. Some things we like, like leather, didn’t make the cut and will pop up in vol 2, no diggidy, no doubt. notes from voL. one/
a local queen show as the spot to talk to Emily Kane was out, so we met in a place called{space} in Philly. It’s Emily Kane’s place and choice. The vibe there isn’t harshed — as harsh appears in ‘it harshed my vibe’ — there’s a beat happening, uncontrollable toothless-bottle-grins, and a memorable, feral, and honest Emily Kane. Thoughts were found, and remembered. The Philly artist, serial maker, and little scientist came to explain why she wore the same white outfit everyday for 30 days — in an experience that will forever be the time she wore the same white outfit everyday for 30 days — and displayed it in the Summer Goals Show.
…this piece isn’t about purity, it isn’t about the mother mary, isn’t about race, it’s about preservation and how impossible it is to preserve things.$Emily Kane$
We were post past, like posted on the dialogue of is this art these days?, better yet, is this virgin art? — and stuck on topical things around Emily’s experiement: the connotations of color, the problem with keeping clean is — it’s one, big universal waste of time, fuck white bread albeit being delicious. The range of emotion went from uhh to oh wow, back and forth, forth and back, until the end.
(Know Though) Carlos Pardo made most of this happen. I was late meeting Emily Kane, and the pain of staying straight and pure at heart was like an unavoidable brick. Emily's leather Belly killa was like a cue ball in a sock. Loose vol one will be out soon.
