SVA-professor-turned-medical-student Satre Stuelke takes CT scans of cultural ephemera to first see their inner workings, but also to create something visually arresting. With equipment time donated by the Weill Cornell Biomedical Imaging Center he scans the objects and then assigns colors to different densities, ending up with works that often don’t resemble the originals, and challenge conventional perspective.
A remotely controlled mechanical dog toy. The tail is the antenna.
A set of Russian nested dolls.
A Christmas Barbie. (Whatever that is).
6-piece chicken McNuggets.
You can see more images, videos, and submit your own idea for something to scan on Stuelke’s site, Radiology Art.
Filed under: Music | Tags: billy corgan, drummer, smashing pumpkins, who is left in this band?
This just popped in the ol’ Inbox:
“Auditions will be held Friday, April 10 in Los Angeles for drummers who are looking to play with THE SMASHING PUMPKINS. They should send their background info, photos and performance web links via email only to: email@example.com.”
If you know anyone worthy enought to make it to the in-person audition part, PLEASE tell them to film it. This could be awesome.
This cat is Billy’s only friend.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: beards, eamon daly, small children, things to do when you are bored
Can it lift a 56lb child? Can it raise $5,900 for charity? If not, then obviously you’re not Chicago resident Eamon Daly. And your beard sucks.
Filed under: Music | Tags: bird crap, blackbook, imagine all the girls ah-ah-ah-ah, katie white, pop quiz, ting tings
of the Ting Tings.
Are you superstitious?
Errr, I’m more paranoid than superstitious. Karma makes sense to me though.
First album you bought?
Madonna’s greatest hits. I used to make dance routines up to it in the kitchen. Jules stole his mum’s Elvis.
If you could have any super power, what would you choose?
Flying. I’m a very nervous flyer, so I could then fly myself and get over my fear, and If I was a bird I could crap on a few peoples heads. A bird crapped in my eyeball once.
***BONUS VIDEO FOR THE WEEKEND!!! GET DANCING!!!***
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: awesomeness, mari kasurinen, my little pony, someone buy this for me
I had a My Little Pony once that danced like a maniac when you wound up its tail. Really, the “dancing” was just the pony violently vibrating ’cause its legs didn’t bend, but it was still awesome, and I kinda wish I still had it.
These sculptures by Finnish art student Mari Kasurinen might do the trick, though:
Princess Leia is just horsin’ around.
He-Man ain’t foal-ing. He’s The Most Powerful Pony in the Universe!
Edward Scissorhoofs (Thanks Oriana!). Won’t you be his neigh-bor?
There’s nothing wrong with Cry Baby’s voice, he’s just a little horse.
The Joker. A little scary, but you whinny some, you lose some. (Ouch, even I felt that one.)
These guys are for sale for £330. I don’t know how much that translates to… like a million bucks? Anyway, somebody should buy one for me.
P.S. Did you guys know My Little Pony turned 25 last year?
Filed under: Music, New York | Tags: blackbook, despaiiiir, erica wennerstrom, heartless bastards, rock of love, tough chicks, whole foods
What restaurant would you eat at every day if you could?
I don’t think I could eat anywhere everyday, but if I had to pick, I would pick Whole Foods. They always have a good variety of food at the hot and cold bars. I don’t know if that counts since it’s a grocery, but that’s my pick.
What’s your guilty pleasure?
I don’t have cable, but sometimes when I’m at somewhere that does, I watch really dumb reality TV like Rock of Love. That show’s hilarious.
(Rock of Love! YES!)
The Bastards play with The Gaslight Anthem tomorrow at Webster Hall. Check ch-check-check-check ch-check it out… if you already have tickets, that is. ‘Cause that shit is sold out.
Filed under: Music, New York | Tags: bloc party, he should be my friend, kele okereke, terminal 5
“I’ve come to the conclusion that the only real saving grace is the intimacy that can happen between two people,” said Kele Okereke in an interview discussing what would become Bloc Party’s latest album, Intimacy. And last night at Terminal 5, the front man readied himself to get intimate with many people. In a hint of something to come he had stripped off his jacket and rolled up one leg of his red track pants to make it easier to move around. A sweatband was keeping his short dreadlocks out of his face, all the better to see the crowd. Now all Okereke needed was the right moment.
He had already gotten familiar through his banter early in the evening. Someone in the audience had asked for his drink. You can have it, he said, “If you’re man or woman enough to take my cold.” Then he threw the bottle into the horde. Then the moment almost came during the song “Mercury,” when Okereke first asked for the house lights to be put up so he could see our faces. With dimples showing, he said he was nervous. Would we catch him if he passed out? During the song a roadie attempted to hook a strap to his pants, presumably before Okereke leapt off the stage into the crowd, as he had done in previous performances of the song. But last night it never materialized.
Then the encore—round two as Okereke called it—where he urged us to get sexier. It came and went with the only crowd surfing being done by a member of the audience during “The Prayer.” Then, a second encore. Here it was. “Are you ready for a fight?” Okereke asked before launching into Intimacy’s frenetic first track, “Ares”. Riled up with the energy of the song, he climbed the speakers to the balcony, precariously straddling the railing. He lingered in the balcony before running behind the scenes to get back to the stage, and almost tripped in his enthusiasm to get back in front of the crowd. The night ended with a fan favorite, “This Modern Love” off Bloc Party’s first album Silent Alarm, with an introduction of “This is for all the people who supported us on that first record four years ago.” Many were there last night, singing along, and maybe found themselves with Okereke later that night at Le Poisson Rouge. If that didn’t happen they could always catch him and the band again tonight at Terminal 5, where they’ll do it all over again, but only if you get sexy.