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Friday Diary: The Urban Rangers, MOCA

The Los Angeles Urban Rangers

Los Angeles Urban Rangers members, from left to right: Therese Kelly, Sara Daleiden, Emily Scott, and Jenny Price, 2007. Credit: Tom Queally © Los Angeles Urban Rangers (photo via nextamericancity.org

Los Angeles Urban Rangers will present their urban adventures at MOCA on the first Thursday evenings of July, August, and September 2011..

Founded in 2004, The Los Angeles Urban Rangers are dedicated to equipping themselves and others to ask questions about the abundant and often unseen complexities of everyday places, whether freeway, neighborhood, park, office park, or living room. Sara Daleiden, Therese Kelly, Jenny Price, and Emily Scott are the core members of the group, which is headquartered in Los Angeles. Recent projects include a series of public “safaris” and interpretive tools elucidating Malibu’s contentious public-private coastline (included in Actions: What You Can Do With the City, Canadian Centre for Architecture, Montréal; Open City: Designing Coexistence?, 4th International Architecture Biennale, Rotterdam; Performing Public Space, La Casa del Túnel, Tijuana; and Just Space(s), Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions, 2007–10); a trail system through the only “wild” plot in Almere, the Netherlands, as a project for Museum de Paviljoens, 2008–10; and a tour of the Whitney Museum from an eagle-eye perspective for the 2008 Whitney Biennial with Fritz Haeg’s Animal Estates 1.0. The collective also participated in the 2010 California Biennial at the Orange County Museum of Art, which included a residency that launched this most recent phase of their Public Access 101 series, focused on Downtown L.A.”

via e-flux (visit this link for more information on the summer program with MOCA)

 

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WWM Weekly News Bulletin – Women, Art, Design, Technology

Kate Gilmore

Walk the Line
“On 6 June, 2011, at 8:30 am, Parasol unit foundation for contemporary art will launch Walk the Line, a dynamic site-specific sculptural artwork by the American artist Kate Gilmore on Exchange Square, London. Inaugurating a new strand of events, entitled Parasol Public, this public art project promises to be one of the most thrilling summer events in London.

For this project Kate Gilmore proposes a vibrant site-specific art work in Exchange Square, London. During the live performance, teams of eight women in two shifts will walk continuously on top of a red structure for nine hours a day; from 8:30 am to 5:30 pm. Members of the public will be able to walk both around the structure in order to experience the work visually and through the passageway beneath the platform to get a sensory experience of the women walking above. By creating such a visually striking and powerful work, Gilmore highlights and gives prominence to the daily life of professional women in the City of London.”

The event will be broadcast live.

Where: Parasol unit
14 Wharf Road
London
N1 7RW

via e-flux

New York version

Anne Tyng: Inhabiting Geometry

APR 15, 2011 – JUN 18, 2011

Anne Tyng (b. 1920 Jiangxi, China; lives San Francisco), one of the first women to receive a Masters of Architecture from Harvard University, and a woman at the forefront of experimentation in the field of using complex geometry as a source for new forms in building, is the subject of this exhibition at the Graham Foundation in Chicago.

“This exhibition introduces her work to new generations who are also working to push the spatial potential of architecture.”

Read more at GrahamFoundation.org

Where: Madlener House
4 West Burton Place
Chicago, Illinois 60610

 

Film: The Price of Sex

June 24, 2011 9:30pm
My pick for the upcoming 2011 Human Rights Watch Film Festival in New York, June 16-30:

“A feature-length documentary about young Eastern European women who have been drawn into a world of sex trafficking and abuse. It is a story told by the young women who refused to be silenced by shame, fear, and violence. Emmy-nominated photojournalist Mimi Chakarova, who grew up in Bulgaria, takes us on a personal journey¬–exposing the shadowy world of sex trafficking from Eastern Europe to the Middle East and Western Europe. Filming undercover and gaining extraordinary access, Chakarova illuminates how even though some women escape to tell their stories, sex trafficking thrives. (2011 Nestor Almendros Award Winner)

Discussions with filmmaker Mimi Chakarova to follow all screenings. A panel discussion will follow the Saturday June 25 screening and a reception will follow the June 26 screening.”

Where: Film Society of Lincoln Center
Walter Reade Theater (upper level)
165 West 65th Street
btwn Broadway / Amsterdam

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London Design Festival 2009: The What Women Make Report


Chair Arch conceived of by Wallpaper’s Henrietta Thompson

The week transcended all expectations.  With a day’s distance from my time at the fair, I see the trends as follows: Reality skewing shapes, new world order inventions for sustainability rocketing us into better mousetraps, intellectual pursuit, bold against black, color and selfassuredness. Here I recount my path of discovery:

9/19

The day of my arrival in London was spent gearing up for a week of design immersion. I went to Sainsbury’s to get cereal and yogurt so I wouldn’t be slowed down by morning hunger and was wowed by the convenience of automatic check out. A system that dispenses bills no less. Much easier than Ikea’s system. Do we (America) have that anywhere? Easy, clear, convenient and fast. My good branding and service loving side was in heaven. (I’ve been living in Paris and Barcelona for the past three years.)

Then I went to W.H. Smith and browsed the London city guides looking for something that wasn’t going to consider Big Ben the vital destination and ended up with just an A-Z mini map because everything from Time Out to Not For Tourists felt too commercial or too broad.

9/20

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Ceramics in the City

It was only when I got to the beautiful, green and tranquil Geffrye museum for Ceramics and the City that I found Max Fraser’s London Design Guide which as it turns out had just been published and would be all over the place within days. It has clear maps by neighborhood and covers everything from big commercial design stores and hotels to the small and independent but it doesn’t consider fashion to be design other than a few biggies like Paul Smith and Dover Street Market and therefore misses the design worthy independents like No-one on Kingsland Road which I found to be a bit of a shame.

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Geffrye Museum

At Ceramics in the City, a one day sale of local work, the big winner for me was Hitomi McKenize. Her pieces are a refined snapshot of the spinning ceramic wheel in motion. (F) The museum itself is like a hidden oasis in East London. Along the back there is a hall with small wooden benches and a wall of windows facing fluttering green leaves and dappled sunlight. A great place to sit and read or write.

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I looked through all the Brick Lane and market stall stores stopping on my way back to talk with the owner of semi permanent pop up shop, Marsh-mellow, a store dedicated to festival goers in the UK. No longer just the one-off viral marketing stunts they started out as, pop up stores are now the norm for testing the marketplace before leaping. The vibe in London was palpably one of moving forward in creative, thoughtful and innovative ways though. I didn’t get a sense of doom and gloom or the impression creative types were holding onto a safety raft.

Next was dinner with a Japanese exporter who showed meticulously crafted leather goods at Maison & Objet in Paris for the first time and was only in London on his way out of town. We discussed a shared passion for the dying ancient traditional crafts of Japan at Sake No Hana in Mayfair which only made me long for the real thing. When I asked him why the Japanese always eat Japanese food when they’re abroad he said he can do with a few days of European food or Chinese but then he just finds anything but Japanese too greasy.

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In the morning I went to pick up my press card and looked through the V&A Telling Tales exhibition of expressionistic escapist furniture and design.

I am trying my hand at agent as well as brand strategist to female led projects so I checked out a handful of recommended stores supporting independent designers. One of these was Beyond the Valley off Carnaby street where I met the affable but fashion week rushed buyer and had a chat.

Then I made my way to the famed “b store” on Saville Road which left me markedly underwhelmed. It’s one of those concept stores that are dark, cold, housing a paltry collection of overpriced garments exalted way beyond their level of originality or interest – with the requisite shelf of independent handmade magazines, “Me” magazine, the newspaper format magazines focusing on one very specific banal obsession, in this case ‘light’, and a self-involved sales staff that never looked up to say hello. There are one or three of these in every fashionable city.

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me at Skandium

This was a surprise because everywhere I’d been in until now, the friendliness and charm had been total which I think is way more modern than aloof unfounded snobbery of past years (or of Paris in general) so with b store, I really could not see what all of the fuss was about.

Here’s a regret. On the other end of the humanist spectrum, I missed the ‘Reclaim’ exhibit at Eco Age. It was just too out of the way of everything else. I had really wanted to meet Orsola de Castro who with partner John Teal made art out of unclaimed luggage. I hope to catch up with them via email. I thought of them when my eyes landed on a quilt made from dolls and baby toys at 100% Design. They made a similar quilt out of the contents of the luggage.

9/22

Tuesday the pace increased exponentially. I missed Responsible Design – and not because I was irresponsible! – but because the website said the talk was at 9:30 and it was actually at 8:30 but I recovered from the glitch while perusing the Brompton Design district. The Knit Wit exhibit at Skandium was lovely though I wouldn’t say terribly unique. The store itself is a joy, especially Klaus Haapaniemi’s Iittila cups. Afterwards, I sat down with the striking Priscilla Carluccio, owner of Few and Far and of brother Terence Conran and Habitat fame (F) and then went around the corner to Mint, a gallery shop that sits on the border of design and art, cherishing concept and metaphor over strict functionality. The staff were knowledgeable, unpretentious and welcoming and the content, strangely beautiful. The highlight was the “At One” couch made from ash, latex, crushed velvet, and foam by Charlotte Kingsnorth who was influenced by rising obesity and the paintings of Jenny Saville. The work is a comment on  the relationship between a human being and their furniture “which has been devoured by its obese occupier.” This bulbous melting structure was actually pretty comfortable.

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lunch at Portobello Dock

tomdixonwallNext I went to interview Dieneke Ferguson, founder of Hidden Art. For the duration of the London Design Festival, Hidden Art took up residence at Tom Dixon’s temporary exhibition and showroom space at Portobello Dock which also housed nascent designer projects. Dieneke who is Dutch, has been a kind of fairy godmother for independent designers and artisans in the UK for the past twenty years, eleven of which under Hidden Art (F). It was day one in the space for her and we took some time trying to figure out the process for ordering lunch. She had the rabbit. I’d eaten a sandwich in transit and had my third cup of coffee of the day which didn’t hinder my sleep one iota by the time I went to bed.

I ended the working day with an interview with Danish designer Nina Tolstrup whose Pallet Project created a second life for “pallets” (wooden crates) as chairs. She commissioned artists Gavin Turk and Cornelia Parker to paint a chair each. The chairs were auctioned off for a charitable organization where women in poor neighborhoods in Buenos Aires come together to make pallet chairs for their community. The woman who set up the foundation approached Nina with her idea after seeing her chairs online. (F).

9/23

Wednesday: the actual fair now a day away, I had a packed schedule. I attended the book launch of “Discovering Women in Polish Design: Interviews and Conversations” which to date was the most eye opening and relevant to What Women Make’s global / local female focus (F).

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glass house at Wapping Project

At night I ended up missing Lee Broom’s opening that I’d RSVPd to as well as the London Design Medal which I do regret, but I made a new friend who creates textiles and innovates design processes, one of which will be used to ornament hospital ceiling tiles. shoedesignertalkI was introduced to her by the Blueprint Magazine product editor, Luca Amadei, who led and wrote the Polish Design book project. I’d met him the night bfore at Nina’s party and we hit it off right away. Ana Aranjo, who moved to London from Belo Horizonte, Brazil, teaches at Oxford when she’s not running her company, Atelier Domino. She invited me to a talk at the Wapping Project. We had dinner in the converted factory and she filled me in on London creative entrepreneur life as I considered a move there.

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around the corner from Persephone Books near Russell Square

The highlight of my week was between breakfast and dinner. It was my interview with Nicola Beauman of Persephone Books. It had nothing to do with design. After all, What Women Make is not just about design but about creative women and female leaders leading creative businesses. Ten years ago after stints at the Financial Times and the Observer, and a book of her own under her belt about women writers, Nicola founded her publishing house and bookshop in Bloomsbury. Persephone Books publishes out-of-print female authors from the 19th century that she personally loves. I won’t say any more. You’ll have to wait for the interview to post. (F)

9/24

The fair arrived. I started with Designers BlockDesignersBlock where I stopped four or five women designers whose work caught my eye, from recent grads to new entries, to the hugely successful founder of Ella Doran. The rest of the day was spent walking a maze of delight around 100% Design, definitely concentrating on the back center and right quadrant for new and experimental design and concepts dealing with sustainability. (F)

9/25

Reluctant to admit this is my last day, I was slower than the rest to make it out the door. When I did, I headed right to Brick Lane’s Truman Building for Tent thinking its at least a half-day event but I ended up seeing only one or two items of note and finish the single floor in forty minutes including a chat with a woman who upholsters beautiful antique trunks with her hand printed textiles.

All in all, my evenings this week were spent mostly with friends and not at parties, save one. That might bore you, but on my last evening dead tired and unable to make it back to East London for the festivities, I spent it gathered at a bottle of wine with a new New York acquaintance lamenting our city’s dwindling steam, both of us for the first time considering moves to the dynamic, engaging, poised, diverse, and somehow seemingly more intellectual and daring, London.

And that’s my trip. Please follow me on twitter and my RSS feed to be alerted to the interviews and features as they post. A selection of photos of women and their work will post next and a video of the week will be coming shortly after.

-Chauncey Zalkin


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Definition of a Designer-Maker + 11 Things To Love

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from ffffound, work of Roland Tiang Co

The apt definition of designer-maker given on the hidden art website is worth repeating here:

“Designer-Makers design and make their own unique work, on a small or large scale. Hidden Art promotes and supports designer-makers who design and make functional items in three main categories:

  1. Designer-Makers who produce hand-made items. For example, a potter whose work does not involve mass production.
  2. Designer-Makers who design and then in some or all instances sub-contract out the turning of the design into a product. They may oversee the making of the product, but they do not produce it themselves.
  3. Designer-Makers most possibly with a degree in product design, who develop a new design or concept, and then look for a manufacturer to produce it. Their ultimate aim is to become a pure designer and they themselves do not ‘make’ their designs into tangible products.”

Marie Langaa - teapot cast from textile. Doorknob handle. Danish Crafts on DesignBoom

Here are some things that I’ve run across and twittered about but haven’t had time, preparing and presenting my ethnography seminar and now my trip tomorrow to London to confront the onslaught of design euphoria, to share — but as I make way for more, here I give you a “check it out” rundown of all I’ve starred over the past weeks.

  1. Narrative Identities by Nadia Troeman, on dezeen.com. She’s created a color wheel identity and branding system that shifts and changes based on the culture of the student body.  She’s a graduate student at Central Saint Martins.
  2. A retrospective of the work of Croatian artist Sanja Ivekovi.
  3. The Cardinal Club. Somehow eating in the private backyard of someone’s East Village apartment seems like the freshest idea. Not about a woman maker but, well, partly. Caitlin Zaino reports.
  4. Supermarket Sarah, creative female entrepreneur. Like the Cardinal Club she’s opened up her home, a welcome respite from the maddening crowds of overwrought luxury stores and fast fashion stampedes. She moves between her Portobello Market stall and her home as Swiss Miss reports, “offering teas and cakes” to shoppers of her eclectic collection.
  5. Repurpose. Weed through Margo‘s slapdash crafts page to find some real gems and inspiration. I can see someone re-imagining, for example, some of her work with china wreaths and swags.
  6. Paula Wallace, president and co-founder of Savannah College of Art and Design, guestblogging for Fast Company.
  7. A piece on the Women’s Monument in Memory.  Female Victims of Political Repression, Santiago, Chile.
  8. PIG 05049

    PIG 05049

    Christien Meindertsma’s book of photographs shows the path of a pig from the day it is slaughtered to all of its disparate uses – and it is the first ever communication design entry to be a finalist at the INDEX:DESIGN awards.

  9. Jean Madden’s beds for the homeless, Street Swags, won the Index:Design award. ‘design to improve life.’
  10. Lisa Maria Grillos bike bags write up in the New York Times, a feature entitled Plan B about businesses after the pink slip, reminds me of when I was similarly featured in a Daily News article entitled “Meet New York’s Newest Entrepreneurs” after 9/11. My ‘dog hoodies’ and I pictured big on the front. While my hoodies were indeed cute, a big hit, and told the story of my 2003, it takes a lasting passion for a product and its trajectory from homemade to a  full fledged large scale distribution channel to make it work. For me, hoodies weren’t my longtime passion but I had a fun run.  Maris Grillos bike bags show keen insight into a problem and if she can and has the desire to grow big without compromise, she may have more than what  the Times calls ‘accidental entrepreneurship’ on her hands.
  11. Miranda July,  filmmaker, writer, installation artist of sorts, and now… pillows!
    -Chauncey Zalkin
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Barcelona, Love, & The Economy

By December 1st, my boyfriend and I will have transplanted ourselves from Paris (me) and London (he) to a cozy 45 square meter flat in Barcelona.  I’ve had a tendency through the years to disclose my flights of fancy in ill-conceived rushes of enthusiasm only to later regret it. As we all know, sometimes visions of sugarplums do not materialize.  That is not to say that I haven’t given each and every one of my dreams my all and had more than a couple come true.  It’s just that dreams can get a little fuzzy toward the final frame.  This time, the final frame is all I see.  As 2008 stumbles toward the finish line, my dreams are once again before me. One dream completes, another waits to upload, and a third begins at the very beginning. And at the same time, I’m driven to distraction by events taking place back home.

Living in Paris has changed everything, the order of my priorities, the sharpness of my values. It’s finally flushed away the detritus, the lovingly worn but ripe for discarding parts of my life – glib, clever, soulless part time players, shopping sprees packaged to my cerebrum as errands, the all-too passionate conversations about vapid pop culture personalities plastered on tabloids, playing along with the deification of brands.  I came here to get some distance from the demands of materialism, to flee the ad world, to stop subjecting myself to the daily charades of office politics, to put a distance between myself and my language, and to question the mindless comprehension that becomes a hum under the surface of everything so blindingly familiar.

I’ve been gone 22 months. Now a new newness is at hand. I’m swapping French for Spanish. I have no foothold in the new land. No job awaits. No program. No new book to start. It’s not a sabbatical. I can’t couch it in any of those terms.  It’s a nose dive hopefully onto a bed of roses on a cloud of honey and spice.  We’re hoping for a little harp action – and a little financial luck.  Because we’re going for broke precisely as we enter the worst economic period since the Depression.

I have to say, I’ve been anxious. I know that in five short days we will know who the president will be and we will either be elated beyond imagination, dancing in the streets (well, I’ll have to do so figuratively and through youtube), or so utterly frightened we’ll be running from the theater of American life like the opening scene of The Blob.

I’ve been watching this campaign so closely that it would be fair to call it an obsession. It’s a comfort to me that America (and its myriad of dreams) is still at arms reach even with all its follies and absurdities.  Nobody on this side of the pond can quite understand the thing that makes us American and love it the way we do. It’s been quite an embarrassment lately and not just because of George Bush’s administration, but because of our insouciance about how out-of-touch we truly are as a nation.  But now, suddenly, we have this person, this clear-talking level headed, comforting presence that has brought out a lot of hope in all of us, a sign that we’re not just crazy when we compare truth to sensationalism, globalization to domestic arrogance.  Finally, someone who everyone can get behind and at the same time will tell us we need to ramp up and pay attention to the innovation going on in the rest of the world. That we should solve problems, not rest on our crumbling laurels.  As chain stores and billionaires take over New York, I see that perhaps all is not lost. From under the economic and cultural rubble, lo and behold, there is a voice of reason.

I’m using the disaster of the economy and Obama’s campaign as a guidepost in my own personal affairs – my business plans, my conflicts about subjecting my creative projects to scrutiny and criticism by a flailing paradigm (the publishing world). A renewed effort to participate in the world of culture making without big compromises to my integrity and passions. And to my love life, which is also in uncharted territory. Never mix love with business? Well, we’re mixing it alright, and with relish. Please stay tuned and take a ride with us on the new adventures and misadventures of Girl on the street. And let us all pray for our futures.

Please check out Peter’s amazing photographs and go to the main site to see our latest Girl on the street coverage of the women at London Design Week, and shortly, The Freize Art Fair.

-Chauncey Zalkin

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Mommy and Baby Go to the Salon

I read an article the other day talking about a trend in hair salon treatments for kids as young as six and usually in the ten to twelve year range. The first time my now thirteen year old sister got highlights I really laid in on her. I said she was going to ruin her hair and miss out on the beauty of being a little girl. I found it creepy to see such a child with porcelain skin and baby fat also have processed locks.

Attention all global marketers – your children’s market is shrinking.

Childhood only seems to last from the time infancy/toddler age ends (two-ish) to, apparently, six or eight. That’s a small window for digging in the dirt and getting elbow scrapes climbing trees.

Five or so years ago, I noticed and heralded the narrowing gap between mothers and their daughters. Girls and moms both loved Spongebob and Justin Timberlake. I love the idea of the freedom to not be restricted by your demographic. That you can tap into your tween-self and return to your complex nuanced adult self all within an outing. I created a strategic platform for a well-known plush toy company to use their material to create products across six stages of human development with this idea in mind – that in one individual there is the infant, the newly physically separate child, the newly socialized kid, the preteen, the teen, the early adopter twenty-something, and the settled and established adult. I was excited about the idea that we can’t be reduced to a list of simple drives. We live at a time when time is new again – where our task is to break from all previous definitions.

 

I love technology and what is has afforded us in freedoms to define ourselves but skipping the inevitably time consuming aspect of human development in our desire to mimic and therefore rush our entree into the consuming public, juxtaposing nascent flesh and clean new hair, small hands and feet, clouding organic physical and mental development and self-integration with a marring of your physical nascent being doesn’t allow or any freedom at all.

-Chauncey Zalkin

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Art vs. Marketing

I used to think if I pursued art, it would be like spitting in the ocean. Who would care? Who would hear me? I told my 25 year old self, if you attach yourself to brands and big business, play not by the rules of making money, but in acknowledgment of them, you can get a word in edgewise. If you make art you’ll be like that hippy dancing in the crowd at a Phish concert with her eyes closed. (for me that’s a bad thing). You’ll be in your own art universe. And starving. It seemed to me: make your contribution quantifiable, make it count, make it consumable, make it tangible.

But that was then. Now everyone’s selling to one another.

‘Buy me’

‘No buy me’

‘Buy me!’

It’s another form of taking turns talking. It seems pointless. All this clever stealth marketing is zapping creativity from the creative population. Everybody has an agenda.

How can anybody even see?

I went onto a Paris hipster site tonight someone sent me to learn more about the FIAC art fair going on here this weekend. On the site, famous Paris personalities listed their favorite spots here. Of course an actress listed a regular movie theater that will be debuting her movie and another woman talked about a store that carried her clothes. Give me a break.
When I hosted a panel of marketers at a conference last year, I carefully planned out questions that would probe the evolution of online marketing but my guests got up and one by one plugged their brands, products, and websites. At one point, one of the panelists hijacked the whole thing by standing up in the middle of the thing to click through a powerpoint of his companies services! Something I explicitly told him not to do. It was the Jerry Springer of Marketing Panels. Each one, especially the young guns, got up to outshout the other.

Sometimes what used to excite me about the entrepreneurial spirit of the creative class is starting to look like the spit of a thousand jaded and corporate-ized cool kids sinking into the ocean. They are turning into the monsters they were running from.

No matter what you do for $$$, if you commit yourself to art, your art, as few people as there might be who see it, you can rest assured that you are actually saying something that is not related to a consumable, profitable, interchangeable, extinguishable, questionable, suspicious, depleting thing. It’s something actual. Something human. something flawed and living. Something that means something, even if it means something to 5 people or 2 or just you.

I’m not being idealistic. We have to make money. We have to produce food and machinery and fashion and ipods and shoes and beverages and hand soap. I just think we need to do have some separation again of church and state. The French seem to still be able to do both but that capacity is diminishing. The production of free time that we’ve nurtured seems to be actually just the production of more work time. If you want to discuss this, I’ve formed a What Women Make group on LinkedIn. Look it up and ask to join.

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Off the Grid: When the Digitally Obsessed Stops It All To Write a Novel

Before I landed in Biarritz in July, my MySpace Page was a carefully manicured lawn. Flickring was my scrapbook and practically my full length mirror. I added Facebook to my arsenal and occasionally opened mail from Friendster. But lately, I don’t fish around on Small World. I don’t upload, stumble!, google, youtube, or filter feeds. I sometimes ichat, usually gchat, but don’t download. Instead, I test out pens and spend the extra dollar or two for a good one. I collect good journals and fill them. I draw. I’ve traded in my mechanical hand for the tendons and small bones of my own.

My eyes widened at an article from a friend in my inbox, a continuum of the siren calls from afar bringing me back, stirring me from my pestle and mortar stupor. It was an article about a ‘Girl Power’ (a term whose skin tingling triteness makes my neck rotate, Body Snatchers style) but wiping away the image of pink hearts with boxing gloves, I see it’s about the now tired story of a 17 year old raking in millions, this one making cute graphics for MySpace layouts and rejecting the million(s) dollar buyout offer saying, ‘whatever.’

The Internet social networking phenom turneth surprisingly s–l–o–w–l–y and yours truly has Internetitis that began suddenly this summer. (It’s happened before). I am antsy behind the screen and want to finish quickly and get on with things.

In Paris, with all the downtrodden faces and ladies who dejeuner clinging to their well-tailored coats, it was easy to fall back in love with the online world, updating and uploading and sprucing up my online life (hence the sparkling new Girl on the street home replete with video).

But since I’ve been facing the majestic ocean (facing NY from the Atlantic shores of France), I haven’t been much in the mood for uploading, or downloading, or browsing, or searching, least of all doing any online enterprising. My own personal writing is filled with “Look Up” and “Research Laters” and I have to say, it’s amazingly productive to leave these things undone.

I lately read novels the way I downloaded iTunes TV shows when I first arrived in Paris in winter. I write with a pen, I read from paper, and I draw every day. Colored pencils and carbon pencils, a touch of sea water or Evian from the spray can to make it aquarelle. Always of people, usually at the seaside, and my rule is they have to be there in the flesh. When they leave, they leave. I get what I can. I capture life. Life lived and breathed, belly out, nipples to the left and right on an 85 year old. Cuddling or napping teenagers. Friends chatting and having a Pastis or a pression. Toes digging in the sand or curled one on top of another on a boardwalk chaise.

I capture life and not the Eskimo kisses of circuits rubbing together on austere motherboards. With the drawing, I’m not ready to quit the day job (what day job?) but I’m not half bad either. I find it’s like my old stealth trend snapshots, heart racing, trying to get that last gesture in before I’m caught, but the material both in my tin pencil case and and my subjects are broader and more challenging.

None of that matters when I say, I’m proud of this latest success story, which came naturally, I’m sure, and not with a lot of planners and strategists second guessing the market and planting clever traps in women’s paths. I’m sure it happened through community and kismet. Of course, she’ll need planners and strategists if it grows to outsized proportions so the story can continue and sustain and that will be where people who do what I do, professionally, step in to make the unselfconscious conscious.

I haven’t read this article yet myself but I got the gist so without further ado, here is her wildfire idea, another one that leaves the corporate suits scratching at their blown out dos…

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