All good things come in 2′s

The wonderful photgrapher Gabriela Kulaif just posted something on facebook which I simply had to share:

The must see surrealist “Miss You” solo show by the Brazilian brothers Otavio and Gustavo Pandolfo, also knows as “the twins,” or “Os Gêmeos” in Portuguese.

 Shelley Leopold writing for LAWeekly interviews the brothers:

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“We know from previous experience that a 10:30 am interview is a lot to ask of artists, even on a weekday. It turns out we’re kept waiting because of another interview with a prestigious national art rag that has only just noticed Os Gêmeos’ bright, yellow-skinned figure paintings recently, now that the work can bring close to six figures.

These happy, colorful, self-styled characters grew out of the foundations of traditional graffiti and developed on the streets with encouragement from a magical 1993 meeting with Barry McGee (aka TWIST), who was there on an artist residency. Otavio and Gustavo’s graffiti folktales have since towered over the streets of Sao Paolo and the world, for some 20 years. Consequently, Os Gêmeos’ retrospective contribution to MOCA’s “Art in the Streets” show was stunning — an installation the equivalent of a boulevard full of faces of houses and houses of faces, hooked up to a drum kit that triggered lights embedded in the paintings when played by museum attendees.

This sense of discovery and subsequent interaction is a very important concept in Os Gêmeos’ work seen in the “Miss You” show, and in general, as they explain when we finally speak. By noon they are tired of talking, but they make clear that their influences and ideas come from an easily understood place — inside their heads, where they admittedly live most of the time.

“Everything we do is a self portrait,” says Otavio. “When you come inside [our show] you come inside what we believe.”

Referencing a featured piece in the show, a big, cute, square female head suspended from the middle of the room, which one can climb inside for a trippy, kaleidoscope experience sans LSD, Gustavo says, “Sometimes our head is like a house. Where you close or open it and allow people to come inside and live.”

This idea is explored in an actual “room” created on site at Prism, with bed, books and personal items. One whole wall is an interactive, brain-like screen littered with moving yellow faces that react to touch.

Courtesy of the gallery’s windows, sunshine and color purposefully bounce off the red walls of the exhibit, highlighting the fragmented subjects of the paintings, occasionally emphasized by well-placed sequins. Perhaps it’s capturing the magic “light” of L.A. that film directors like David Lynch and Werner Herzog wax poetic about. Even at night, light is a theme in “Miss You” as Os Gemeos’ signature faces grow out of the floor in mushroom-like lamps. “Our work is very colorful, happy,” Gustavo offers. Otavio agrees, “Yes, full of color, always. And when you see the sky here, it’s like a message for us. Beautiful. We love the light!”

 There are new textiles in the show, showcased upstairs and crafted by their mother, Margarida, a special collaboration for them that sparks an interesting result. It brings a calming influence to the otherwise high fidelity energy of the other work.

 Did they go to art school? Gustavo declares with conviction, “There was no need. Our moment is more special. The people that we’ve met, we only know nice people. It’s true! Life is very important.”

Overall Os Gemeos enjoy their time here in L.A., with many friends and good weather. The show at Prism will close March 24 and they return soon to Brazil to prepare for a museum show at the Boston ICA this summer.

 Our conversation ends with a reflection of the importance of the MOCA show (“It was good for the art scene — [MOCA director] Jeffrey [Deitch] breaks a lot of rules”), eventually turning to a related topic not even the locals quite understand, the destruction of our murals and the crackdown on artists (there is a not-so-secret new Os Gêmeos piece planted in the surrounding neighborhood). “This [attitude] is kind of stupid,” says Otavio. “But everything changes fast now. So many good artists in the world today, especially here in California, all coming from graffiti, street art, all young and very good.” “Especially here,” adds Gustavo. “It’s part of your culture! Los Angeles’ history and the art history in the U.S. Everything is very easy, but people like to make it complicated, hard. The whole world is like this. That’s why we are here to make people happy.”

I love these brothers – they do indeed make me happy. Let yourself be happy.

See you there.

xoxoxox

 

Where have all the Cowboy’s Gone?

I don’t know. I love their accent though, at least what I imagine a cowboy should sound like. The heavy drawl, the fitted jeans, the horse….  But that is not the point of today’s blog, the point is so much is going on. George Clooney was arrested, I got married (the first of three), I found an amazing boutique hotel in Oslo, Kali Dining is going superbly well (if you haven’t booked your dinner yet -DO!), I am about to plan a bachelorette party (Good Lord) and my gym instructor completed Iron Man with all of her toes broken.

I have much to write and heaps to tell, but for now I wanted to say remember to cream up. Yes, it’s dry outside no matter where you are (well at least if you are in Norway or California) so make sure your skin is hydrated! A good option are the body butter’s from The Body Shop. These thick and glorious these creams truly replenish your famished skin. The coconut one is my personal fave, I have to refrain from smelling myself too much in public (at home I couldn’t give a damn). I am obsessed with keeping hydrated – our body needs water to survive. I even managed to make my father drink six glasses of water a day whilst at home. He has never and I mean NEVER drunk a glass of water. He hates it. Six may have been a bit much as he spent much of his time peeing. My father, however, has never had to stop the car to pee, go into a cafe to pee or ever make any pee stop what so ever… as an active peer I believe it is about time he pees a little.

Before I love you and leave you – Happy Friday. (Is it me or did this week not even exist? It went far too fast.)

There is so much going on in LA this weekend with it being St. Patricks, The Los Angeles Marathon but seeing as it is going to rain I suggest (what I feel like doing more like…) 

A trip to the LACMA – In Wonderland: The Surrealist Adventures of Women Artists in Mexico and the United States – Dinner at Terroni afterwards is a must.

A wet and wild adventure with Poseidon Stand-Up Paddle Board - Get a Lesson in Paddle Boarding with your friends (who cares if it’s raining – it adds to the fun) go halt the pending cold with a few beers at the Venice Ale House afterwards.

Un peu de Pamper – So the weather report says rain. Boo. What better excuse to go and beautify yourself. First stop, get those gorgeous brows with Kelly Baker at Kelley Baker Brows on Abbot Kinney. She is the best. Full-stop. Buy her lip-gloss too, as Kelley says, It’s all about the Brows and Lips.

Get Cut – give Angela Garcia at Euphoria Salon on Abbot Kinney a call. She will do your locks better than Goldy every could. (Bottom line – she is the best).

Prepare your body for the week to come at Odacite Garden Spa - Again when it rains, it pours so just give in completely and treat yourself to a massage at the wondrous Odacite Garden Spa (behind the Detox Market on Abbot Kinney).

Go to the Pictures – This is a Cinema weekend (I know it is St. Patty’s but have a beer pre and post movie) because this Sunday BARAKA is showing at the Egyptian Theatre and if you haven’t seen this visual masterpiece, please do.

Also – There will be a Malcolm McDowell Tribute this weekend at the Egyptian Theatre and you can come along to witness McDowell being honored with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame on Friday, March 16th at 11:30 am outside of the Pig ‘N Whistle!

Who has seen the Artist? I hope to finally see it this weekend! Will let you know my thoughts on it…pictures of the 1st wedding, an Oslo low down and much more to come…soon. To a screen near you.

What business is it his?

Forgive me readers for it has been far too long since my last post. During the last months much has occurred. I was proposed to (twice), I was in Paris, Oslo, Mexico, lost a friend, became a royal bridzilla for a brief stint and started writing for a travel review website called Our Man on The Ground (which I absolutely love). [I intend to write about this and let you know about all of this, just you wait.]

I decided to write today because as I wandered along the alley behind the Venice board walk I overheard two people talking rather vociferously. As these young men, with their trousers sagging, their cap tilted sideways and their sin glasses covering most of their head,  gestured enthusiastically with their hands, feet and midriff  I managed to grasp that they were complaining about a common friend. These two men, slightly afeminate in tone and maneurisms, managed to paint a rather lucid picture with flowery words. Never before had I head the use of certain four letter words in such artistic expressions of disgust. It was glorious. I slowed down my pace and as I wandered out of ears length I heard the last exasperated comment emanate from their pursed lips, “and besides….what business is it his?!” Lets face it, asking what business is it his is a form of contemporary Shakespearean language that made my heart beat happily. If these two sassy hoochie men were in any play they would boast a massive success.

As I continued my walk I realized it was time to return to the jenny blog. From now on I am back with my life commentaries, I have fresh stories up my sleeves and much to tell….

For now I am off to shower and dress for a dinner with some people Carlos and I met at a restaurant a few weeks ago. Inspired by my Shakespearean hoochie men a new phrase has been born just in time for the weekend. Say it loud, say it proud, “what business is it his?!”