TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Sunday, September 29, 2002

7:19 AM
Posted by jodi rose

Dumbo, Brooklyn (down under manhattan bridge overpass)
Trading garlic for anything you own right here, right now! We have taken half a loaf of bread, some strawberries, a handstand, apples, a screwdriver, a pen, some wheatgrass - it's a new economy folks. trust the system, share and consume!! www.rich-air.com
I was the trading mc yesterday at bryant park, on 40th st near the new york public library. had some interesting interactions, one man who was delivering flowers came back with the rose I asked him for and traded that for garlic. Then we took the big orange truck up to harlem, where ricardo dominguez did his out there spruiking performance art and lots of cool people stopped to check it out.
Looking up at the manhattan and brooklyn bridges, framing manhattan skyline in the sunset glow - absolutely f***cking gorgeous. Going down to Canal St later where there are some projections happening on the holland st tunnel ventilation building, and then a party on franklins st in the lower east side.
***Later that night****
Projections on the Holland Tunnel building were gorgeous, it was a big square concrete block out at the end of a pier, and very sexy 1976 film by richard serra of an old steel bridge in portland - camera by dee dee, which was funny - and 'erection' john and yoko's film of a building being constructed. Adrian and I were a few minutes late, so missed Colleens piece which was first (she is a student of kathy and branda - described in the new york times article as a 'young unknown' it's her first video work, and being screened in this great location with really big artists - cool!) but will try and go back down later this week. Wanderding around the end of canal st was strange, the neighbourhood had a desolate feeling until we walked down and hit Tribeca, for the suprise 50th party of Les, another video artist. His and Danielle's apartment was gorgeous, big and lush with walls of film theory books, a room decorated by hanging pot-plant tendrils draped over the heating pipes, and Bjork downstairs. Only I asked if they'd had a cup of tea with her and sadly learnt that it wasn't the actual 'Bjork', but a woman with that last name, destroying my fantasy of proximity to mad genius. She's in Paris with Mattew Barney anyway, Adrian told me, about to give birth to their child.
At the party we hooked up with some crazy older party kids who invited us to go dancing, at this wild nightclub - lunatarium. It was the entire top floor of a warehouse in dumbo, which in turn took up the whole block - so huge space, views on all sides looking across to manhattan, over a gorgeous power station - ah the industrial landscape at night, fantastic! - and the manhattan and brooklyn bridges, up close from underneath. Reminded me a bit of the alternate parties in sydney, with performance artists doing strange things with paint, and tying themselves into cat's cradels with white string, and very very cool woman dj's, including miss kitten from berlin - awesome, she was so cute and bouncy, bopping around to the beats - "intelligent techno electro" according to the flier - and crooning over the top a la donna regina.