There is something brewing on Franklin street. A company called Cake asked me if I’d like to put something together at their party during Internet Week. A few other companies asked me this too but Cake seemed the most willing to let me do whatever. Key. They’ve been very helpful. The space is lovely.
Internet Week is just this hilarious concept where people who work on and around the internet compress their energy into a week of !realtime! parties and events. Everyone comes and tries hard to either sell their thing or understand new things (ideas, products, software, trends) and old things (ideas, products, software, trends) and everyone talks a lot about the state of things in general re: the internet. It’s very successful and wild.
Companies that work in this space are expected to be up to date with infinity and boy are they. There are a lot of nice people and a lot of hype and weightlessness. Talking about the internet verges on the benefits and mores of talking about spirituality: but why am I telling you this? you know, you are here already.
I made a flier.
I’m ‘curating’ a show. There’s a performative aspect. It’s a happening, man.
As opposed to taking issue with the idioms of ‘curating’ and ‘happenings’ — I’ve spent time working on the visuals and sorting out concepts with the “The Goodwill Ambassadors from the Internet.” Clever fellas.
I’m pretty proud of how strange and haunting a lot of the work is. Not in that “we converted this space into a meth lab” way. That’s a different art scene. Fun too I guess.
Remember “new york gallery week?” That was a thing, apparently. Well- here is something also. I thought it might be interesting to try something in the space that I’m stalking. I am not sure that I like the organized ghettoization of niche interests buried inside of the “——— Week” formula. Hard to say.
But let’s discuss this all later. After you come to this thing. Really you should come. It will take a day or two to understand what you’ve just been a part of. Or maybe you never will or I never will. Maybe we will all just be sitting here next year, starring into the browsers of discontent… or maybe this is the year, the week, the place to be.
Are you still wondering? Good- bring that sense of wonder.
Email me if you’re really nervous. You’re probably just the sort of person I’d like to talk to.
