Artists Slava Mogutin and Brian Kenny are curating a day of artful debauchery on Super Bowl Sunday. "Super Hole Sunday," as the artists have titled the day’s events, is part of the ongoing Sundown Salon series, hosted by architect Fritz Haeg at his live / work dome just north of downtown Los Angeles. I’m working on a video piece for the exhibition, which may or may not get done in time. Check out http://www.fritzhaeg.com/salon.html
For you non-sports fans, the Super Bowl is not something that Super Salads and Super Pastas are served in. The Super Bowl is the biggest wank off of American Football, during which some of the most expensive TV commercials are aired at exhorbitant airtime rates. During the half time "entertainment" portion of the event, pop singer Justin Timberlake has been known to rip away a strategic part of pop singer Janet Jackson’s corset, exposing her strangely sun-pierced titty for all the world to see.
The "wardrobe malfunction" sent the chastity-belted, yet porn consuming, US into a state of apoplexy, including an FCC "investigation" and deep apologies from both Timberlake and Jackson. Coincidentally, Jackson was releasing a new single from her record within the same time frame. (I wonder if part of the F.C.C. investigation concluded that, yes, in fact, women have breasts. I could have told them that, as I now have a new girlfriend named "Chyna," who has ample breasts that, as she proudly says, "feel real.") Isn’t part of American football the player’s love of titty? Or is there more man-on-man love happening in the shower than I’m aware of? Who are we kidding here?
When do the hypocrits go on vacation and the smart adults start to make the rules?
Big news this week: my roommate just received her new Boudicca boots. Holy shit, are they hot. I can’t stop sniffing the box.
Dino Dinco
Los Angeles
