11.23 (endurance)
edition #55
all or nothing #55 - how much more can you withstand?
table of contents
1.events 2.words 3.missed connections 4.horoscope 5.listen
»current
11.23 after the rain opening
puddles. clouds. slick streets. broken umbrellas. water logged trash. subway waterfalls. those are a few of my favorite things. and also things that come after the rain. but what comes after the rain is different for everyone. come through to our hester street gallery today to see how 6 photographers interpret “after the rain,” in the exhibition curated by benji hsu in collaboration with basta magazine.
»future
12.7 COPY x all street zine + craft fair
do you like stuff? we like stuff. it’s cool to have stuff. stuff is a great conversation starter. stuff turns an empty apartment into a home. stuff turns a room into a gallery. and sometimes, stuff turns a relationship into love. so, really, what we’re selling is love. stuff like zines, prints, postcards, and trinkets. like hella trinkets. if you wanna ride into the holiday season with hella stuff then we’ll see you from 12-6pm on sunday, december, 7th at 119 hester street for the zine + craft fair.
words
+how to unsuccessfully get robbed+
“i think i have your camera.”
it’s particularly eerie getting a phone call to tell you that you’ve been robbed. despite nearly 30 years living in new york, i’ve never gotten got, but on friday morning or perhaps thursday evening, it finally happened. i know people who have literally been murdered over cell phones and wallets, but i haven’t as much as gotten my pocket picked.
i realize now, this is my origin story, though, the inflection point, splitting my life into two parts. i finally have clarity. the only solution is violent overreaction. so, from this point forward, all street is officially a law and order art gallery and collective. our new mission is to support the surveillance state by any means necessary by building a crimeless utopia. our new medium is justice and our art is fighting crime.
no, to be honest, it could have been a whole lot worse. they grabbed some gadgets and gizmos, but thank jesus christ our lord and savior that they didn’t steal our priceless assortment of art that people have abandoned at the gallery. it’s honestly like a miracle, true divine intervention.
earlier that day i had literally just finished a masterpiece easily worth one thousandth of a million dollars, and one day it will surely be worth two thousandths of a million dollars. and guess what? it was literally just laid right out on our work table, begging to be snatched. but these moronic robbers walked right past it. guess they don’t teach taste in robber school. so, jokes on them. i can always buy another $5,000 laptop, but an original piece of art? that is truly priceless.
it is quite unsettling imagining a stranger getting all up in your studio, poking around through your most intimate stuff, but if you think about it, a stranger’s already been there. unless you work/live in a brand new building, i guess, but then even the people who constructed the building had spent a lot of time in “your space.” and who are we kidding, it’s not your space anyway since we’re all on stolen land.
so, all in all, we lost about twenty thousand dollars’ worth of equipment. and sure that’s a lot of money, especially considering the constant pressure we’re under to make rent each month and the fact we’re artists that essentially earn less than minimum wage when considering our hourly input into our practices, but it’s ok. we should be able to save up enough to recoup everything that was stolen in approximately a hundred and seventy years. hopefully our great-great-grandkids will be able to afford a new computer.
but all it takes is one big break to balance out the score, and i feel it coming because after the storm, the sun must always rise. so, if you want to help balance out the score a little bit we’re very open to big breaks at the moment (hit up @allst on venmo, it’s the first one that comes up under business accounts).
missed connections
+11.14 perimeter opening
you: a sweet treat
me: riding a sugar high
description:
you float through the room like gravity doesn’t exist, leaving pixelated pixie dust in your wake. i watched in awe.
+11.8 here & elsewhere talk
you: focused
me: an interruption
description:
i wasn’t trying to be disruptive. it’s just that sometimes i’ll open my mouth and the wrong words come out. but i think you may have understood what i was trying to say?
horoscopes
+Aries+
its okay if you’re broke right now. in twelve weeks you might win the lottery.
+Taurus+
size does matter but it can be overcome by endurance.
+Gemini+
as long as you keep swimming, you can’t sink.
+Cancer+
if you’re raising your heart rate, then you’re doing something right. just don’t overdo it.
+Leo+
all you need to know is that the american revolution happened. spend 12 hours doing something else.
+Virgo+
nobody wins in a mexican standoff because it’s a dumb and racist term.
+Libra+
to some people the color yellow means to slow down. for you it means something much worse, so be careful around bananas and taxis.
+Scorpio+
quite obtuse, innit? trust, blood, we’re right there with ya. but don’t trip, we got your back. we’re in this together. prepare for your life to be changed and your soul saved. but proceed with caution because if you keep going there’s no going back. once you know, you know. the genie cannot be put back into the bottle. the ant cannot be returned from the anteater. and the human cannot be lost once found. so, if that all sounds copasetic, then we are now entering a contract bound by the all powerful gods of substack. now, let’s get down to brass tacks not to be confused with brass tax which is actually just a common misspelling of brass tacks, and surprisingly has nothing to do with brass monkeys. you’re probably wondering what the heck is a brass monkey? well, no one really knows. its a song, it’s a bar, it’s a term used by old white people in reference to the cold. it’s basically all of us and none of us at the same time. ya know? but that’s not here nor there. the reason we’re really here is to figure this out. to get to the bottom of things. to find the depth beneath the layers. what’s inside of an onion, you may ask? more freaking onion. so rather than choosing to be confused, we can choose to know. and with that i leave you. all the answers you’ve ever needed are already within you. they’ve been there this whole time. perhaps out of view, but always within reach. now that you’ve finished reading this, you truly understand what it is to endure.
+Sagittarius+
you can always hold out for a second longer.
+Capricorn+
gravity may stop you from flying, but it can’t stop you from jumping.
+Aquarius+
remember, if life is a durational sport, then you’re a world class athlete.
+Pisces+
you’ll be the last one standing.
playlist
image credits
images from after the rain, a group exhibition of photography by matías alvial, william bigby, iris erwin, jeffrey jin, elinor kry, and nadine zhan, curated by benji zi jian hsu. the exhibition is on view at 119 Hester Street through November 23.