Oh! My Versace Boot! What a Shame.

Have I told you about my weekend yet? Firstly, I misunderstood Mo’s concept for “Google Me This,” at NYUFF. I thought it was a presentation of internerd-curated videos, and had this whole concept/performance planned about nationalized health care and feminism and irritible bowel syndrome, and how very little research has gone into IBS in spite or because of it affecting 30% of women, and the interdependency between the neurons and the intestines… BUT FUNNY. When I got there, however, Mo and Kevin had set up a gameshow-like speed round, pitting googlemethisers against each other, leaving it to audience applause to determine which contestant would make it to the final round. The winner would recieve a trip to Aruba. Kyle, who resembles Pat Sajak but was wearing a Liberace pompadour, hosted. My initial video, “the feminist right to objectification as seen in an advert for an upstate NY gym chain,” lost to a video of Patrick Stewart-as-Jean-Luc-Picard doing a softshoe. My friends told me it was a close round.
The winning video was, of course, KENDRA LEVIN, Scholastic Inc. Excellence Award Recipient, with Car Stuck Girls, a site for those harboring an obscure (I think) fetish for women whose automobiles get stuck in mud and snow, and who always “just happen” to be wearing cut-out bodysuits and stillettos!, despite the fact that they are four-wheeling in the Mojave Desert. Classic line: “Oh! My Versace Boot! What a shame.” May be my next tattoo, in Lucinda handwriting script, from shoulderblade to shoulderblade.
Personal favorite of the weekend was Michael Bell-Smith, who killed not just with his videos (click NASA Robot & Ballerina & BOUNDARY CHAOS), but also intrigued with his short “Chapters 1-12 of Trapped in the Closet Synced and Played Simultaneously” which morphs the R KELLY’S MIND into one jumbled offering of genius plate. TALK ABOUT BOUND’RY CHAOS