New York Minknit Knit/craft Weekend

I kind of felt bad saying this show sucked, but it did. First, three digressions.

1. At first, I was going to apologize for writing digression no. 2 (below), because I was thinking it sounded kind of pretensious and obnoxiously-pinkies-out-ish. But then I realized that I don’t think it is pretensious to care about art and literature. To quote from this funny hipster makeover article I just read, from TimeOut New York, “I resent being labeled a hipster. Just because I don’t dress like a preppy douche bag or listen to the pop garbage that pervades the airwaves? C’mon. Anyone with even an ounce of good taste can appreciate those choices.” Since I have notoriously bad taste in music, and I like to dress like a preppy douche on a regular basis, I don’t think the specifics of this sentiment apply to me, but the feeling does. I don’t think learning about art, literature, history, or other stuff makes you a pretensious snob, it makes you interesting.

That being said, another quote from this article (really funny, you should click through to it) also rings a bell, “Normally, I’m something of a book snob. I prefer reading—translated, of course—authors like Jean Genet or Hermann Broch to Dan Brown and David Baldacci. So it was with some trepidation that I entered Borders and purchased a Star Wars novel and a copy of Maxim. Reading these gems on the L train was humiliating. I wear my cultural trappings as a badge of pride, and apparently, I also like to impress people whose opinions I claim not to care about.” I am proud (perhaps obnoxiously so) of my attempts to learn about The Culture, so I will concede a bit of prentensiousness. Moving on to digression no. 2.

(1a. As this article proves, no hipster considers himself a hipster, and thus, no one should be offended by my description of the Renegade Craft Fair as being filled with “twee products and nerdy hipsters” since that would require self-identification as a hipster. Also? Nerdy hipster boys: cute. Twee products are also ridiculously cute.)

2. Sometimes I see something (something artsy, that is) that I don’t think is particularly great and in fact, kind of boring, but then I keep thinking back to it and realize that actually, it was good, because it had such an amazing hold on me. Examples include the movies Les Enfants du Paradis, The Saddest Music in the World, and the Golem, and these Francis Bacon paintings I once saw. The knitting show does not fall into this category.

3. There’s been a lot of drama around the knit blogging world about being mean (see Yarn Harlot, Knitting Curmudgeon, and January One, for various takes on this). Part of it, I think, is at least a little gender related. Women, for the most part, have been taught to get along, and there’s both a veneration and condemnation of Heathers-like behavior. Reading about the blog drama reminded me of this really great book, Civilities and Civil Rights. When is something an issue of civility and when is something an issue of civil rights? Does saying mean things about another blogger create a Hostile Blogging Environment? When is trying to silence or shame another blogger into silence an issue of taking away their rights? Should the Ku Klux Klan be allowed free speech? And so on and so forth. Discuss amongst yourself.

I introduce this digression to say that I felt a little bad about saying the knitting show sucked, but, hey it did.

All right, my many digressions aside, don’t you want another photo? Here ya go!

New York Minknit Knit/craft Weekend

This was a piece that Adam and I both particularly disliked. To quote from Adam’s flickr caption: “It was supposed to represent the grid of Midtown Manhattan, but it just seemed like the artist pulled that BS explanation from where the sun don’t shine.

I told Claire [New York Minknit] that the piece and its accompanying artist’s statement reminded me of a really bad college paper that you know is bullshit and poorly reasoned but that you have to turn in because, hey, at least some credit is better than none.”

Overall I think the show really failed. If it was aiming to be a craft show, there no sense of great craft–nothing that really inspired me or made me gasp at the technique. As an art show, it did even worse. Some of the best art shows I’ve seen have created an immediate reaction of awe–Richard Serra’s sculptures (haven’t seen the NY MoMA show yet, sadly–though here are some photos of a knitter at a Serra sculpture in SF) or Pipilotti Rist’s video installations; challenged me to think, like the Kara Walker show last year at the Met; or hell, were just beautiful, like that Amish quilt show I saw in fifth grade. That Robert Moses show, though not an art show, was informative, interesting, and thought-provoking. That, at the least, is what a curator should strive for.

To say in the intro (first photo above) that the works are “commentaries on the traditional and stereotyped roles associated with the techniques and the practioners” is fine and dandy, but when you do it with something so facile as knitting a dress out of cut-up dollar bills, or having custom blankets made out of historical knitting photos, you have progressed into the realm of dumb.* I know that not just grandmothers knit–what does that really say about the role of women today? Or handicraft today? This was a question that, in my opinion, was not successfully answered by most of the art works, even though the plaques offered bs-y interpretations to claim that a wedding dress made of coffee filters represented the disposable nature of fashion. (The best piece was probably one that involved knitters reknitting corporate logos and sending them to Nike and other corporate HQs to protest sweatshop conditions, but there were only videos–no actual pieces–on display. It seemed a little protest-gimmicky to me, but I think it was the most successful at answering the questions about what knitting means today.) To go along with Adam’s commentary above, the bs-y explanations remind me of the time in high school when I almost told my class that when Paul Laurence Dunbar wrote “WE wear the mask that grins and lies,/ It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,” he meant butt cheeks. Fortunately for my English class, I realized this was a stupid comment and did not share it, though not before Sarah guessed what I was going to say, and started laughing and couldn’t stop. (Though secretly, I still don’t think it’s that crazy of an interpretation. Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?)

This show did nothing to convince me about knitting as an art, versus a craft. Also, to sound totally cheap, this show cost $9! I know that art should no price, but when I am coughing up $9 a person to see something, it’s frustrating to feel that a show is a waste of my time and money, when I could have paid nothing to see, say, the awesome mummies at the Met.

* What, you say, about Tom Sachs? Is he dumb? I personally like Tom Sachs because I admire the level of craft and wit in his art, but perhaps my opinion of him has improved as his fame has grown.

Posted in Uncategorized at June 23rd, 2007.

The New York Minknit Knit/Craft Weekend

I have not been knitting very much at all, but I did see a bunch of knitting related stuff last weekend, so here is a post for you.

From left to right, top to bottom:

1. I go to Knit Away in Brooklyn to try and track down some Addi Lace needles. Success!

2. I attend the Renegade Craft Fair and huddle in the Traveling Rhinos booth while it rains.

3. The calm before the storm. Twee products and nerdy hipsters are everywhere!*

4. After a half-hour of hiding in the Traveling Rhinos booth, I decide to buy some yarn. I have more than enough yarn in my possesion, but sometimes, I feel a need to Buy! Buy! Buy!

5. It is pretty, no?

6. Traveling sock visits the Radical Lace and Subversive Knitting Show on the show’s last day.

7. Craft Kills. But actually this show kills, mainly because it sucks.**

8. One of the better pieces in the show–someone knitted shedded snake skin replicas.

9. Oh MoMA. I can see you lurking on the other side of the street, with your surely awesome Richard Serra show, whereas I decide to spend what remains of my disposable income by going to a crappy knitting show.

No links because I am tired. C’mon people–google.

(Maybe I’ll add links in the future when I am not so tired.)

* / ** The critic in me feels bad. I will expand “it sucks” in a later post. So that I am a thoughtful hater, not just a hater.

Posted in Uncategorized at June 19th, 2007.


I’m jumping on the new knitting bandwagon It’s like friendster for knitters, and it helps you organize your projects and stash. My handle is the same as the blog, newyorkminknit, so if you want to give me a shout-out there, please do so. I haven’t had time to really play with it, but I was amused by a flickr posting that said “How Can I Get Ready for Ravelry?”

I’m jumping off the knitting bandwagon of DeStash, even before I ever posted anything, because sadly, it is closing down. I’ve been getting a million emails today about former members trying to start a new version though. Though I wish the former DeStashers luck, it seems like the demand for DeStash could be filled with just a little tweaking at Ravelry…

Posted in the Business, Uncategorized at June 14th, 2007.

New Yarn

What might this yarn become? Ponder, my pretties, ponder…

Michele from Knitsane tagged me for the seven things about me meme. In the spirit of the Freakonomics column, I am going to list seven other possible hobbies I have contemplated adding to my life, besides knitting.

1. Violin playing I played the violin for a long time, yet manage to remain tone- and rhythm-challenged. But I enjoyed playing in an orchestra, even if I played during the rests. (Yes, I suck.)

2. Dancing. “You didn’t have the feet. I didn’t have the heart.” I didn’t have the feet. I wanted to be a ballerina, but after a couple of years of training at the ballet school I was told I didn’t have enough turnout. I make up for it by watching every cheesy dance movie ever, including Center Stage. Everyone who has ever seen this movie quotes that line.

3. Civil War Fanaticism. Sometimes I feel a slight tinge of the Civil War fever, especially last year, when I was doing a lot of Lincoln research at work. Pros: Never run out of things to obsess about. Cons: Fears of becoming the only non-Southern, asian, female reenactor. (Also. Might have to play a slave.)

4. Coin-operated machines. I love coin-operated machines. All of them. Old ones. New ones. Even those that dispense the weird sandwiches. I think that my love of coin-operated machines is actually a subset of a greater love…

5. Cheesy vacation destinations. Corn palace, when will I ever get to visit thee?

6. Printing. I took an intaglio class in college and it was awesome. Cons: Lack of printing press at home. Pros: I could qualify to join the counterfeiting department at the CIA! (wait, maybe that’s a con. I’m not sure.)
Pro or con? You decide: I would have to say, “Hey, want to see my etchings?”
Adam actually has a letterpress at his apartment, so perhaps if I just invest in some acid and metal plates, this could become a reality. Or maybe buy a Gocco printer.

7. Gun shooting. At a range. Not just randomly. This one I keep meaning to do, but haven’t gotten around to, yet. Not hunting, I don’t think. But I’ve never been on a hunt, so I can’t really tell if I’m lured by the hunt or not.

I am not going to tag 7 people, but I am going to tag Sarah. She’s not a knitting blog, but she is my friend, and also the giver of the gift certificate that bought that lovely yarn above, and thus, is my victim for this meme.

Posted in Uncategorized at June 7th, 2007.

Traveling Project

Adam and I randomly went to the American Museum of Natural History twice–once last week and once this week. I like the older displays more than the newer flashy stuff. There really is a lot of fascinating stuff in there. Here’s some fiber-related stuff:

Native American Knitting Stuff

I do not feel the call of spinning, but if you do, those are drop spindles on the left, which have something to do with spinning, I think. The AMNH is a little vague on the plaques sometimes, so I’m not sure if those are knitting needles on the right, or just some random wood sticks.

Clearly, I grew up in a city, as I am more fascinated by this vitrine than I would be by actual upstate New York scenery.

If you can’t tell, Adam has been conned into being the official photographer for New York Minknit again. He really has a photographer’s eye, so I’ll keep taking my crappy pictures and trying to improve, and getting Adam to take more pictures in the meantime. I think this one above is particularly good. It has kind a weird alien quality that those Thomas Struth photos never have (on purpose, on Struth’s part, I suppose). (Though I don’t think Adam was thinking about Struth when he shot this, that’s just my pretensiousness rearing its head. In fact, I think he wanted me to move so he could shoot the whole vitrine without any spectators.)

You know, I realized while writing this blog, how many books I read as a kid that were set in New York. (Like my reference to the Baby-Sitter’s Club in this post.) In a weird way, all these books form a mental reference for me now that I live here. I just remembered, while writing this, about this book, The One Hundredth Thing About Caroline, which I read in grade school, set in the American Museum of Natural History. There were more too–I just remembered another one, The Telltale Summer of Tina C., by Lila Perl, which was good too.


Posted in Uncategorized at June 3rd, 2007.