600 thread count ghost costume by Partners & Spade, my favorite little gallery for random discoveries on Great Jones Street.
Trophies celebrating the worst of soccer, such as the ignoble dive. Designed by 
There are only a few hours left of All Hallow's Eve (at least in New York). What shocks me weren't the costumes I saw tonight, but the fact that October is over and November is already upon us. On that unrelated note, here are some entries of mine you may have missed at Sundance Channel's SUNfiltered blog.
- Impressive working Nikon SLR camera costume.
- Nomlicious breakfasts from 50 countries.
- Visit random corners of the world with Globe Genie on Google Maps.
- Little Big Details: esoteric site focused on the small details of UI.
- Vintage missed connections.
From the SFMOMA collection is this spooky photo taken by Richard Misrach in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina.
Happy Halloween, boys and girls. And just remember: There are two kinds of people in this world. People that don't like candy corn because it's disgusting. And the insane.
My landlord would be PISSED if I did this. But ohhh it's alright for you to do it because you're an 'artist.'
A hilarious segment on paintings, some by masters such as Vermeer, depicting frisky lads getting to second base.
Clever and only 
After The Great Pumpkin didn't appear for yet another Halloween, Charlie Brown tells a disappointed Linus "Well, don't take it too hard, Linus. I've done a lot of stupid things in my life, too."
Today I realized...Charlie Brown is a total dick.
In his office at home Haruki Murakami has the above "photo of himself looking miserable while finishing his fastest marathon ever (1991, New York City, 3:31:27)."
Wim Wenders, Lake Galilee before Sunrise, 2000
I want, nay, NEED this photograph. Currently at auction at Phillips de Pury with an estimate of £10,000-15,000.
Ate well this past weekend. More photos 
Unwind from your Monday with these tidbits I shared over at Sundance Channel's SUNfiltered. Some will amuse, others astound, and one that made one of you ask me if watching it would either give you nightmares or pee your pants. I can neither confirm nor deny.
- Archive of classic video game title screens in all its gifness.
- 12,235 tin soldiers.
- Wim Delvoye’s X-rated, X-rayed stained glass.
- Must watch short film with a wild ending that only M. Night Shyamalan dreams of coming up with now.
- Personalized scary movie generated by your Facebook account that may give you nightmares or pee your pants.
It's not for everyone's aesthetic, but I think this special edition wood-body Sigma is absolutely gorgeous. If you need to ask, you can't afford it.
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Vanity Fair asks Chef Mario Batali to take some phone photos of personal meals. Hey Batali: DON'T QUIT YOUR DAY JOB.
Perfect for any artist who wants to stretch their legs doing a metaphorical triple McTwist on this half pipe by Dutch artist 
The Internet is wondering if this injured Libyan rebel musician is the same one that was spotted in this earlier photograph.
In case you missed it, here is a recap of some of my posts for Sundance Channel's SUNfiltered. If you don't read them, I'm going to put you in a headlock like the Human Centipede wrestlers above.
- Patrick Krzyzanowski’s hilarious professional wrestling paintings.
- Vinyl mash-ups cut and paste from other albums.
- 50 no-handed bicycling moves. The "MGM Lion" is my fave. ROAR.
- Some of the coolest collages I've ever seen.
- Photographer visits North Korea with a Polaroid. Some North Koreans had never before seen a photo of themselves.
- If you think you can dance better than these bros, then step up.
- Remember VHS cassettes? No? Here are 200 of them.
- Design your own $100 bill. No, not you. We mean, designers who actually know what they're doing.
- Ai Weiwei. Activist. Artist. Expert Jumper.
And if you already read SUNfiltered, then thank you a thousand times. And let me know in the comments over there. It's a very easy way to get a free Pork Slap Pale Ale from me.
On that note, goodnight room. Goodnight moon. Good night cow jumping over the moon. Goodnight New York Jets playing on Monday Night Football although I wish you lost by eighty-three points. Goodnight cars entering the Lincoln Tunnel. Goodnight Central Park horse drawn carriages loudly making your way to your stables. Good night exhibitionist in the apartment across from me. Good night readers.
I've actually been meaning to jump on my soap box here or on Twitter and express a mini rant about the new sitcom "2 Broke Girls," but the latest issue of New York Magazine and its Approval Matrix beat me to the punch. I circled in red above, which reflected exactly my outrage about the show, which is: Really? A show about hip people in Brooklyn in the 21st Century and you're still going with the accented neutered Asian guy? The Magazine similarly wrote:
2 Broke Girls has an "Asian guy who can't pronounce his R's" character in 2011. Did Herman Cain write this show?
I would hope the show's writers and some of the executives, many who are of my generation (I know, I'm getting old), wouldn't need to rely on such cheap ignorant tropes for laughs. I'm really disappointed in them. It seems we can never escape the ghost of Long Duk Dong.