My new digital addiction is Dots. Here's a screen cap above. Isn't it pretty? I'm not much of a gamer, but this thing I love. It's on the iPad and my phone, and whenever I have a few minutes I dive into a few games. Mr. A and I of course have a healthy competition going. The aim is simple -- connect as many like-coloured dots as you can in 60 seconds. That's it. People wiat in lines overnight for the latest version of Halo or the newest console. Me, I'll take Dots anyday. No guns, no blood, no rape, no killing. Just connect the pretty dots. I particularly like that it's like an interactive Damien Hirst painting.
Here's a real-deal Hirst from the ELLE Decor site but by the watermark, once published in Metropolitan Home (RIP). Killer artwork. Designers of this space are Regan Bice and Andrew Fischer. I love those Danish chairs, and the styling of the dining table (a trick I use often too). The rest? Meh, looks a little cold and uninviting to me.
One can create one's own Dots masterpiece thanks to these Blik Sweet 16 wall decals. These have been around for a while and I dig them a lot.
Here's the man himself and his dotty Vipp trash can. This limited edition was created for the opening of Oslo's Astrup Fearnly Museet in Sept. 2012. They sold for the equivalent to $590 Canadian. Sheesh, that's some trash bin. But I will say this -- have never seen a trash bin that made me smile so much. Maybe that's worth close to $600.
But this Damien Hirst Spotted Mini is the pièce de résistance. This little number was on display at the opening of the exhibit "Piston Head: Artists Engage the Automobile" at Art Basel Miami. I. Would. Die. to own this. Or even just take it for a spin. Although, if I owned a car like this I think I would feel quite a bit of pressure to come up with an outfit that would work with it every day. Not match it, just go with it. Have I mentioned before my belief in the fact that the world is rightly ordered when one's clothing suits one's vehicle? No? Well, I'm freaky that way. Let's just say that since I started driving my black Jetta I've been wearing my long black trench coat a lot more ;-) I feel very secret agenty and I may or may not have experimented with a Franka Potente accent exclaiming "Scheiße!" to people who cut me off. Come to think of it, Franka may be German like my Jetta but she drove a Mini in The Bourne Identity...so there you go. And also, please note that this isn't a Mini Cooper...it's a vintage Austin Mini...boom!