May 28, 2012
Top, Chris Johanson, Sun Sun Sun, 2011, Acrylic and latex on paper,14 x 16 1/4 inches. Via. Bottom, photograph by Daniel Seung Lee, Vasquez Rocks, 2012. Via.
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Too much consistency is as bad for the mind as it is for the body. Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are the dead.
Aldous Huxley. Via.

Top, Chris Johanson, Sun Sun Sun, 2011, Acrylic and latex on paper,14 x 16 1/4 inches. Via. Bottom, photograph by Daniel Seung Lee, Vasquez Rocks, 2012. Via.

Too much consistency is as bad for the mind as it is for the body. Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are the dead.

Aldous Huxley. Via.

May 26, 2012
Found re-shots of Larry Clark, Pregnant Woman Shooting Up, 1971. Printed 1979 Original silver gelatin print, 12 5/8 x 8 3/8 inches.
One of the most haunting photographs of his I saw today at C/O Berlin. Like a degenerated Vermeer, if the man would have had a camera. The exhibition is on view until August 12th.
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I wasn’t in love with her. And she didn’t love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was.
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun, 1992. Via.

Found re-shots of Larry Clark, Pregnant Woman Shooting Up1971. Printed 1979 Original silver gelatin print, 12 5/8 x 8 3/8 inches.

One of the most haunting photographs of his I saw today at C/O Berlin. Like a degenerated Vermeer, if the man would have had a camera. The exhibition is on view until August 12th.

I wasn’t in love with her. And she didn’t love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun, 1992. Via.

May 23, 2012
Huguette Caland, Self Portrait I, 1973, Oil on canvas. Via.
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(…) when writers attempt to describe sex accurately, the scenes all tend to sound the same, no matter what the writers’ individual styles may be. I think most writers just want their sex scenes to be realistically sexy. My goal is to try to articulate what my characters wish to express during sex but can’t and to depict the way language is compromised by sex, as realistically as I can. The truth I’m talking about is the stuff that gets distorted and compromised every time you write something down or open your mouth to speak, ­because your priority when communicating isn’t to represent your thoughts or feelings exactly but to make sense, to appear sane and comprehensible and ­appealing. I like working within that impossibility.
(…)
I think it’s important to reiterate that my novels aren’t realist. They’re not selective transcriptions of the real world. They’re highly organized missives from my imagination. When there’s a real-world resemblance, it’s there to create an atmosphere of familiarity that’s helpful as a comfort zone in which I can introduce things that are difficult and unsuspected. The characters are the main entrance into the work because they’re shaped like humans and they’re lit more brightly than their surroundings. But they’re not real—they don’t feel or think or want anything. Everything in the books is half mine and half the reader’s, and the characters are just enunciations of my ideas. All of that is in the work, and I realize it’s very difficult to get people not to think of characters in novels as their text-based friends, but a lot of misunderstanding is eliminated if they don’t.
Dennis Cooper, interviewed by Ira Silverberg for Paris Review, Fall 2011.

Huguette Caland, Self Portrait I, 1973, Oil on canvas. Via.

(…) when writers attempt to describe sex accurately, the scenes all tend to sound the same, no matter what the writers’ individual styles may be. I think most writers just want their sex scenes to be realistically sexy. My goal is to try to articulate what my characters wish to express during sex but can’t and to depict the way language is compromised by sex, as realistically as I can. The truth I’m talking about is the stuff that gets distorted and compromised every time you write something down or open your mouth to speak, ­because your priority when communicating isn’t to represent your thoughts or feelings exactly but to make sense, to appear sane and comprehensible and ­appealing. I like working within that impossibility.

(…)

I think it’s important to reiterate that my novels aren’t realist. They’re not selective transcriptions of the real world. They’re highly organized missives from my imagination. When there’s a real-world resemblance, it’s there to create an atmosphere of familiarity that’s helpful as a comfort zone in which I can introduce things that are difficult and unsuspected. The characters are the main entrance into the work because they’re shaped like humans and they’re lit more brightly than their surroundings. But they’re not real—they don’t feel or think or want anything. Everything in the books is half mine and half the reader’s, and the characters are just enunciations of my ideas. All of that is in the work, and I realize it’s very difficult to get people not to think of characters in novels as their text-based friends, but a lot of misunderstanding is eliminated if they don’t.

Dennis Cooper, interviewed by Ira Silverberg for Paris Review, Fall 2011.

May 22, 2012
Left, photograph by Mustafa Sabbagh. Via. And more via his Tumblr. Right, photograph by Nobuyoshi Araki. Via.
More TV screens.
See also, Mustafa Sabbagh x Leonora Carrington.
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Sous ce masque un autre masque. Je n’en finirai pas de soulever tous ces visages.
Claude Cahun. Via.

Left, photograph by Mustafa SabbaghVia. And more via his Tumblr. Right, photograph by Nobuyoshi Araki. Via.

More TV screens.

See also, Mustafa Sabbagh x Leonora Carrington.

Sous ce masque un autre masque. Je n’en finirai pas de soulever tous ces visages.

Claude Cahun. Via.

May 19, 2012
Left, photograph by Emma Arvida Bystrom, from the series There Will Be Blood, for Vice Magazine, May 2012. Via. Right, scan of a page from the book Kodachrome, by Luigi Ghirri,  published by Punto e Virgola, 1978. Via. More spreads here.
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In Arab popular traditions, there’s a belief that if a manuscript were to be submerged in water and its ink were to dissolve, drinking the water would transform the knowledge contained in that manuscript into the body of the drinker and become part of the body’s system.
Anton Shammas, The Drowned Library. Via.

Left, photograph by Emma Arvida Bystrom, from the series There Will Be Blood, for Vice Magazine, May 2012. Via. Right, scan of a page from the book Kodachrome, by Luigi Ghirri,  published by Punto e Virgola, 1978. Via. More spreads here.

In Arab popular traditions, there’s a belief that if a manuscript were to be submerged in water and its ink were to dissolve, drinking the water would transform the knowledge contained in that manuscript into the body of the drinker and become part of the body’s system.

Anton Shammas, The Drowned Library. Via.

May 18, 2012
Photograph by Brea Souders, Untitled #7 - dream fragment, Marquis de Sade, from the series Islands & Streams.
See also, Kim Novak VS Catherine Deneuve.
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“How do you have the nerve to write some of the things you do?” I asked him. “Oh, it’s easy. I just pretend that I’m already dead.”
Michel Houellebecq, interviewed by Susannah Hunnewell for The Paris Review, 2010.

Photograph by Brea Souders, Untitled #7 - dream fragment, Marquis de Sade, from the series Islands & Streams.

See also, Kim Novak VS Catherine Deneuve.

“How do you have the nerve to write some of the things you do?” I asked him. “Oh, it’s easy. I just pretend that I’m already dead.”

Michel Houellebecq, interviewed by Susannah Hunnewell for The Paris Review, 2010.

May 13, 2012
Top, Wilhelm Sasnal, Kraków–Warszawa, 2006, oil on canvas, 55 x 70 cm. Via. More. Bottom, photograph by Marlies Plank, from the series Independent singles. Via.
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I think artists, painters, have various issues with memory. To be able to hang onto a perceptual instant and be able to reproduce it is astounding, and a probably rare condition. While you often work from direct observation, you’re developing your memory so you are not only using direct observations, but using perceptual and conceptual attitudes about what painting is. Representation must include memory as well as perceptual nuances. This back-and-forth is what enriches painting and makes it a kind of small miracle of adjusted responses.
Wayne Thiebaud interviewed by Rick Slater, for The Believer, April 2012. Via.

Top, Wilhelm Sasnal, Kraków–Warszawa, 2006, oil on canvas, 55 x 70 cm. Via. More. Bottom, photograph by Marlies Plank, from the series Independent singles. Via.

I think artists, painters, have various issues with memory. To be able to hang onto a perceptual instant and be able to reproduce it is astounding, and a probably rare condition. While you often work from direct observation, you’re developing your memory so you are not only using direct observations, but using perceptual and conceptual attitudes about what painting is. Representation must include memory as well as perceptual nuances. This back-and-forth is what enriches painting and makes it a kind of small miracle of adjusted responses.

Wayne Thiebaud interviewed by Rick Slater, for The Believer, April 2012. Via.

Top, photograph via NASA/JPL-Caltech, Martian Sunset, May 19, 2005 - around 6:07 in the evening of the Rover’s 489th Martian day. Via. More. Bottom, screen capture from Syntagma, by Valie Export, 1984, 16 mm film. Via.
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Surtout, ne pas laisser penser aux jeunes filles qu’elles pourraient avoir un jour l’outrecuidance de réaliser des films et de gravir les marches du Palais autrement qu’au bras d’un prince charmant.
Fanny Cottençon, Virginie Despentes and Coline Serreau, À Cannes, les femmes montrent leurs bobines, les hommes leurs films, open letter to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. More.

Top, photograph via NASA/JPL-Caltech, Martian Sunset, May 19, 2005 - around 6:07 in the evening of the Rover’s 489th Martian day. Via. More. Bottom, screen capture from Syntagma, by Valie Export, 1984, 16 mm film. Via.

Surtout, ne pas laisser penser aux jeunes filles qu’elles pourraient avoir un jour l’outrecuidance de réaliser des films et de gravir les marches du Palais autrement qu’au bras d’un prince charmant.

Fanny Cottençon, Virginie Despentes and Coline Serreau, À Cannes, les femmes montrent leurs bobines, les hommes leurs films, open letter to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. More.

April 30, 2012
Top three photographs by Zen Sekizawa, LA Riots / 20 Years, April 2012 [shot from her parents backyard when she was 17]. Via. More. Bottom, screen capture from Carmen, 1983, directed by Jean-Luc Godard. Via.
Sunday marked the 20th anniversary of the Los Angeles riots, when an all-white jury acquitted four police officers for the beating of black motorist Rodney King, sparking massive unrest in the downtown streets.
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From Sachs to Kristof to Invisible Children to TED, the fastest growth industry in the US is the White Savior Industrial Complex.
The white savior supports brutal policies in the morning, founds charities in the afternoon, and receives awards in the evening.
The banality of evil transmutes into the banality of sentimentality. The world is nothing but a problem to be solved by enthusiasm.
This world exists simply to satisfy the needs—including, importantly, the sentimental needs—of white people and Oprah.
The White Savior Industrial Complex is not about justice. It is about having a big emotional experience that validates privilege.
Feverish worry over that awful African warlord. But close to 1.5 million Iraqis died from an American war of choice. Worry about that.
I deeply respect American sentimentality, the way one respects a wounded hippo. You must keep an eye on it, for you know it is deadly.
Teju Cole, 2012, via his Twitter account. Via.

Top three photographs by Zen Sekizawa, LA Riots / 20 Years, April 2012 [shot from her parents backyard when she was 17]. Via. More. Bottom, screen capture from Carmen, 1983, directed by Jean-Luc Godard. Via.

Sunday marked the 20th anniversary of the Los Angeles riots, when an all-white jury acquitted four police officers for the beating of black motorist Rodney King, sparking massive unrest in the downtown streets.

From Sachs to Kristof to Invisible Children to TED, the fastest growth industry in the US is the White Savior Industrial Complex.

The white savior supports brutal policies in the morning, founds charities in the afternoon, and receives awards in the evening.

The banality of evil transmutes into the banality of sentimentality. The world is nothing but a problem to be solved by enthusiasm.

This world exists simply to satisfy the needs—including, importantly, the sentimental needs—of white people and Oprah.

The White Savior Industrial Complex is not about justice. It is about having a big emotional experience that validates privilege.

Feverish worry over that awful African warlord. But close to 1.5 million Iraqis died from an American war of choice. Worry about that.

I deeply respect American sentimentality, the way one respects a wounded hippo. You must keep an eye on it, for you know it is deadly.

Teju Cole, 2012, via his Twitter account. Via.

April 24, 2012
Top, Deborah Ligorio, The Submerged Town, 2008, 16mm film on DVD, 4’:36”. Via. Bottom, Kaye Donachie, That Daily The Night Falls, 2007, oil on canvas, 22 x 18 inches. Via.
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When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I daresay, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1890. Via.

Top, Deborah Ligorio, The Submerged Town, 2008, 16mm film on DVD, 4’:36”. Via. Bottom, Kaye Donachie, That Daily The Night Falls, 2007, oil on canvas, 22 x 18 inches. Via.

When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I daresay, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1890. Via.

April 16, 2012
Fette, Untitled (8), 2012. See also.
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It’s hostile in that you’re trying to make somebody see something the way you see it, trying to impose your idea, your picture. It’s hostile to try to wrench around someone else’s mind that way. Quite often you want to tell somebody your dream, your nightmare. Well, nobody wants to hear about someone else’s dream, good or bad; nobody wants to walk around with it. The writer is always tricking the reader into listening to the dream.
Joan Didion. Via.

Fette, Untitled (8), 2012. See also.

It’s hostile in that you’re trying to make somebody see something the way you see it, trying to impose your idea, your picture. It’s hostile to try to wrench around someone else’s mind that way. Quite often you want to tell somebody your dream, your nightmare. Well, nobody wants to hear about someone else’s dream, good or bad; nobody wants to walk around with it. The writer is always tricking the reader into listening to the dream.

Joan Didion. Via.

April 15, 2012
Top, screen capture from Permanent Vacation, 1980, directed by Jim Jarmusch. Watch. Inspired by these fine people. Bottom, photograph by Traci Matlock, Untitled, 2012. Via. More.
See also, more beds undone, Michael Snow x Maja Daniels.
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Le nu se porte très difficilement, c’est une technique de l’âme
Henri Michaux, Un Barbare en Asie, 1933. Via.

Top, screen capture from Permanent Vacation, 1980, directed by Jim Jarmusch. Watch. Inspired by these fine people. Bottom, photograph by Traci Matlock, Untitled, 2012. Via. More.

See also, more beds undone, Michael Snow x Maja Daniels.

Le nu se porte très difficilement, c’est une technique de l’âme

Henri Michaux, Un Barbare en Asie, 1933. Via.

March 31, 2012
Top, screen capture from Sanja Iveković, Personal Cuts, 1982, Video (black-and-white and color, sound), 3:35 min. Via. From the exhibition Sweet Violence at MoMA. Bottom, screen capture from Let Sleeping Corpses Lie [Non si deve profanare il sonno dei morti], 1974, directed by Jorge Grau. Via.
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6. Fantasies of murder: not enough:  to kill is to cut off from pain  but the killer goes on hurting
 Not enough. When I dream of meeting  the enemy, this is my dream:
 white acetylene  ripples from my body  effortlessly released  perfectly trained  on the true enemy
 raking his body down to the thread  of existence  burning away his lie  leaving him in a new  world; a changed  man
Adrienne Rich, excerpt from The Phenomenology of Anger, 1972. Via.

Top, screen capture from Sanja Iveković, Personal Cuts, 1982, Video (black-and-white and color, sound), 3:35 min. Via. From the exhibition Sweet Violence at MoMA. Bottom, screen capture from Let Sleeping Corpses Lie [Non si deve profanare il sonno dei morti], 1974, directed by Jorge Grau. Via.

6. Fantasies of murder: not enough:
to kill is to cut off from pain
but the killer goes on hurting


Not enough. When I dream of meeting
the enemy, this is my dream:


white acetylene
ripples from my body
effortlessly released
perfectly trained
on the true enemy


raking his body down to the thread
of existence
burning away his lie
leaving him in a new
world; a changed
man

Adrienne Rich, excerpt from The Phenomenology of Anger, 1972. Via.