Friday, 21 January 2011
i've been utterly distracted by 'freunde von freunden' for the past few days - sort of 'the selby'-esque (which i'm also prone to spending hours on, coveting other peoples' homes/ brooklyn rooftop gardens/ pets/ trampolines/ lives) but more understated, more focused on the creativity running like electricity in its subjects which also flows through the objects and spaces they create for themselves to live in.
at least that's what i'm choosing to believe is going on. most of the interviews are written in german.
the one i most want to live in is illustrator sarah illenberger's. it's so full of light and ease. i've become obsessed by this curtain for reasons i don't think have words:
but the rest of the shots are probably more comprehensibly lovely.
*i have also been drifting in space these past two months. i apologise; i'm trying to work out what i'm going to do with this, and with myself. bear with me, wouldja?
Monday, 15 November 2010
since google streetview launched, accidental images of absurd, beautiful and shocking moments have been immortalised by this roving, nine-eyed machine - and then, inevitably, isolated and forwarded around by internet memesters.
but for 9eyes curator and artist jon rafman, it's opened a pandora's box of questions about photography, privacy, art and basic humanity.
he's penned a much more articulate explanation of his project than i possibly could right now, so i heartily suggest heading thataway for a proper background.
it reminds me of that robert rauschenberg quote i love so much:
“I really feel sorry for people who think things like soap dishes or mirrors or Coke bottles are ugly, because they’re surrounded by things like that all day long, and it must make them miserable.”
beauty in the ordinary. wonder in the ugly. yes, please.
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
Friday, 15 October 2010
Monday, 20 September 2010
lock up your bookish daughters - DBC Pierre is reading at the ever wonderful book slam this month. if it's anything like the last time i saw him read there, expect a swarm of girls crawling over him like angry bees, fighting for the dubious privilege of buying his many whiskies, while DBC takes it like a premiership league footballer at a strip club. odd. but kind of hard not to be riveted.
listen to him on his best behaviour being interviewed by my brilliant (in all senses that word may be taken) friend martin makenzie-murrayhere.