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Jesse Burke Beeramid II :: Rob Pruitt & Walter Early Sculpture for Teenage Boys (Miller Pyramid, 13 high)
Cyprien Gaillard did one with cases of beer, too: The Rediscovery of Discovery, 2011.
My family Le1F in his sexiest video yet (altho am I pnoid if I can’t stop thinking about bacteria while watching this?). Lotta fam in here—Ian Isiah, Junglepussy, Rahel, Lex doing some naked shit with a loofah, Hima doing his “hey I’m in a video” cheesing, and my boyfriend, the only dude who didn’t take off his shirt (hair, bacteria).
THA VIDEO KING
The idea of what some call a real “DJ’s DJ” is here put to shame by Vancouver Island’s top head - TRANSIENT - going in for an hour and a half on a seriously fly dip…
I can confidently report very high levels of user satisfaction.
But he was wrong. Before these tools became widespread, photographers were indeed very much like painters, in both form and function. The camera itself evolved from the camera obscura, literally a “darkened room,” in which one or two people would stand, and record the scene before them, tracing it on wallpaper. Later film-based large format cameras required easel-like tripods and stationary perspectives. Insensitive emulsions required exposure times of many minutes. There was very little difference between a photographer in the field and a painter sketching in the field. As materials improved, and costs reduced, photographers quickly usurped painterly subjects and methods, from formal portraiture to landscapes to still-life, and, having thus freed the painters from the burden of commercial utility, cleared the path for the flowering of the 20th-century modern art movements, from Cubism to Abstract Expressionism to Performance Art.
So the Decisive Moment itself was merely a form of performance art that the limits of technology forced photographers to engage in. One photographer. One lens. One camera. One angle. One moment. Once you miss it, it is gone forever. Future generations will lament all the decisive moments we lost to these limitations, just as we lament the absence of photographs from pre-photographic eras. But these limitations (the missed moments) were never central to what makes photography an art (the curation of time,) and as the evolution of technology created them, so too is it on the verge of liberating us from them.
The Decisive Moment is dead. Long live the Constant Moment.
—On the Constant Moment, Clayton Cubitt
(Source: claytoncubitt.com, via emergentdigitalpractices)
I’ve got two weddings to attend this summer and my only suit is a pretty heavy grey flannel, so I’m thinking about picking up a summer suit. I doubt that J. Crew’s Ludlow is worth the retail price, but I am kind of dazzled by all the colour and fabric options.
“Essentially, the ‘freedom’ which the majority of the population of the overdeveloped nations seeks to protect from ‘collectivisim’ and the ‘totalitarian’ threat, is the freedom to create a private niche protecting one’s personal life against all pressures and external obligations. This niche may be represented by family life, a home of one’s own, a back garden, a do-it-yourself workshop, a boat, a country cottage, a collection of antiques, music, gastronomy, sport, love etc. Its importance varies inversely with the degree of job satisfaction and in direct proportion with the intensity of social pressures. It represents a a sphere of sovereignty wrested (or to be wrested) from a world governed by the principles of productivity, aggression, competition, hierarchical discipline etc. Capitalism owes its political stability to the fact that, in return for the dispossession and growing constraints experienced at work, individuals enjoy the possibility of building an apparently growing sphere of individual autonomy outside of work.”—Andre Gorz - Farewell to the Working Class
Want to a read a pretty fucking intense book that positions itself against dialectical materialism, is a kind of pseudo Sartre-ian (yet anti-humanist-Hegelian?) post-Marxist tome about how utterly unsaveable the means of production are? Why, just read Andre Gorz!
tanacetum-vulgare asked: You think I could get funding for that???
Well, I think somebody could get funding for that, because it’s a pretty good idea, but it would probably have to be somebody with artistic credentials. The city might also not like it as a public art piece (litter, boozing, lower-class signifiers) but it sounds totally like a legitimate concept. It sounds like something Liz Magor would make (she’d meticulously handcraft replicas of the beer cans).
thingsfittingperfectlyintothings:
20 beer cans + ceiling
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I has an idea for an art installation once, where I’d glue a bunch of wizard staffs in varying lengths around the new fancy False Creek “Olympic Village” rocks and islands in Vancouver during the Olympics, but I never did it.
Still a good idea that you could probably get funding for.
Manuel Delanda performs an amazing trick in this video. Not only does he untangle the threads of Deleuze’s thinking and profoundly connects it to complexity science but also makes a profound case for the role of philosophy as a synthetic discipline that can overcome the disciplinary barriers within science. Highly recommended.
I have a soft spot for Manuel, especially now that I’ve heard he has an accent. Also for his snide polemical remarks like “I don’t care what people say, idealism is inherently conservative” (but his swipe at Derrida sounds super amateur). Also cuz he talks about cool science things like genetics, computer science, and cool art/architecture things, and other things I don’t understand but wanna.
I have a soft spot for this guy because he has a BFA but no graduate degrees at all, and he’s a better scholar than many people who have PhD’s.
Wait, really?! Oh my goodness, my love for this guy just leaped by tons and tons. I had no idea about that.
I got to see Delanda speak at the MOCCA in Toronto a couple years ago and he was delightful. It was pretty similar to this.
The Shilohs at Killarney Estates. One of the best bands in Vancouver.
get a load of these sweet dudes
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