i like this song “girls come in all shapes and sizes.” i dont even get whatever that’s supposed to mean. we’re all women, we’re all human. that’s the important part. our varying shapes and fatty bits and skinny bits and long and short bits and lengths and sizes aren’t what girls are(elizaveta porodina)madi ju and winnogrand
Archive for January, 2011
yo, terry richardson, i think you are one of the least imaginative photographers these days. it’s a matter of taste, i know, and although you have a recognizable style (props) i find it sickeningly redundant. i get it, sex sells. is that all? last night i watched happenstance with audrey tautou. it was one of those enjoyable subtly-mind-blowing movies about how every little action/reaction determines 100s of interactions and relationships in the world: “You see, every detail, every gesture, as slight as it may be, reveals an infinity of truths and thus has an endless repercussion and grandiose effects.” (beth town, my closest fwend) sexiest music alive: . nastya tailakova. and goodnight! i’ve seen so much modern chinese photography the last two weeks you can ask me any question about it and i’ll give you my opinion: migrant workers, consumerism, and the blinding speed in which modernization is expanding throughout the country.
to buenos aires: one week. empanadas, 90 degrees, boca juniors vs. river plate, and everything else i still have to learn. rosie and i heard this rwandan band on kspc and instantly loved it. in other news, egypt has shut down the internet so i’m unfortunately predicting a violent coup soonthomas prior) are you familiar with ozu’s tokyo story? i watched it last night with my dad. so aesthetic and balanced and framed and a photographer’s dream; the film is easy on the eyes. photo by yang yan kang
ive just had the most amazing time in sf! sunny clear skies on the coast with the glowing red golden gate bridge! tall pines and oaky trees towering over us at the golden gate park. scrunchly nosed dogs at delores park and the smell of burritos on mission st! dimsum picnics, farmers market at the ferry building and crusty tartine sandwiches. barking sea lions and watching seinfeld. used bookstores, the muni N, and bay windows, houses painted acorn squash, lemon, teal and cotton candy.could be brooklyn, but it was in ciscofrisco finished ‘let the great world spin’. wonderful read-1970s nyc, intertwined lives and complex characters. a book with symbolism. just ordered patti smith’s book ‘just kids’ and jonathan franzen’s ‘freedom’ on amazon. both of which i’ve heard are fantastic
had a really great drive up to the central coast with my dad. we stood on top of this huge sand dune and looked at the ocean beneath us, half a mile below, and morro rock. we drove through green rolling hills that looked like they belonged to an advertisement for milk in switzerland. and even, driving down the 1, we saw two shirtless surfers run across the two-lane freeway, surfboards in arm! yes, california, yes. san louis obispo, you treated us well. and all those creeks and lakes the pacific horizon, i love you all. the whole trip was fantastic. ate great crab cakes, figs, red wine, fresh avocados and tiger prawn.(conrad roset). ok so my continual search for inspiring photography came to a startling halt tonight when browsing through artists’ websites and blogs i felt a pang of extreme disappointment. so much portraiture these days is EXACTLY THE SAME. very slim girl, very long hair, very much naked, and in very much the same soft and pale window light draping across her spine or shoulders or nipples or whatever. if not in black and white in a room, in a field with an obtrusive sun glare. but they all look the same! can’t anyone come up with something new to capture a presence and feeling. does everyone really feel that plain and desolate and with monotoned glazed eyes? tell me otherwise, please. there is something more to the human body and there is something more inside and hopefully i can get a step closer to finding it (in my own work, and in others’). (valeria lazavera) so long suckers!(john pual jespersen) combines images from the hubble aircraft and his own landscape shots.
life philosophy! so i went to the pomona art walk and it was super awesome. we saw really neat graffiti art and i saw this great rapper spit verse and then my jewish bespectacled berkeley friend did some free stylin too. everyone was supportive and appreciative and even those men in the back with the big white shirts, those symbols tattooed on their cheeks, black ink shining, their heads bobbed too. and then a filipino guy did some breakdancing right in the middle of the party dance floor! his limbs bounced off the floor, spinning and jumping and swirling. it was all so much to take in, but i loved it! and there were all these countercultures surrounding us: 20s revival, rockabilly, the hipstershits, the spikey punks with tight-bulging jeans and the saggy dickeys shorts men too. all in coexistent harmony. i love when these people crawl out of the depths“my happiness and satisfaction with life is a non-negotiable requirement”(mary ellen mark). oh and i was reading this article about girl talk and how he’s so intense! he had to get a special padded table made because when he’s performing he thrashes around and dances so much that his knees would bleed and he’d break his feet from jumping up and down and hitting stuff! also, he has to wrap up his laptop in cellophane and bubble wrap because he sweats so much all over it
“Dear God, let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be happy; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry…have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well-dressed. Let me be sincere- be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”-from a book i haven’t even read: a tree grows in brooklyn.now for my newly discovered joseph szabo beach/youth/kissing obsession