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War In 94 (Tango Remix) - Badman
AMERICANSUBURB X: THEORY - "Introduction to William Eggleston's Guide" →
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Or, I’m too lazy to log into del.icio.us and tag.
“
If you want to change your photographs, you need to change cameras. Changing cameras means that your photographs will change. A really good camera has something I suppose you might describe as its own distinctive aura.
– Nobuyoshi Araki
” —Camera Shock | japan exposuresJOGGING is my fave new tumblr.
Interview W/ Maciek Pozoga
You deleted (or hid) everything you did on the internet, how come?
I redirected my portfolio site and my blog to a single, new, site (Jogging) because the new site combines both of the old sites’ functions.
A blog is a place to show all the new pictures of triangles you Google image searched and what posts on VVORK you like, with the implicit function of being a constant source of material updated regularly.
An eponymous art portfolio website is a cemetery for old work to be appreciated forever.
There are 10 projects or 4 photo series on the site on average.
This means there’s either an Acceptable Number of Projects on A Portfolio Website for an artist (pointless restriction based on the assumed attention span of the viewer) or the artist is curating their own work- either way you’re picking andchoosing who the internet “you” is.
A couple years ago when I became a Photographer-hater, I realized that you can’t possibly explain the world through a single tool.
I feel that way now in regard to The Art Project, that 10 projects can’t explain everything or anything either.
All you can do is have a constant engagement with art, trying to find meaning.
On Jogging, we, the creators, are the art and artists.
We also think choosing any specific persona is boring.
Being a Lifestyle Photographer is as bad as a Gender Identity Performance Artist is as bad as being a Minimalist.
We do like lifestyle photography, gender identity performance art and minimalism, though.
Everything we do is about trying to achieve the greatest amount of relevant multiplicity possible (with a disdain for craftsmanship).
This isn’t the result of some kind of rule we’ve made for ourselves (i.e. Note to self: make 1 sculpture, 2 installations and 3 videos by the end of the day).
It’s what we think happens when people are honest with themselves and acknowledge a variety of interests and intents instead of going down the pigeonholed self-curation route I described earlier.
It’s worth mentioning that interesting people make boring work and most every artist doesn’t want to limit themselves, on a surface level.
Fear and laziness are two big contributors for the youngins, as well as careerism for the old-timers.
We want many influences, mediums, intents, aesthetics, etc.
Our resistance to prescribe to a specific Type of Art naturally makes craft a useless idea.
The mastery of a physical labor seems silly if we won’t even commit to a single thought process.
Creating this way makes assessing/accessing our work on the whole difficult.
There’s no fitting “grading rubric” for everything at once because the intent of the art is multiple.
So, you can either assess every single work individually, or, you can assess us, ourselves, as the work.You decided to go for a Tumblr (not a website, Blogspot) which might be at the moment the biggest amount of meaningless, incoherent, overwhellming collection of found images. Why Tumblr ?
People feel the only impetus necessary for re-blogging something is their own taste.
It’s not necessary to have a theme to your Tumblr because you’re collecting from every other themed blog you can find.
This odd collection of images, stories, links, videos, objects becomes “you”.
The themes are not original, but the multiplicity of content displays a unique taste specific to the creator.
It’s a “fitting metaphor” for us artistically.
We believe in our subjectivity.
We believe in (our) originality.
We didn’t invent the t-shirt but no one can go shopping like us.Jogging is at this blurred boundary between “art and life”, where and how does art and life connect in this project ?
We acknowledge art is life and life is art and life is a performance and performance is art so life is art, bla bla.
All that- we know, we believe.
I don’t doubt someone on the toilet in Idaho right now is just as much Art as me casting Christmas lights in Jell-o, under the definition I have for art.
The point of art is not to create art out of thin air but to find what is meaningful out of everything in the world.
If everything is art, the only thing artists do is draw attention to what is more relevant to being alive than everything else.
We acknowledge we can’t put every single thought on Jogging, that there must be time to live and enjoy life unstudied (for us and the viewers).
So we offer up summations of what we consider major political and formal themes through sculptures, videos, photos, performances and everything else.
We aren’t curating moments out of life, we are trying to give valuable summaries/parodies to life and art’s problems, themes, and anomalies.
Maybe you can find the answer to your problems in a self help book, or maybe you can see an answer in a video of me maxing out on my sick bench press.What’s the difference between an artist and a curator?
Art-making is finding what is meaningful out of everything.
Curating is selecting and dismissing things with a purpose.
Art school has taught me playing definition games with roles doesn’t do much but give everyone else in the world a starting point to disagree with what you said.Since now you seem to have some kind of a daily production/update, how important is that? Is the daily publication/interaction with people an important point for your work? Daily production also goes with intuitive, bad, “quick” productions, how important is the plasticity of your work?
Making art daily and making a lot of it are extensions of the idea I described before where-
a.) We think Thee Divine Holiness of Thyne Art Project is silly
b.) We believe what makes us ourselves (aesthetic taste, psychology, digested information, history, humor) is actually the art so we need to show that we possess those things we claim to be the art source and the art itself.
To us, making art should be easy.
People who spend years making hand crafted screen prints out of rare dyes from the mountains of the Himalayas need you to believe art needs to take a lot of labor and be meditated on for years because that’s the only way they know how to do things so, obviously, that’s The Way.
I don’t know how long it should take to make a piece, but I know when I’m looking at the final product I don’t care how many millions of dollars or millions of hours of labor it took.
I also don’t think that everything made intuitively displays misunderstood genius, or honesty, or whatever other stupid descriptors are commonly fixed to Intuitive Artists.
The objects on Jogging are made, photographed and discarded or recycled.
The pictures of those objects are like still-born babies’ tombstones.
Saving some things and not others is like what I talked about before, questioning why 10 projects and not all.
I suppose we could save everything, but that would be messy and pointless when you can just throw the objects away and move on to something else or create new things out of the old.
The objects are just extensions of us, so as long as we’re here the objects don’t have to be.
“The release reads “Aquilini Investments have given notice to Richard’s on Richards to vacate the premises on July 21, 2009. The building will be demolished late July.” In its place, Aquilini will construct a new condominium development.”
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Richard’s on Richards to close next month (via towerofsleep) (via vanmega)
It’s a double bummer for the Japandroids guys. I think they set-up their August show there, specifically because they wanted to play it before it got torn down.
Also, I will not miss their shithead security staff.
(via blownspeakers)
“Also, I will not miss their shithead security staff.”
FUCK. Don’t get me started. So many shows spent in a cranky mood because of them.
Fave: Bag-check at Pretty Girls Make Graves show, guy in front of me had a marker confiscated….
“You can’t bring your camera in here”
“I’m shooting the opening band and reviewing the show”
“You still can’t bring your camera in here”
(go get Travis who played gtr in opening band to vouch for me)
“You can’t bring your camera in, I don’t care”
(Travis gets Dani who was PUTTING ON THE DAMN SHOW)
“No, you’re not bringing your camera in here, not allowed”
etc etc etc
I got my camera in finally and got some great shots. Plus PGMG forced an encore and gave Richards shit for starting show late and double-booking club for a crappy DJ night.
Play
(314): Puking blue powerade in mcdonalds parking lot to the applause of the guy taking out the trash with man in the mirror blasting in the background. Good morning stl
I (kinda/don’t) miss these days.
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Thursday July 9th
OSAKA UNAGIDANI - Sunsui
w/ Acid Mothers Temple & The Melting Paraiso U.F.O.
Friday July 10th
NAGOYA - Tokuzo
w/ Acid Mothers Temple & The Melting Paraiso U.F.O.
Gonna go see ACID MOTHERS TEMPLE! Oh, and Kinski.
“The release reads “Aquilini Investments have given notice to Richard’s on Richards to vacate the premises on July 21, 2009. The building will be demolished late July.” In its place, Aquilini will construct a new condominium development.”
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Richard’s on Richards to close next month | Straight.com (via warfordium)
Man, I really picked a good time to get out of here. This blows. I thought they had til 2010. Not that Richard’s is that awesome, but where else are we going to go? We can’t have every show at the Biltmore. I hear the Rickshaw is cool?
(via towerofsleep)
Aw, drag. The inevitable’s inevitableness does its thing.
Pitchfork: Michael Jackson, R.I.P. →
pitchfork.com
I have actively avoided linking to anything about this, or even mentioning it in public, but I really love what Mark Richardson wrote here. It is very eloquent, insightful, and above all else, humane. Way to go, Mark.
Wow, that is really good. I’ve always liked Mark Richardson (not to be confused with Vancouver’s Mark Richardson) as a writer, and he really came through on this one.
Well done. Incredibly so.
Now, I must bump this. You can’t fuck with it. Fer serious.
Michael Jackson
In 1977, Elvis died. It was an anticlimatic moment, and an anticlimactic death. Long past his prime, and even past a comeback that failed to cohere into some sort of second-act respectability, his death left many things unresolved, a fact attested to by all the posthumous sightings. What was unresolved isn’t exactly clear: there were secrets yet to come out, true, a drug habit that could’ve been kicked, all right, and an embrace of schmaltz that could be rejected. But all seem like unlikely outcomes. It was just an unexpected place to cut off the arc, like someone realized they’d run out of ideas five years back and couldn’t think of anywhere else to take it. Elvis was written into a corner. But he died just when the changes he’d wrought were, according to popular legend anyway, at their moribund peak. 1977 was the year that dinosaur rock was theoretically killed by punk, the supposed “year zero.” Taste killed him, maybe, thinking if it cut out the living embodiment of lazy, bloated, self-satisfied rock the body would die off, too.
Which is basically the situation we have here with MJ. This is an unsatisfying resolution: there was no successful comeback, no redemption, no elder statesman period, not even a blaze of glory to go out on, just a middle-aged heart attack. But at the same time, we are in some sort of end times of all he represents. The world of celebrity journalism and gossip seems to have hit rock bottom, self-sustaining on a steady diet of nothing, running on the fumes of a system totally contained within their walls and unconnected with any sort of exterior fame. Megafame itself is mostly dead, a few old stars aside. Maybe this is a kind of year zero, too. Maybe something else will come along. Maybe it’s politics. God help us all.
As of right now, the best eulogy I’ve read.
Agreed. My first instinct was to blog “Don’t Stop til You Get Enough” since Off the Wall far outshines Thriller in my opinion, but somesongsconsidered and I’m sure a good chunk of the blogosphere had already beat me to it. I got home from work and after a whole day of it playing out ad nauseum on Talk 1410….just as I had expected, every 3rd post on the tumblr dashboard was MJ.
Fair enough.The above eulogy points out was what I was thinking- this is like Elvis, especially since MJ had become more of a monster -of his, the media’s and most importantly and this should not be overlooked- his abusive father’s making. “Wacko Jacko”, tabloid fodder though he was- I couldn’t help but feel a little bit sorry for him. Not fully sympathetic for him (errr——creepy sleepovers with kids in his Peter Pan compound…? Macauly, would you like to weigh in?) but for what he had become:
Isolated, Howard-Hughes-like with a fucked-up face, a surgical mask not to protect from germs but to hide a deformed nose that needed surgery after surgery, and in massive debt and a lifetime of odd choices, courtroom appearaces, baby-dangling, John Merrick’s remains, Priscilla Presley, getting mooned by Jarvis Cocker (ok ok, that was kinda awesome)etc etc etc etc ——and until today apparently frail and full of meds and going to prep for a 10-date tour that turned into a full-on world conquering comeback, with Lou “The Incredible Hulk” Ferrigino as his personal trainer….no wonder his ticker gave out.
If anything, I’m sure he’s fuckin’ relieved.
It’s telling that TMZ was the first to break it on the radio station, and CNN was the last to confirm two hours later and inbetween, a shitstorm of up-to-the-second hype exacerbated by twitter.
I’m too lazy to dig up the mp3, but I would post “Leave Me Alone”, his semi-satiric middle finger to sensationalist media in his honour.
