Urban Cave Art
We love 37signals, and when we recently discovered a blog post of theirs extolling the new “Modern Cave Drawings” they had “put on their walls” — welp, we were mesmerized by their notion of “Urban Cave Art.”
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How the 92nd Street Y Betrayed Steve Martin
Comedian Steve Martin tells jokes. He acts funny in movies. He also writes books. He plays the banjo. He’s an art collector. All of those facets make up the diamond of the man — but not in the stern glare from the 92nd Street Y in New York City. The 92nd Street Y wanted Steve Martin to be one thing, and one thing only: Funny.
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The Curious Art of Caleb Larsen
I cannot figure out what to do with the artwork of Caleb Larsen. We have seen the mutilating world of scarification. We have swallowed hard the brutal images brought to us through the Event Horizon art display. But what to do with this — the kind of art work which doesn’t so much challenge your ideas or push your imagination so much as make you wonder why it is in a museum in the first place. Let us first look at the work titled “The Day The Internet Told Us We Would Die.” The entire work consists of printouts of two dates — the date that a web site calculated that the artist would die, and the date that the site calculated that his wife would die. Two pieces of paper with printed death dates from a death date web site.
Camille Paglia Scolds Lady Gaga's Nattering Vagina
Let there be no doubt: Camille Paglia hates Lady Gaga — and she says so, quite clearly — in a relentless, unbending, 3,200-word, flaying published in The Sunday Times. The article is behind a paywall. I ponied up the $2.00USD access fee for one day access to the website. I was surprised to read not a single kind word was shed in Stefani’s favor:
There are blurred borderlines between the sexes: gender is now alleged to be fabricated rather than biological; so everything is a pose. Thus Gaga welcomed the rumour about her being intersex and converted it into a fashion statement. Casual “hooking up” blends friends and lovers, with sex becoming merely an excuse for filial hugging…. Hence Gaga gratuitously natters on about her vagina. In the sprawling anarchy of the web, the borderline between fact and fiction has melted away.
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The Chicago Eye is Watching You
Chicago has an eye on you. Literally. Take a gander at the gigantic Chi-Town orb sitting outside the John Marshall Law School. Do we really want to touch the bloody bits and share lunch under the shadow of a massive, disembodied, peeper?
Tat Baby
Jason Clay Lewis sent me an email yesterday announcing the newest bouncing bundle to his family: Tat Baby!
The Ansel Adams Con Job
When a team of “experts” manage to get something wrong — especially when that team decides that they have decisively come to the only correct conclusion possible — it confounds us and makes us wonder how we can ever trust people that call themselves experts.
Mario Tama: Coming Back
Mario Tama is a photographer for Getty Images. He recorded the immediate effect and the ongoing aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Mario knows what the rest of us have conveniently forgotten: New Orleans is still fallow and fragile as it tries to weight up, once again, from its soaking ashes.
The Collective Nothing: Postmodernism in the Modern Era
The Postmodernist Art movement honors the — Collective Nothing — because the genre doesn’t want to be tied to anything specific, verifiable, or humanly truthful. The most famous Postmodernist art example in our lifetime is the disgusting “glass pyramid” addition to the Louvre Museum in Paris.
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The Uninvited Camera as Art
Last weekend, my mother held a reception in honor of my having gotten married. A little before the reception actually started, a good friend of my mother took what seemed like a thousand pictures of my wife and me with various other people who were there: My parents, my stepparents, my second cousin, and of course just the two of us — in countless configurations. Everything was posed as he told us where to stand and where to look and, in some cases, what to do with our arms. In contrast, the Tate Modern is now featuring an exhibit called Exposed, which is entirely filled with photographs that were taken without the subjects being aware of it at the time.
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