Friday 30 April 2010
ORBIT
I found this really interesting video by Dan Hanna showing 17 years worth of taking 2 photos a day of Dan Hanna's head as it rotates in sync with the Earth around the Sun. It's a preliminary version of a lifetime project.
I MIGHT BE GOING CRAZY
Spent ages lookin at time lapse videos like this (highly recommend muting)...
whilst listening to this on repeat..
and making silver foil boards to print.
Thursday 29 April 2010
Wednesday 28 April 2010
NEW ROMANTIC
I love Laura Marling and the way her voice can change from being strong and bold to fragile and delicate.
Cross your fingers, my favourite song by Marling.
Tuesday 27 April 2010
VHS
Monday 26 April 2010
PERFECT BUKOWSKI
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, and the fountain is in France where you wrote me that last letter and I answered and never heard from you again. You used to write insane poems about ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you knew famous artists and most of them were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’ all right, go ahead, enter their lives, I’ not jealous because we’ never met. We got close once in New Orleans, one half block, but never met, nevertouched. So you went with the famous and wrote about the famous, and, of course, what you found out is that the famous are worried about their fame – not the beautiful young girl in bed with them, who gives them that, and then awakens in the morning to write upper case poems about ANGELS AND GOD. We know God is dead, they’ told us, but listening to you I wasn’ sure. Maybe it was the upper case. You were one of the best female poets and I told the publishers, editors, “ her, print her, she’ mad but she’magic. There’ no lie in her fire.” I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn’ happen. Your letters got sadder. Your lovers betrayed you. Kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. It didn’ help. You said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never heard again. A friend wrote me of your suicide 3 or 4 months after it happened. If I had met you I would probably have been unfair to you or you to me. It was best like this.
I FEEL SO ILL I COULD BE DYING
I just learnt how twin decks and dance halls came about, pretty interesting for day time tv.
Sunday 25 April 2010
Saturday 24 April 2010
Monday 19 April 2010
Sunday 18 April 2010
ERDEM
WONDERLAND
Saturday 17 April 2010
Friday 16 April 2010
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