Love isn’t glycerin, it’s nitroglycerin
Crikey, I’m on a roll. I thought this might be a punk album from 10 years ago but I ‘googled’ Crystal Stilts. It’s very recent and of course Pitchfork are all over it. Very lo-fi, very punk, very good.
I grew up with a very healthy dose of Bob Dylan so a little folk music doesn’t scare me shitless like it does some. So on discovering The Tallest Man on Earth, I didn’t run away covering my ears. I’m particularly fond of the track ‘The Gardner’. It’s melodic, it’s poignant, it’s clever.
I tried to retrace my steps but I’ve no idea how I discovered this. I was hunting around looking for something to listen to. Something to satisfy an audio (not audible) lust. Shallow Graves quenches… briefly.
Over a period of 3 months I stopped 150 strangers on the street and asked them what they were thinking about the second before I stopped them… then took a picture of them.
I enjoy discovering something interesting or beautiful in the seemingly prosaic. So it’s with great pleasure that I stumbled (via Matthew Buchanan) across the work of Philip Bloom. This video in particular. The South Bank is my favourite place in London and I’ve walked the route from Waterloo to the Tate Modern many times yet this beautifully observed video is full of images I feel ashamed to admit I’ve completely missed.
There’s more work on Philip’s site and it’s all beautifully observed. Great stuff.
The past is a grotesque animal and in its eyes you can see how completely wrong you can be.
I decided to try to find as many of the Mississippi riders as I could and make contemporary portraits to accompany these earlier photographs.
The mug-shot. Usually a photograph of a felons face made for police record. Or, in the case of the 1961 Mississippi Freedom Riders, a visceral account not of justice served but of a massive injustice.
By the photographer Eric Etheridge, this is an enlightening project about an important part of history, not be lost or forgotten, and testimony to the power of the individual to make a difference.
The book, Breach of Peace - Portraits of the 1961 Mississippi Freedom Riders , is available on Amazon here.
I’m not a big fan of jewellery but these mens bracelets from Oye Modern are a great idea. I’m guessing one made from a Leica Noctilux would be super expensive but I would definitely wear that.
AUDIENCE No.2 is the first single that is being released from the next/new AUTOLUX record, entitled: TRANSIT TRANSIT
I’m slightly excited!
I don’t like talking shop but look, I couldn’t care less for most of the utterly pointless features proposed for CSS3. Animations (super useful interface shit like wobble and bounce), transitions (fade everything on the page at least once you utter noob), gradients (oh, for fuck sake) and web fonts! (god help us)
Now take note. A proposal for CSS variables. This idea is so excellent that on it’s own it makes up for all the other petty proposals. This is something genuinely useful.
The presence of David Hyatt (Apple, Inc.) and an Apple Copyright on the document is also somewhat encouraging but if you can’t wait for the actual implementation you could start with Shaun Inman’s CSS Server-Side Pre-Processor implementation on which, it would appear, this proposal is based.
It all happened so quickly that I wasn’t exactly sure what I had got but something felt right.
A fascinating insight into the thinking behind the photography of Matt Stuart.
I will never ride in it… I don’t have a fear of dying in an elevator, or of the elevator losing control—I have a fear of being stuck with my mind.
A fascinating article in the New Yorker about Nicholas White who was trapped in an elevator for 41 hours. Read it here.
If you give me $1,626 I will go to the small Okinawan island called Iriomote and send you an envelope filled with star-sand (don’t worry, I’ve been there before, I know where to go). I will send it from there.
I’m loving the work of David Horvitz. If I had a spare $1,626 burning a hole in my pocket I’d spend it on star-sand for sure.
Photo { David Horvitz }
Anyone who draws attention to himself is almost certainly innocent. It’s ordinary people who do strange things.
“How might you tell you’re being followed? Don’t bother looking for men with turned-up collars, who peer round corners or keep tying their shoelaces. Real surveillants will never be seen doing anything odd.”
Interesting article from INTELLIGENT LIFE magazine, Spring 2008
Photo { Kapungo’s ’Footsteps on the Wall‘ }
“Things that are living in the pockets of your bag, jeans or jacket: travel and pay checks, old cigarette pack that just looks interesting, sugar lumps and all the stuff that has found home in your pockets. They are all the treasures our project is looking for! Our goal is not only bring all this objects into light but show the owner of them.”
Face your pockets! via the inspirational Monster Munch