Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Much unlike me, I have been drinking too much lately. Not too long ago I had to feign deadly illness and stay at home from work - for the first time evah - due to alcohol consumption.
I've also been to Denmark, but there's a whole post about that which will happen later.
Must get grip. Life is serious.
Allegedly.
I've also been to Denmark, but there's a whole post about that which will happen later.
Must get grip. Life is serious.
Allegedly.
Monday, August 22, 2005
New Franz Ferdinand?
Not sure, but optimistic.
Someone compared the new single/video to Blur circa Country House, which is not a bad comparison at all. Kooky intellectual boys running around winding up the (art) establishment. All sarky bastards.
Given that I detest Blur circa Country House this does not bode well, but thankfully there's more brains and cheek and less wanky smugness to FF, so I am mostly pleased. Now bring on the album.
Not sure, but optimistic.
Someone compared the new single/video to Blur circa Country House, which is not a bad comparison at all. Kooky intellectual boys running around winding up the (art) establishment. All sarky bastards.
Given that I detest Blur circa Country House this does not bode well, but thankfully there's more brains and cheek and less wanky smugness to FF, so I am mostly pleased. Now bring on the album.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
Time has passed;
Marina Warner is a tumbling wave of hair and kind eyes and thoughts running a hundred miles a minute. In what was basically an advertisement for reading she managed to make people sit up and listen for 80 minutes straight.
Work kills me; I have nothing and everything to do, surrounded by people whom I can only describe as losers.
Yes, a bit harsh, but they are. Muppets. Friggin' all of them.
I am looking for an MA couse that does what I want it to as opposed to me finding one I can accept. Seems that this could become a problem.
I have cut most of my hair off. There's a reversed Samson & Delilah metaphor in there somewhere, but I'll have to get back to that another time. I'm blogging from work which is otherwise usually a no-no, and must go.
More later.
Marina Warner is a tumbling wave of hair and kind eyes and thoughts running a hundred miles a minute. In what was basically an advertisement for reading she managed to make people sit up and listen for 80 minutes straight.
Work kills me; I have nothing and everything to do, surrounded by people whom I can only describe as losers.
Yes, a bit harsh, but they are. Muppets. Friggin' all of them.
I am looking for an MA couse that does what I want it to as opposed to me finding one I can accept. Seems that this could become a problem.
I have cut most of my hair off. There's a reversed Samson & Delilah metaphor in there somewhere, but I'll have to get back to that another time. I'm blogging from work which is otherwise usually a no-no, and must go.
More later.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
The Frida Kahlo show at the Tate is huge; both in size and in scope. It, as it is eager to point out, concentrates on the painting, not on the celebrity-love bestowed, not on the character in a film, not even on the monobrow.
The rooms divide her life into sensible, separate areas; still-life, self-portrait, benefactors etc.
Her story is easily understood - a hard upbringing cursed by disease and life-threatening, life-altering traffic accident makes her whom she became, it coloured the way she lived and the way she died. This is probably why so many people like Frida's work - it is instantly understandable, instantly gripping, we can all imagine the gruelling pain which makes the beauty of paintings even more impressive and the horror of the painting even more heart-wrenching.
Interesting, though, is Germaine Greer's comment in Tate Etc. that Kahlo was 'the first ever true performance artist', and that 'the performance lasted all her life long'.
Greer claims that everything the spectator, the public gets to see is carefully decided by Kahlo, a phenomenon the norm these days. Frida wears Mexican folk costumes. Frida braids her hair or lets it hang loose according to mood. Frida creates the myth of Frida without revealing anything of what really goes on behind the facade.
And why shouldn't she? It still does not change the fact that her paintings are beautiful, harrowing pictures of womanhood or rather fridahood that stays with you for a long time after leaving the gallery.
(And then I went to Borough Market which is the coolest kick-ass market around. And then I went home and made teas and watched the three and something hours of A Personal Journey with Martin Scorsese Through American Movies. And then I was almost happy.)
In other news:
Walter Salles does Jackie K. Yes. I guess that would be an obvious choice. Exciting.
Finally: I'll be moving to another site shortly. The days of the sheep are numbered. I'll keep you posted. Baah.
The rooms divide her life into sensible, separate areas; still-life, self-portrait, benefactors etc.
Her story is easily understood - a hard upbringing cursed by disease and life-threatening, life-altering traffic accident makes her whom she became, it coloured the way she lived and the way she died. This is probably why so many people like Frida's work - it is instantly understandable, instantly gripping, we can all imagine the gruelling pain which makes the beauty of paintings even more impressive and the horror of the painting even more heart-wrenching.
Interesting, though, is Germaine Greer's comment in Tate Etc. that Kahlo was 'the first ever true performance artist', and that 'the performance lasted all her life long'.
Greer claims that everything the spectator, the public gets to see is carefully decided by Kahlo, a phenomenon the norm these days. Frida wears Mexican folk costumes. Frida braids her hair or lets it hang loose according to mood. Frida creates the myth of Frida without revealing anything of what really goes on behind the facade.
And why shouldn't she? It still does not change the fact that her paintings are beautiful, harrowing pictures of womanhood or rather fridahood that stays with you for a long time after leaving the gallery.
(And then I went to Borough Market which is the coolest kick-ass market around. And then I went home and made teas and watched the three and something hours of A Personal Journey with Martin Scorsese Through American Movies. And then I was almost happy.)
In other news:
Walter Salles does Jackie K. Yes. I guess that would be an obvious choice. Exciting.
Finally: I'll be moving to another site shortly. The days of the sheep are numbered. I'll keep you posted. Baah.
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