antonio, the great, fall, 2008.
nervosa cringe, fall, 2008.
The above images are brilliant because they spell out something that smells like love. A constant exchange of energy and support from people who like me even though I'm usually an annoying and demanding dick.
Outside of my apartment, in Lakewood Colorado of all places, theLab recognizes art that eschewed galleries. Ironic, no?
Poetry and polaroids aligning with the pulse of the city and creation.
I think that Jung would be intrigued by Hannah Weiner's project that involved waiting to meet the only other Hannah Weiner in the phonebook. The other HW was a psychotherapist and never showed up. In 1972, Hannah, the poet went to Bellevue. She turned the words she saw on people's foreheads into poetry.
All night jazz session at the Cy Laurie Club, Great Windmill Street, 31st March 1956
The above image from the Soho Archives, currently displayed at The Photographers' Gallery, appeals to me because it documents a dynamic time and place...I've never been to London in the mid-20th...
Nor have I visited Pakistan in 2008...
A Pakistani woman gestures next to a burning effigy of Dutch lawmaker Geert Wilders during a protest against a recent Dutch film that portrays Islam as a ticking time bomb aimed at the West in Karachi, Pakistan, Sunday, March 30, 2008
Clearly, this image, its contained spirit that raises fists against racism and oppression, contains Benjamin's notion of the aura.
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