Holy shit, Todd Rundgren’s official website and the ensuing absurdity of the explosive flash montage that is deliberately way too fucking long is the best thing I’ve ever been assaulted with on the internet. Somehow related in my own head, an elegant and sinuous reading of the color black by Paul Le Farge in Cabinet, [...]
I never imagined ground gristle and nitrites piped into intestinal casing could so felicitously embody the Plutonic ideal, and yet there it is. Formally, these are gorgeous. Unfortch, if formalism cuts it for you, then you’re either a sociopath or Clem Greenburg reanimated. Probably both.
I just uploaded a bunch of my older polaroids to the flickr, so if you like that stuff, take a look. They are mostly just snapshots, but fun nonetheless. Of interest to any Worcester! And if you hadn’t heard, the impossible project has begun. Digital will never touch you in the way you want it [...]
Over at the Stairwell Gallery, there is a photo show called On the Grid by some friends of mine, Adam Ryder and Brian Rosa, on view until February 5th. The show is really exceptional. Brian and Adam each have very beautiful ways of seeing, revealing the ordinary beauty of isolated landscapes which exist in the [...]
After revising a review I did of Elena Dorfman’s photography exhibit Still Lovers, I was thinking again about Cindy Sherman, whom I adore and have written extensively on. Much of the work over her career has employed various mannequins and disemboweled dollies as subjects, which, as you might have guessed, is basically my ideal aesthetic. [...]
Stefan Sagmeister, second only in my mind to Tibor Kalman, has a new book out. Also, when I went to his website, I saw this!!!!! An entire section devoted to ANSWERS FOR STUDENTS. Thanks for being a pal, Stefan. In a recent Nerve interview, Stefan talks about why using sex in design is a super [...]
I don’t buy fashion magazines. Ever. Somehow, I was signed up for a free year-long subscription to Nylon Magazine against my will, and it only served to remind me once again how cheap, exploitative, and useless they really are. When Conde Naste has to make a big, self-congratulatory goddamn deal out of actually daring to [...]
Formalism is dead, isn’t it? Mostly? Yes? I mean, as an autonomous lens of criticism? Nochlin? Can you hear me? Anyway, here are some contemporary lady artists I have come across lately, and believe in thoroughly.
Pine for Pine (an awesome semi-coherent blog by an obviously kingly dude from the Philippines) has a brief post about an artist who etches phrases onto the blades of knives. After poking around a little, I was able to find the whole series, and I sort of love them: I can basically only read these [...]