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August 15, 2018 · Cinematics

The Streets Didn’t Ask for This

The Streets Didn’t Ask for This

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that […]

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Ancient Grief in a Modern Gym

Ancient Grief in a Modern Gym

So here’s the thing about these images: they’re documentation masquerading as art, or maybe art pretending to be documentation, that beautiful, fucked-up place where nobody’s quite sure what they’re looking at anymore. Rush Rehm’s doing Euripides like it still matters, like these 2,400-year-old words about women destroyed by war and men destroyed by their own […]

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She Bomb / Science Exchange: Now I Am Become Disruption – Death of a Dry Cleaner

She Bomb / Science Exchange: Now I Am Become Disruption – Death of a Dry Cleaner

We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita; Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and, to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, […]

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She Made Beauty All Round Her or The Getting Dirty Is the Point

She made beauty all round her. When she trod on mud, the mud was beautiful; when she ran in the rain, the rain was silver. When she picked up a toad – she had the strangest and, I thought, unchanciest love for all manner of brutes – the toad became beautiful.C.S. Lewis,Β Till We Have Faces […]

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She Made Beauty All Round Her or The Getting Dirty Is the Point
a park, a policeman and a pretty girl

a park, a policeman and a pretty girl

All I need to make a comedy is a park, a policeman and a pretty girl. Charlie Chaplin Bodies moving in a public park at whatever-the-fuck-o’clock on a Tuesday is a beautiful fuck you to the entire premise of art as commodity. You’ve got these dancers, trained Alonzo King LINES Ballet dancers, the kind who’ve […]

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June 17, 2018 · Collusion

Bodies Against Brutalism: Notes from the Wave Organ

Bodies Against Brutalism: Notes from the Wave Organ

The thing about photographing dance is that I’m not actually photographing the dance at all. I’m photographing the spaces between moments, the electrical current that runs from one impossible position to the next, the split-second where a human body tells me something about physics and grace and mortality that I can’t articulate any other way. […]

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haunted in the city I love

haunted in the city I love

I have been both a ghost and haunted in the city I love. Rebecca Solnit The fog comes in off the Pacific like it owns the place. Because it does. And somewhere in Sea Cliff, where the money lives quiet and the views cost more than most people make in a lifetime, there are ballet […]

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