What the Fuck Are We Even Doing Here? Performance photography and critical writing: we’re both chasing the same fucking unicorn. Trying to tell you what went down in that room when the air got thick, when something cracked open and spilled out onto the floor, when you could feel it in your teeth. Except we’re […]
Continue Reading →What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. Jack Kerouac, On the Road The thing about Thanksgiving is that […]
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WANDERLUST: Bolinas sunset… This raggedy edge of the continent, where the Mesa drops into the Pacific like God’s own ashtray has the kind of beautiful decay that makes you understand why people become insufferable about places. The light here doesn’t apologize. It just bleeds out across tide pools and driftwood and the barnacled pier pilings, […]
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‘Change life! ‘Change society!’ These precepts mean nothing without the production of an appropriate space. Henri Lefebvre So here’s the thing about fairy tales performed at dusk in an amphitheater: someone decided that the only way to properly fuck with Grimm and Perrault was to drag their corpses outside, shake the dust off those cautionary […]
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Étant la plus saisissante manifestation de l’art des constructions métalliques par lesquelles nos ingénieurs se sont illustrés en Europe, elle est une des formes les plus frappantes de notre génie national moderne. Gustave Eiffel Here I am with this gorgeous Leica M2 I scored at some outdoor market in Marseille, and I’m pointing it at […]
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I documented Aleta Hayes and The Chocolate Heads‘ Space Launch thing at McMurtry, and it’s exactly the kind of beautiful, ridiculous, necessary chaos that makes you remember why live art matters. They’re building these chocolate head sculptures like some kind of collective ritual… tactile, ephemeral, with that Warhol meets launch pad energy where high concept […]
Continue Reading →But surfing always had this horizon, this fear line, that made it different from other things, certainly from other sports I knew. You could do it with friends, but when the waves got big, or you got into trouble, there never seemed to be anyone around. William Finnegan, Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life Look at that […]
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