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West Coast March for Gaza

I am shooting a ballet rehearsal at LINES. Beautiful people doing beautiful things. It’s all very controlled, very precise. Art with a capital A. Then I walk outside. City Hall steps are packed. West Coast March for Gaza. Thousands of people, and they’re pissed. Not the polite, NPR-liberal kind of protest. This is urgent. Raw. […]

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West Coast March for Gaza
Chocolate Heads: Gardening after Dark

Chocolate Heads: Gardening after Dark

Here’s the thing about Aleta Hayes and those Stanford Facilities Operations workers that nobody wants to say out loud because it makes the PhD crowd uncomfortable as hell: these guys with their hands in the dirt, their backs bent over root systems and drainage patterns, thirty to fifty feet up in the goddamn canopy where […]

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November 19, 2023 · FalseArt

The Statue That Refused to Stay Still: Lee Miller and Cocteau’s Beautiful Lie

The Statue That Refused to Stay Still: Lee Miller and Cocteau’s Beautiful Lie

The Blood of a Poet is the kind of beautiful, pretentious mindfuck that makes you want to simultaneously punch a wall and weep into your bourbon at 3 AM. Cocteau made this thing in 1930, and it’s still got that raw, narcotic pull, like stumbling into someone else’s nightmare at the exact moment it gets […]

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Sankai Juku Master Class

Sankai Juku Master Class

You walk into Roble Gym expecting, I don’t know, something mystical maybe. Incense. Robes. The kind of earnest California spirituality that makes you want to jump off a bridge. What you get instead is bodies. Real bodies, doing impossible things with physics. These dancers move like they’re negotiating a peace treaty with the floor, every […]

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Better a Tree Than This: Why Daphne Had the Right Idea

Better a Tree Than This: Why Daphne Had the Right Idea

Strauss’s Daphne directed and designed by Romeo CastellucciΒ  Castellucci knows what you know but pretend to forget… that pastoral is a lie… always was. Those sunlit meadows and nymphs dancing? Bullshit. The world’s a wasteland and nature’s not your mother, she’s indifferent, she’s cold, she’ll bury you under six feet of snow and not think […]

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Beach Signs

Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.Haruki Murakami,Β Kafka on the Shore You know what’s fucked up? Here’s this sign. Had a […]

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Beach Signs
Point Lobos

Point Lobos

I’m not a religious man, but if I believed in grace, it would look something like this. Point Lobos on any given day. The same rocks, the same crashing Pacific that Edward Weston stared at through his 8×10, that Ansel Adams turned into icons of American landscape photography, that Imogen Cunningham explored with her singular […]

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