November 19, 2013 · Collusion
Nothing, nothing, compares to watching people really lose their shit laughing. Not polite chuckling. I’m talking about that deep, uncontrollable, tears-streaming-down-your-face kind of laughter that makes you forget every goddamn thing that’s wrong with the world. There’s this moment, right? When someone’s guard drops completely. Their face contorts, their shoulders shake, and they make sounds […]
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November 10, 2013 · Collusion
The images themselves are gorgeous in that way that makes me suspicious. Too composed, too deliberate. This first shot with the bodies arranged like they’re performing an autopsy on performance itself. And that Gertrude Stein quote stuck at the bottom like a fortune cookie aphorism: “This is the lesson that history teaches: repetition.” Yeah, no […]
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November 5, 2013 · FalseArt
So here I am at Fort Mason, in some rehearsal studio that smells like last week’s ambition and tonight’s desperate grab at relevance. The Magic Theater closed Buried Child and somebody thought I needed cheerleaders. Fucking cheerleaders. And a tuba, or maybe they’re gogo dancers, at this point, who gives a shit? The distinction matters […]
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October 30, 2013 · FalseArt
Marina’s sitting there talking about Columbus and failure and presence, and here’s the thing that’ll piss off half the MFA programs in Brooklyn: she’s actually right, even when she’s being provocative as hell.This bit about Columbus, fuck yeah, it’s problematic, we all know the colonialism lecture by heart, but strip away the historical baggage for […]
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October 30, 2013 · Individualism
Gsell: What astonishes me, is that your way is so different from that of other sculptors. They prose the model. Instead of that, you wait till a model has instinctively or accidentally taken an Interesting pose, and thon you reproduce It. Instead of your giving orders to the model, the model gives orders to you. […]
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October 15, 2013 · FalseArt
Before Saul Bass showed up, movies started the way your grandfather’s funeral did, dignified, respectful, boring as hell. You sat there while names scrolled past like credits on a tax form, waiting for the actual movie to kick in, and that was supposed to be enough. That was the deal. Bass walked into that temple […]
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September 29, 2013 · The City
Small.. unnerving occurrences.. keep coming up one after the other: haphazard dumb accidents of freakish chance- the tiring tasks that are part of our routineΒ and the sundry other ever-recurring annoyancesβ all these inevitable small defeats and sorrows rub and pushΒ continually up against the moments the days the years until one almost wishes almost […]
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