June 7, 2013 · The City
When William Pereira drew this thing up in 1969, San Francisco lost its mind. Too tall. Too weird. Too much. Which is exactly what great art does, it pisses off everyone who thought they had the world figured out. The pyramid slouched toward completion in ’72, all brutal concrete and aluminum skin, a monument to […]
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June 3, 2013 · FalseArt
I’ve been to enough funerals where people lie, where they smooth over the rough parts and make the departed into saints, but when Fo stood up to talk about Franca Rame, he didn’t do that comfortable, sanitized thing. He told the TRUTH, which is the only real act of love there is, and the whole […]
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June 3, 2013 · Absolute Solipsism
So here I am, suspended in that particular brand of urban purgatory, the Mission District waiting game, watching my reflection fracture across safety glass like some cheapshit Gerhard Richter that nobody commissioned. The car window becomes a frame, becomes a proscenium, becomes the fourth wall I’m simultaneously behind and in front of, performer and audience […]
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June 2, 2013 · Industries
Institutional death rituals: make no mistake, that’s what this was, a four-day wake for a building that would come back Botoxed and unrecognizable, they reveal everything about what we pretend culture is versus what it actually fucking is. But there is something almost pornographic about watching an institution mourn its own temporary absence, you know? […]
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June 1, 2013 · Individualism
There’s something about catching a human being in a moment of pure, unself-conscious grace that makes you realize how much of our lives we spend performing the wrong goddamn play. Ava’s sitting there beneath all that steel and majesty, and the bridge doesn’t give a shit about her and she doesn’t give a shit about […]
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May 30, 2013 · Industries
Ann Carlson The Symphonic Body in Bing Concert Hall The Symphonic Body is a performance made entirely from gestures. It is a movement based orchestral work performed by people from across the Stanford University campus. Instead of instruments, individuals in this orchestra perform gestural portraits based on the motions of their workday. These portraits are […]
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May 27, 2013 · Collusion
I don’t know what the fuck happened in that room, but I know something happened. This is the thing nobody tells you about live performance, about actual live performance, not the kind where everyone’s mentally composing their Instagram caption while politely golf clapping: it’s supposed to be theft. Grand fucking larceny. That’s the whole beautiful, […]
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