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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May 15, 2013 · FalseArt
You hear something like this and you remember that all our clever bullshit about mortality is just that, bullshit. Because here’s the obscene truth: they DID have their whole lives ahead of them. They had seven months, which turned out to be the whole lives they were going to get together. That’s the con. The […]
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May 12, 2013 · Absolute Solipsism
I’m standing on Ava’s boat with this fisheye screwed onto my camera and I know, I fucking know, this is the only lens that tells the truth about what it feels like to be alive on the water at sunrise instead of entombed in some office pretending my life means something. The fisheye doesn’t lie […]
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May 10, 2013 · Adventure
If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea… Antoine de Saint Exupery There’s something almost obscene about seeing a boat out of water, like catching your grandmother naked or finding out […]
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April 24, 2013 · The City
Here’s this billboard in Hunters Point advertising postcards. “Pick up US Postcards. available 24/7. 101 Hall by PT. Office.” Not even proper grammar, just this broken commercial poetry. Postcards… that weird artifact of tourism and displacement, that thing you send to prove you were somewhere else, somewhere better, somewhere worth documenting. “Wish you were here”, […]
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April 16, 2013 · Collusion
Most of this is complete bullshit. Not because the artists are frauds, though some are, but because they’re trying. They’re performing performing. They’ve got this idea in their heads about what transgressive looks like, what experimental sounds like, what matters, and they’re executing that idea with all the spontaneity of a tax return. And then […]
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April 3, 2013 · Speculation
Looking at this rehearsal documentation, what strikes me is how Astrid understands that authenticity isn’t some precious thing you excavate from your soul like a goddamn archaeological dig. It’s messier than that. It’s the collision between what you’re trying to say and the violence of actually saying it. Her piece traffics in that space between […]
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