November 14, 2012 · Industries
What gets me is how performance becomes the only honest medium for dealing with governmental dishonesty. You’re creating something live, ephemeral, something that by its very nature can’t be perfectly preserved or controlled, the exact opposite of Nixon’s paranoid recording compulsion. There’s something genuinely radical about taking the most documented presidency in history up to […]
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November 11, 2012 · Collusion
My photographs catch people mid-transformation, Yula Paluy suspended in whatever private negotiation she’s having with gravity and self. Tiffany Trenda projecting outward while the room pulls inward. What’s gorgeous and sad is knowing these salons are a kind of endangered ecosystem, people still willing to show up, sit down, shut up, and be there for […]
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October 22, 2012 · Wanderlust
Let us venerate the dog. The dog (what a funny creature!), has sweat on its tongue and a smile in its tail. Victor Hugo , The Man Who Laughs Victor Hugo nailed it over a century ago: the dog has its sweat on its tongue and its smile in its tail. And here’s Sharka, this […]
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October 16, 2012 · Wanderlust
Wanderlust on the road outside the town of Pescadero… Pescadero’s the kind of place that doesn’t exist anymore except that it does, a cosmic joke on the rest of California racing headlong into its own irrelevance. Two lane blacktop threading through artichoke fields and fog thick enough to drown in, past barns held together by […]
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October 13, 2012 · Collusion
These aren’t just photographs of bodies doing things in rooms, they’re evidence of something that mattered, at least for one night, in a living room that was never the same afterward. Kelly Rafferty, Michael Hunter, Derek Phillips, Niki Ulehla, Angrette McCloskey and Raegan Truax… these aren’t just names that matter to seventeen people in the […]
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October 12, 2012 · Industries
Let My People Go isn’t some polite meditation on mortality. This is Astrid Bas standing in a room and saying: here are two women who made extraordinary things and then they were gone. One chose to go. One had that choice ripped away from her in the most obscene way human beings have ever devised. Sarah […]
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October 5, 2012 · Individualism
I’ve spent time with supposed intellectuals, credential-clutching Ivy League types who couldn’t find their own ass with both hands and a roadmap, people so wrapped up in their own mythology they’ve forgotten what actual intelligence looks like when it’s staring them dead in the face with those dark, knowing eyes. And then there’s Sharka. This […]
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