March 31, 2005
Cheap shot reflecting years of subtle anti-catholic and anti-authoritarian bias, plus that feeding tube irony


Pope John Paul II attemps to talk from his studio window overlooking St.Peter's Square, at the Vatican, Wednesday, March 30, 2005. The pontiff looked out for about four minutes, blessed pilgrims in St. Peter's Square and tried to speak, but the words were not clear. The ailing pontiff raised his hand in blessing and made the sign of the cross as a Vatican official read greetings and prayers. (AP Photo/Pier Paolo Cito)

Posted by dbrown at 02:04 PM
March 30, 2005
Gibsonian toaster

The street finds its own uses for things.

Posted by dbrown at 09:08 PM
March 29, 2005
Hatful of Hollow

Any readers in northern England may want to head to Manchester Metropolitan University on April 8 to catch the first (?) academic conference on The Smiths, "Why Pamper Life's Complexities." "Among the themes addressed at the conference are: gender and sexuality, race and nationality, a sense of place, the imagination of class, aesthetics, fan cultures and musical innovation." Guardian story here.

Posted by dbrown at 10:25 AM
March 28, 2005
Repetition is a form of change


There are few things I find as conceptually perfect and aesthetically satisfying as rephotography, first practiced to notable effect by the Rephotographic Survey Project -- Mark Klett, Ellen Manchester, JoAnn Verburg, et al. -- beginning in 1977, and published in "Second View," 1990. Klett and company "owned the space" for at least a decade, and have published a followup, the faintly awkward (odd vs. even, I think) but still compelling Third View, and an accompanying full-featured website.

But they don't own the space anymore -- there has been a great flowering of rephotography, in books and on the web. There is, for example, Douglas Revere's New York Changing, a revisiting of Berenice Abbott's Changing New York; and Wisconsin Then and Now, featuring J. Shimon & J. Lindemann, among other photographers. In a stranger way and, now that I look at it slower, a more intense way, Nicholas Nixon's The Brown Sisters is a rephotographic project, too, 25 years on now; though with that logic some other typologies start to get lumped in, but let's just stick with Nixon for now, and don't miss those pictures. There are amateurs and near-amateurs on the hunt, too: "Steve and Carol" in Winston-Salem, and some uncredited folks in Boise.

What got me on this subject was the Atget Rephotographic Project, and the comparison of those (uncredited?) photographs to the work of Klett et al. It is the difference between Paris and the West, between Atget and O'Sullivan (et al.); it is the difference between two ideas of change.

And where it really led me was Rebecca Solnit's short essay on working with Klett et al.; as always, Solnit says it better than almost anyone else, and certainly me. "...the perception that nothing is happening usually means that the observer is moving faster than the observed;... One could think of the mind as akin to photographic paper. It takes time. It takes a long exposure, generally, for something to make an impression, which suggests that we who are so busy go around blank, unimpressed. Painters, photographers, fishers, and birdwatchers, among others, seem to have developed their pursuits in part as sidelong strategies to do nothing, to be in a place long enough to see it. ... as the world comes to resemble a factory more and more, every act of lingering, of deep engagement, of doing nothing, of neither producing nor consuming according to any marketable rate, is a metaphysical work slowdown."

Posted by dbrown at 10:28 PM
March 25, 2005
The Isotopes, too

Selected minor league baseball teams of the 20th century, culled from ballparkwatch.

Sheldon-Primghar Hyphens, 1903
Amsterdam-Gloversville-Johnstown Hyphens, 1903-1904
Springfield-Charlestown Hyphens, 1911
Paris Bourbons, 1922-1924
Connellsville Cokers, 1908-1909
Taunton Herrings, 1897-1899
Racine Malted Milks, 1909-1911, 1914
Waterloo Microbes, 1904-1906
Paris Parasites, 1905
Freeport Pretzels, 1905-1909, 1915
Fairmont Fairies, 1912
Lowell Hustlers, 1934
Springfield Reapers, 1908, 1911
Des Moines Midgets, 1902
Des Moines Undertakers, 1903
Des Moines Prohibitionists, 1904
Des Moines Underwriters, 1905
Salt Lake City Skyscrapers, 1911-1914
Canon City Swastikas, 1912
Raton Swastikas, 1912
Ilion Typewriters, 1904
Troy Washerwomen, 1899-1900
Salem Witches, 1888, 1926-1928
New Haven Profs, 1923-1930
Utica Pentups, 1899-1909
Zanesville Flood Sufferers, 1913

Posted by dbrown at 01:23 PM
March 24, 2005

My friend Lori wrote a piece in Salon today about her brother and his feeding tube; it is a good story, a brutal story, the same story but different.

Posted by dbrown at 02:34 PM
March 22, 2005
A prolonged, endless display of loss and love


RFK was killed on June 4, 1968; four days later, after his body had been flown to New York, a funeral train carried him from NYC to Washington. Paul Fusco, a Look photographer (working through Magnum?) hopped on the train and shot color photographs the whole way down, shooting the million+ people lining the right of way. A book of those pictures, RFK Funeral Train, came out in 2000. I had seen it then and thought it was incredible, was reminded of it last year watching the Reagan lying-in-state, and finally picked up a copy, only fifteen bucks on amazon. It is a document of the rarest of occurences; in Fusco's phrase, an "endless display of loss and love." Words can't really do it justice; each picture, in its ektachrome glory, tears another little bit of your heart.

A tight selection is online, though the colors are washed out and the pixelish nature of jepgs destroys things a bit; as are some bits of interview with Fusco.

Posted by dbrown at 10:09 PM
Seals in the Attic


Justine Cooper was the American Museum of Natural History's first artist in residence. One (the?) result of her time there is a series of photographs of the hidden corners of the museum and its storage spaces, and the collections therein. (Cooper and amnh curator Rob DeSalle speak on Thursday 3/31.) In grad-school speak, the "passage of the scientific object into the canon of western scientific order is presented as an architecture of desire and a measure of cultural, historical and scientific value." Pretty, pretty pictures.

Posted by dbrown at 02:38 PM
March 21, 2005

For at least a week, Amazon has been serving up some new features on individual book pages, including "First Sentence," which is fun and someone needs to explore that one more fully, in an API kinda way; and, more interestingly, "Statistically Improbable Phrases" (SIPs). Which lets you find other books with the same SIP (e.g., "aluminum trees"), or just let business-book jargon wash over you. Jargon Watch take note. Spam engines, too. And fans of concrete poetry.

performance oversupply, entrant firms, competing against nonconsumption, disruption diagram, breakup sex, swarm logic, turtle steps, emotional shrapnel, divine decadence, catalytic event, basic frailing, cool old dude, eight primary trigrams, kick out the jams, entertainment cartridges, annular fusion, say her momma, dawn drills, professional conversationalist, feral hamsters, absentminded beggar, matrimonial gift, base barreltone, tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom

Posted by dbrown at 04:19 PM
March 18, 2005
I lied: I want her to save me


I remember a second or third date a while ago, I can't remember how it came up, I said, "Think of a secret," and she did, and I thought of one, too. And I said, will you tell me? She said, no, and I said no, too. It was funny, bringing the secret all the way almost to the surface and then not letting it out.

Thought of that today looking at the PostSecret blog, one of the many, many heirs to the Apology Line fortune. What a fortune it is, it feels like the world's internal pain and pathos and doubt is bursting through its seams.

Aren't all those other kinds of blogs, the livejournal kinds, the blogger kinds, versions of the Apology Line? maybe this one, too, occasionally, through semaphore, misdirection, reading between the lines.

Though PostSecret is head and shoulders above most. A bracing storm of shame.

Posted by dbrown at 03:33 PM
March 16, 2005
History of History


When K. and I were in Tokyo in 2003, we saw a curious Hiroshi Sugimoto show, L'Histoire de L'Histoire, up in the glass-block aerie of the Maison Hermès. Curious in a few ways, but none more so than the architectural model for a half-buried shrine, its underground window lined up with one of his seascapes. It turns out Sugimoto realized the scheme, a re-vision and reconstruction of an ancient shrine -- see above. Though I can't find the image of the view out to sea.

The town or prefecture or what have you has a nice interview with the artist about the shrine and, later, about his manner of working. One of my favorite parts is a quote from a turn-of-the-millenium poet, on reaching another shrine:

"I do not know what is here, but my tears flow in gratitude."

This is the essence of pilgrimage, I think, and have felt it a couple times; hope to a few more.

Then, at the end, Sugimoto talks about his standards, the extraordinarly high bar that is so palpable in his photographs.

"I began making art in my twenties, and I set a certain standard for myself at that time. I began the Theater and Diorama series at age twenty five, and that was when I set the standard for the rest of my life. I have continued to follow it without deviating ever since. I cannot explain why it happened like that at the time. I have several ideas about what I will do from now on, but until they reach a certain standard they will not become works of art. I do not know myself what will happen."

Posted by dbrown at 09:39 PM
March 15, 2005
An even softer whisper


We learn from boingboing today that Judith Scott, who I found out about only a month ago, has passed on. If you didn't look then, look now.

(is death the only thing I post about these days? death and art, doing their dance.)

Posted by dbrown at 04:26 PM
The Picture Press is Dead


What I've learned this month is that the best photographs being made are all hidden in photo agency websites. You wonder where the good pictures are, that's where they are. Like this story about the houses left in Aceh province after the tsunami, shot by Tim Hetherington, for/through Panos.

Posted by dbrown at 10:57 AM
March 14, 2005
Two Stories about Damien Hirst

I skimmed the Times lovefest about Hirst on the train this morning, but then went back to read it again after finding this Times of London story covering the same ground (via How We Work via mefi).

NY Times: "He readily admits that, as in the case of many artists working today, while his hand is involved in every painting, some of his assistants - most of whom are trained artists - do some of the painting for him. "I have a great team," he said."

Times of London: "The teams of assistants do most of the bread-and-butter copying — "If it was me I'd paint it monochrome and stick a fag packet in the middle" — and Damien patrols the results, jazzing up this and that: a dab here, a daub there. He's just been working on the blood pouring down from a football hooligan's face and takes me over to inspect his handiwork. He's been adding glazes. Making it look more bloody.

Don't the assistants get upset when he dabs about with their paintings? Doesn't he sometimes spoil what's there? All the time, he giggles, proudly, but they are not their paintings, they're his. And to ensure this is clear, he swaps the assistants around from picture to picture so nobody is ever responsible for the whole thing. Smart strategy."

Posted by dbrown at 02:57 PM
March 13, 2005


When the Tibor Kalman retrospective was up at the New Museum, back in 2000, a friend gave me a souvenir chocolate bar, which I have treasured and/or displayed ever since. The mouse got to it over the weekend. Chocolate and Tibor now both safely in heaven. May they both rest in peace.

I have always meant to write about Tibor here, as glancing as my meeting with him was, he is an outsize force. What would Tibor do? Well, Peter Hall's book is a good place to start with that one. I went looking for the illustrated "lives" piece Maira K. did after Tibor died, but can't find it online; instead, there's a New Yorker lecture and slide show she gave in 2001, which is about her, not him, but he peeks through and she is plenty interesting.

I also found this set of quotes & links about Tibor, his career, his beliefs, his death. Half of the links are themselves dead, which is perverse and funny. The Web is as fragile as we are.

Posted by dbrown at 05:51 PM
March 12, 2005
Here, let me help

Overheard in Brooklyn:
Mail carrier, on her cel: "Well what would be better, being divorced?"

Posted by dbrown at 02:08 PM
March 08, 2005
Dept. of Cultural Relativism


Brutal anti-landmine ad, set at a nice girls' soccer match. (wmv file) The ad is brilliant in its way, but also leads me back to Juan Cole's If America Were Iraq post.

If two is a trend, then the trend is the teetering brink of American exceptionalism.

[oh, that sounds weighty and self-important. It is meant only to frighten.]

Posted by dbrown at 01:34 PM
March 06, 2005
your little house deep in the desert


You may remember the Spring 2002 number of Cabinet, the Property issue; for a penny (I think), you could buy a Cabinet-magazine-page-size piece of land in the desert outside Deming, NM. The magazine held on to other parts of the their ebay-bought parcel ("cabinetlandia") for future projects. One of of those has been realized, the Cabinet Library, by a reader, Matthew Passmore. "The arced wall is approximately 15 feet long on either side of the cabinet. As viewed from the backside, the library appears as a gently-sloping mound rising from the desert floor, and is almost entirely camouflaged from view."

Borges: "My solitude rejoices in this elegant hope."
Cohen: "You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record."

Posted by dbrown at 02:27 PM
March 05, 2005
overheard in new york

6th & 23rd, woman on cel: "He is so pumped on banking."
26th by the flea market: "Honey, shout if you see any glass animals"
j. crew salesguy, lacing shoes, to me: "Do you go under first?"

Posted by dbrown at 02:07 PM
March 02, 2005

Google says:
Results 1 - 10 of about 2,890 for "my mom's blog"
Results 1 - 10 of about 314 for "my mom reads my blog"
Results 1 - 10 of about 65 for "my mom found my blog"

Results 1 - 10 of about 1,040 for "my dad's blog"
Results 1 - 10 of about 77 for "my dad reads my blog"
Results 1 - 8 of about 18 for "my dad found my blog"

Posted by dbrown at 06:36 PM