Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Ressurecting the dead

And so it seems the expected happened.


It is true.


I have indeed neglected my tumblr site.


This was bound to occur, so it comes as no great shock to me that i did not finish what i set out to do. Something about a too hard basket rings familiar.


However i do feel remorseful that a proper goodbye was not conducted.


Though surprisingly, i found that it still holds a place in my heart and as lazy as i am with my writing and rambling i should not be so quick to start digging six feet just yet.


I have grasped onto the death rattles and wish to revive it.


Like disco. Only more pointless.


So in the hope that my fingers will one day walk again, i'll spare you the fundraiser and just give you the (not so) new and (probably will never be but one can hope) improved http://pennylaneblah.tumblr.com/




...but dont go holding your breath. My revival skills only go so far.




Monday, July 25, 2011

Is it just me or...

Are breasts in art becoming passé?

Have you ever been looking in some kind of fashion editorial, possibly an arthouse movie, a painting or more particularly a photo gallery and come across (all too often) some exposed breasts and think to yourself ..... I'm not sure if I care anymore?

Sure, it can be tasteful. Even purposefully not.
Some males out there may even be reading this post and think that theres no such thing as too much boob in the world.

But im not talking visual stimulation in the way that gets you kind of happy in the pants, but the kind of visually stimulating image that you get when you look at a womans breasts in an artistic sense and see a more three dimensional point of view.

As someone who is deeply influenced by photographers such as Helmut Newton, Ellen Von Unwerth and company, i am a huge advocate for nudity in art.
Particularly with the pretense of generating a certain strong, sensual atmopshere in a shot.

But lately the atmosphere has been clouded by a giant waft of something...well...stale.

Been there.

Done that.

Seen the photo.
 
As with everything that our present society likes to do by taking a good thing, briefly respecting it, smashing it into tiny little pieces and regurgitating it as an "original" idea - it has left me unsettled that even something as natural and organic as the feminine form is sucumbing to that very notion.

Are we not trying hard enough to evolve artistically anymore?
I find todays modern generation quite vapid and jealous of our predescessors.
Whether it be in fashion, culture, vernacular and, more importantly for this argument, art.
Which is ironic considering modern by definition is to be cutting edge, avant garde and forward thinking...

Sure there are many exceptions to my argument, but there is also a lot of evidence to suggest that we in fact have not moved forward in this area at all.  
It seems that every which way we turn people are trying fervently to be original and out do each other with the next 15 minute phase, but in twenty years time i doubt we will look back at any of these trends and images as iconic to our own era.

Are we too indifferent to be defined?

Is it the media?
I know, cue the groans. Yes it always seems like the media is used as an easy scapegoat, but after all it is a scapegoat for a reason, so im just going to go ahead and leave this thought right here because i think the media influences everything we do no matter how hard we try to deny it.

Is our fast paced society to blame for lack of originality?
Possible.
As a generation could we too busy and self-involved than we used to be in order to feed and breed from our surroundings?

Should we blame the post-90's fame-whore movement?
Is it that we now place more importance on the 'who' rather than the 'what' due to the ever popularising culture of the celebrity?

I mean using fame as a selling point has always been present in marketing of all facets, but living in a society when you can be famous for doing nothing at all appears to me that we have had a shift in where we think worthiness lies. So in saying this, could it be possible that the culprits are merely recycling whats already popular as a form of artistic license?

After all, you cant lose with whats already won.

And if its quick notoritity you're after, a nip-slip (especially done in that brooding black and white dahhhling) seems to be the quickest way to gain street cred and brownie points in photography class 101.

Or alternatively, has over-exposure (in all senses of the phrase) left us too desensitised to be left affected by how we view art?
Rather than my prior speculations, being that we are stealing already established ideas, is it more so that nudity and breasts in art are now just too... normal?

Evoking no significance that it used to.

As meaningless as a woman baring her legs.

That in itself is a perfect example.
We would not bat an eyelid in shock at a woman wearing a mini-skirt that practically shows what she had for breakfast, but back in the day that was percieved in a very different light both in society and in art.

Depending on your point of view, we may have or may not have evolved.

But my point is that whatever the source is, i am not sure i like where this is going.
There is nothing interesting about art that has become cliché.

I for one do not wish to be bombarded from all angles by a bare chest and a pensive look in monotone shot by every so-called 'photographer' desperate for a slow clap.

Behind every image should be a purpose.
And if you have nothing real to portray, then im sorry but i dont see anything deep about it at all...all i see is a nice rack.

And if i wanted just that, i would go to xnxx and be done with it.


That is all.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Homebake

ITS BACK BABY!

After a brief hiatus the ultimate showcase of Australian bands is returning to its home ground in the Domain and I must say I am pretty godamn excited about this.

I have many fond memories of this festival for many reasons. 
After all it was my first festival I ever went to at 12 years of age and was the moment I fell in love with live music, which to me was a pretty big deal.

All vital flaws within the Australian music industry aside, its good to see that this staple in the summer festival program hasnt been beaten by the growing techno-fest scene and other international act driven festivals.

It's integral that we keep supporting local music.

Not only are we the people the lifeline that the industry needs to keep growing in order to produce home grown talent, but festivals such as Homebake give Aussie bands something achievable to strive for and a way for people to appreciate music from our shores for a moment.

I'm also thrilled that Grinderman are headlining, so that also might have something to do with my enthusiasm...

So I'll leave you with a sample of what to expect my friends, because I know I'm going to see you all there ;)



Saturday, July 23, 2011

Ellen Von Unwerth

One of my favourite photographers.
Up there in the realm of influence presiding above most.

Ellen Von Unwerth captures eroticism with the perfect blend of femininity and fashion, all the while sauntering through the sands of coolness with an artistic flair that is distinctively hers.

I wish i could share everything i love about her here in the Galerie,
but there just wouldnt be enough time/room/energy for expression.

As always, I emplore you to discover her work for yourself.

- L.V.





 (Above: for those who think Gaga did it first...)






 


 



Friday, July 15, 2011

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Prise de la Bastille

File:Anonymous - Prise de la Bastille.jpg

This painting depicts the moment that Bernard De Launay, governer of the Bastille at the time of the storming of the Bastille on this day in 1789, was captured by the revolutionaries.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Love.


When Harry met Sally.





Shut up, its not a chick flick...

Sunday, July 3, 2011

10 Days



Another short film by Matthew Kalish.

Mojo Risin'

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end...





R.I.P Jim Morrison - 40 years ago today.


Monday, June 27, 2011

Ladies and Gentlemen, Leonard Cohen.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.

Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.



Leonard Cohen, Chelsea Hotel #2, 1974






Sunday, June 26, 2011

Synapse

Today I found a fantastic short film by little known US filmmaker Matthew Kalish.
Upon finding this one i found a few more and soon became unusally enthralled in every piece.
The talent this guy has is phenomenal.
He writes, directs, edits, acts in and composes the majority of his work.
Thought provoking stories and very character driven.
Simple yet complex characters that rouse the viewers to take
a closer look into the deeper human condition. 
And of course therein lies the problem with talent -
those who have it rarely get the full extent of the acknowledgement that they deserve.
So i felt compelled to pay it forward and put the clips out here in the rabbit hole.
Stay tuned for more.
Enjoy.




Friday, June 24, 2011

Le Smoking




Yves Saint-Laurent first introduced Le Smoking tuxedo suit in 1966 and has inspired an androgynous style that has been countlessly emulated in popular culture and in the fashion world ever since. At the time it was seen by many as having empowered women by giving them the opportunity to wear clothing that were worn by men with status and power.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Someone's earned their ruby slippers...



You don't need to be helped any longer.
You've always had the power to go back to Kansas.


Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Monday, June 20, 2011

Polaroid superstars


My new addition to the perennial wish list, especially where Helmut Newton is concerned, is his collection of Polaroids being released in book form come August 2011.
The following is a small preview of what to expect.
Enjoy. I know i will.








Monday pick me up

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Playboy, Activist and Rebel.


I awoke this morning with the news that Hugh Hefner's 25 year old fiancé had jilted him, in seemingly suspicious circumstances, just a few days before they were set to wed.

Now before dismissing this as some aesthetically tawrdy information straight from the Hollywood headlines of TMZ, I would like to point out why this is actually important and why you should care for poor ol' Hef.

First of all, there is no one alive in the world today like Hugh Hefner.

There has never been anybody in history like Hugh Hefner.

And there never will be anyone in the subsequent millennia to compare to Hugh Hefner.

Now before the haters judge the man, i strongly recommend you to ignore the  preconcieved stereotypes and check out this documentary by Brigitte Berman. 
It takes an insightful look into his life where you learn a side to him that the majority of people fail to recognise.

It not only deals with his infamous taste for extravagance and, might we say, fairer things in life..But also how integral his part in social reform over the past 50 years has been and how he has shaped the world with his contributions.
Here is a preview:



Now the basis of my argument does lie with this documentary, so lets call this blog entry an extended footnote. However, let me say/vent this.

When a man who has a) come from nothing, b) built an empire, and c) has contributed so much to society, decides to surround himself with an entourage of young, attractive women in lieu of succumbing to society's pressures for relationships that the status quo deem's as "normal", then I'm sorry, Suzie Homemaker, i say LET HIM.

As I am a woman, some might think of this point of view as strange.
One might say even blasphemous to the rules of feminism to embrace such masculine displays of hedonism.
But whatever the 'ism', personally I believe that Hugh Hefner is one of those who has in fact has opened new doors and provided the modern world with a wider perspective for women's liberties.

Sure the 1960's revolution for women's rights encouraged the ladies to get out beyond their kitchens and gain equality in the workplace and in greater society, but what he has done since the 50's is created a glossy printed wonderland that exudes an exclusive kind of sophistication that is shown synonymously with confident, strong women.
A view that not many media sources promoted back in 'the day'.

Some may think that this kind of influence not possible with just the meer publication of a nudey magazine, but you only have to see the rabbit symbol plastered around the world to realise just how persuasive this assocation really is.


And while some deem Hefner's role as an objectifier of women, i fervently disagree to the extent that in my eyes at the very least he has created an institution that allows a woman freedom to do whatever she pleases in an evironment that does not discriminate.

Now while he does not paint the perfect picture of monogomy, he has never claimed to have. While he does not change his lifestyle, no matter what society pressures are upon him, he always claimed the utmost respect for women and stands firm with his strong values.


In a harmless middle finger to the naysayers, the ones who preach that what he peddles goes against the moral fibres of the community; The ones who praise the hard working "family" men of the world that im sure have more dirty laundry and sexual perversions hidden behind their white picket fences than Hefner has ever aired, he has managed to keep his head above the rough seas of predjudice and stayed true to his character and mission statement of "if you dont swing, dont ring".



Precisely.



Strip away your dirty minds for a second (yeah thats right, you went there again didnt you...you filthy animals) and see the true meaning of the words.

If you dont like it, you dont have to.



Words to live by.



His Playboy lifestyle may have lived up to his creations namesake, but it never hurt anybody.

And the point being that while many deem this lifestyle a joke, through armies of peroxide femme's and lavish mansion parties he has marched on proudly with an air of nonchalance and a sense of humour that allows him to even take the piss out of himself every once in awhile.

Among those who admire him - who understand him - he has always had the last laugh. 

Up until today, this has been the case.


Back in December 2010, this sexual libertarian proposed to his 25 year old live-in girlfriend Crystal Harris in an uncharacteristic move that shocked those who knew him.


3rd time lucky maybe?
(For those not on the nose, this is not Hef's first attempt at marriage).

Who could blame this octogenerian rebel for one last shot at trying his hand at standard?

The picket fence.
The happy ending.
The cherry on top of a delicious life.

Sure, a potentially stupid move considering what 25 year old in their right mind would commit to an 85 year old for the right reasons? 
(But lets face it, i very much doubt he was marrying her for technically right reasons either...)

A life like Hefs, in a world like ours, who could blame him for wanting a buxom blonde beauty as his blushing bride?

It may not have been the ideal marriage by any means, but a grand gesture of commitment in the best effort that he can muster nonetheless.


And through following Hefner's life like i have, (as those who know me well see that i take an avid interest in those who strive to become more than their mold) i know this much for sure: he does nothing without love.

So to know that this reltionship wasn't meerly a facade, it does make me sad to think that after all the incredible things he has accomplished in his life that this may very well be one of the last things he is remembered for, especially among the aforementioned field of bleeting sheep. And that, unfortunately, is...well...being a gullible schmuck.

And this, my friends, is why you should care.

While he might live a fantasy life, he is still subject to reality.

A unique individual, but a human nonetheless.


Whether your jealous, sickened or indifferent of the man, no one should go through getting your heart ripped out just 5 days short of heading down the aisle.

Not at your age, and certainly not at the ripe old age of 85.

Not in the life you lead, and certainly not in the life he has.

So before you write this chapter of Hef's into your minds as his legacy and have a chuckle at his expense, realise that it's a heartbreaking day for someone who is not only rich is lifestyle but rich in heart, and that he deserves a lot more respect than what has been handed to him today by a 15 minute of famer.



But then again, maybe he has had the last laugh once again after all?

Grindhouse

Grindhouse: is a 2007 action-horror/exploitation double feature co-written, produced, and directed by Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino. The double feature consists of two feature-length segments, the Rodriguez-directed Planet Terror and Tarantino-directed Death Proof, and is bookended by fictional trailers for upcoming attractions, advertisements, and in-theater announcements.


Thankyou, Wikipedia...now watch.



And if you didnt like that, then we can no longer be friends.
Sorry.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Everglade

Something that has stayed with me since i first saw it many months ago.
A short video created out of footage taken whilst Kate Moss posed for the Fall/Winter 2010 Balmain campaign.
Like it. Love it. Watch it.