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

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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.