Saturday, December 31, 2005

happy new year

nonchalance

top ten stuff

van gogh drawrings @ the met
ed ruscha@ the whitney and national gallery
friedlander @ moma
eggleston infrared @ cheim & read(?)
sufjan stevens, come on feel the illinoise
the squid and the whale
sisterhood of the traveling pants, the movie
mark newgarden, we all die alone
christmas windows at bergdorf goodman
head-on

Friday, December 30, 2005

contemplating ostrichness


-- from a nameless yeast

My favorite of the Bergdorf Goodman windows, this one particularly resistant to capture in a single (or even multiple) photos. This is why I shoulda brought the Hassy and a tripod.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

brokeback benji


brokeback benji
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

In the Union Square dog park, uniondog.org. The white devil was insatiable in his power play over the black dog, who ran around in circles trying in vain to escape. Her torturer heeded not the cries of bigger dogs such as the red-eyed samaritain coming up the rear; even a huge sheepdog, out of frame, couldn't stop the music. Like a Bergdorf Goodman Christmas window, this can't capture the depth and density of such a tableaux, and in this case the world may be better for the failure of art to mirror life.

Thanks to Bunny for the title!

new york eye


new york eye
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Thursday, December 15, 2005

"it's for play"


"it's for play"
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

One of the many times we got lost in Memphis was down this side road that was part abandoned warehouses and part high-class condos under construction (the class divide seems really deep in Memphis). I saw a gorgeous sunset view of barren trees overlooking the Mississippi. my date stopped and waited in the car so I could take pix but after a few minutes I motioned her over.

There was a walkway atop a steep hill that overlooked Riverside Dr and ol'
Miss. We admired the view and sat on a bench like a coupla crazy kids and after a spell we saw a figure come up the hill (it was a lot like Vertigo except without nuns and death) and got up, figuring it meant no good. It was this crew-cutted immigrant carrying an unfolded cardboard box. three friends were at the bottom of the hill looking up at us. The immigrant looked at us and our silent questioning and said in a thick (hispanic? middle eastern?) accent, "It's for play - it's good!" I wondered what kind of play was he giving for his friends down there? When he finished unfolding the box he put it down, lay on it face down and slid down the hill, ending up halfway into Riverside Drive. He came up for seconds and the second time he didn't make the road but fell off near the bottom and didn't get up for a minute, but by the time we moved on we saw him limping up, ready for another turn.

e'en hillbillies


e'en hillbillies
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

out of order


-- from a nameless yeast

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

soul food


soul food
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

like I said, we got real real lost a few times.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

a hillbilly no more


a hillbilly no more
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

Two much-anticipated packages awaited me when I got home from work: my D70s, and Fantagraphics' brand new collection of work by Mark Newgarden, "We All Die Alone." So I used one to shoot the other - this is the first shot taken with my new toy. Instant professionalism, obviously.

The strip above appeared in the DC City Paper sometime in the late 80's/early 90's, when Newgarden shared the funny pages with the likes of David Lynch's "The angriest dog in the world" and Lynda Barry's "I am half-filipino and oh! Childhood!" I've tried to explain this particular strip to friends for years but had long lost my clipping, leaving the urgent humor of "Even hilbillies" lost to a generation. This cry of cynicism has perhaps been shed, if one can extrapolate from Newgarden's bio, which notes the artist is currently living with his woman in a building that once housed a Brooklyn funeral parlor. The fact that they reside in Kansas further attests to the strength of lurve. I have also perhaps shed my youthful cynicism and am looking for a former funeral parlor, perhaps in the Memphis area.

mp3s for fun and non-profit


january chow cha-chow chow chow
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.


the apricots, japanese girl group avec banjo and kazoo.
via mod-ified music

dranking songs from wynonie to the killer and back.
via locust st.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

grounded


grounded
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

From a test roll shot through my Zorki-4, an old-school Russian rangefinder with all sorts of mechanical quirks. I fogged most of the roll owing to a misunderstanding of the rewind procedure. But you can't fog freedom!

Friday, December 02, 2005

in a lonely place


in a lonely place
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

no photoshop was used nor animals harmed in the production of this picture.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

within a budding grove


within a budding grove
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

oh the wonderful music lately provided by the dedicated staff of filles sourires:

-one of many versions of serge gainsbourg's "harley davidson" posted recently, this one a trip-hoppy effort by one depth charge
-three selections from the ouevre of 80's euro-teen sensation (n.b.: racy!) Lio.

how you will sing and dance in many languages! a bientot!