I keep coming back to Frank’s masterpiece. For those yet to be acquainted with it, this short piece is about as good as any introduction.
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Obit from Dangerous Minds
Birthday, a 1942 self-portrait
The great painter Dorothea Tanning died yesterday in her sleep at the age of 101. Tanning, who was married for thirty years to Surrealist Max Ernst, was herself part of a small cadre of female Surrealists (Frida Kahlo, Leonora Carrington, Kay Sage, Lee Miller, Maya Deren, Remedios Varo, and Leonor Fini) judged by history to be as equally interesting as their male counterparts.
Jerry Saltz, writing about Tanning today on Vulture:
In her memoir, we hear how she and Ernst fell in love while playing chess, how the two of them lived in Arizona before moving to France, of their double wedding with Man Ray and Juliet Browner, of her friendships with Picasso, Breton, Magritte (“sweet”), Duchamp, Tanguy, Truman Capote (“a neat little package of dynamite”), Orson Welles (“scowler”), Joseph Cornell (“the courtly love of the 13th century troubadours”), and how she designed sets and costumes for the great George Balanchine. Noting how pleased she was that Ernst never called her “wife,” she observes, “He was very sorry about that wife thing. I’m very much against the arrangement of procreation, at least for humans. If I could have designed it, it would be a tossup who gets pregnant, the man or woman. Boy, that would end rape for one thing. And ‘woman artist’? Disgusting.” She writes about being alone on a bus in Chicago and deciding, with no plans or place to live, to go on to New York. There she “ate curry powder sandwiches, took Hindu dancing, read the ‘Bhagavad-Gita’ and Emily Dickinson, impartially.” In 1936 she saw the MoMA show “Fantastic, Dada, and Surrealism” and recalled that “here, here in the museum … are signposts so imperious, so laden, so seductive, and yes, so perverse that … they would possess me utterly.”
Tanning’s memoir, Between Lives: An Artist and Her World was published in 2003.
And … the backlash has already begun. It’s pop, of course, but musically interesting and (dare I say?) edgy pop at its best. But listen yourself and make up your own mind. …
I just finished having a ton of fun DJing the last set of the evening at Dancing Under The Winter Stars, put on by the consistently awesome Latitude 53 gallery.
For Edmontonians reading this, I highly recommend checking out their Parka Patio party happening February 18. It’s great to see someone stepping up and showing that winter in Edmonton can be cool, not just cold.
For you trainspotters out there (an appropriately retro word for this playlist I hope), here’s my set from tonight.
Interesting not only from a visual standpoint, but also and maybe especially for Brouws’ accompanying essay.
Mantoani’s photos of photographers are particularly striking for posing the artists with their signature works. For me, this pairing inspired me to ask: does this person look like the sort of individual who would take that famous photo?
This clause in their terms of use allowing Instagram to use your photos any way they like is unfortunately common in a lot of social media and tech companies’ fine print. While it should come as no surprise, serious photographers should take note!
I’m digging A Place To Bury Strangers’ new video, shot entirely with the Hipstamatic iPhone app.
Admittedly, I’m a bit obsessed with Hipstamatic right now, having used it and iPhone Lens Dial almost exclusively to take photos in Cuba earlier this week. I’ll be posting those pics soon!