Duel & Duality

Jul 19

freezeframesandetcetera:

LA GRANDE ILLUSION (GRAND ILLUSION) - JEAN RENOIR - 1937

Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu’un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!


Jul 12
sullenmoons:

Anjelica Huston at age 18, by Eve Arnold

sullenmoons:

Anjelica Huston at age 18, by Eve Arnold

(via lobstrocities)



Jun 27

“This tendency to involuted abstraction is sometimes called “Marijuana Thinking”; and by the way, the so-called “Amotivational Syndrome” consequent to massive Bob Hope-consumption is a misnomer, for it is not that Bob Hope-smokers lose interest in practical functioning, but rather Marijuana-Think themselves into labyrinths of reflexive abstraction that seem to cast doubt on the very possibility of practical functioning, and the mental labor of finding one’s way out consumes all available attention and makes the Bob Hope-smoker look physically torpid and apathetic and amotivated sitting there, when really he is trying to claw his way out of a labyrinth. Note that the overwhelming hunger (the so-called “munchies”) that accompanies cannabis intoxication may be a natural defense mechanism against this kind of loss of practical function, since there is no more practical funtion anywhere than foraging for food.” Infinite Jest

Jun 26
noshedidnt:

Carol Torres

noshedidnt:

Carol Torres


Jun 21
Such a complete script, it must have had even catering instructions for the set.

Such a complete script, it must have had even catering instructions for the set.


Jun 18

They’re basically the same very good story of man hunting as a metaphor for something less exciting and more emotional, though it only be expressed through brooding. And only in The American he also hunts women, because George Clooney. Unfortunately, none of them went by the wise advice of a wise man: drop the “the”.


secondbalcony:

Buffy Season 6 was an extremely strong and very strict revival of the the early 1600’s Life is a Dream wave (like, Quixote and The Tempest and L'illusion Comique and Lo Fingido Verdadero and Doctor Faustus and La vida es sueño): failure of narrative + magic + illusion + pyrrhonian skepticism + melancholy + cyclicality + genre-switching + grief + metafiction + theatrum mundi. 


Jun 16
Sopranos, being more Breaking Bad than Breaking Bad.

Sopranos, being more Breaking Bad than Breaking Bad.


Jun 12

Paul Dano in Sopranos: already a mouthy little twat.



Jun 11
recspecs:

College photo of John Oliver, Richard Ayoade, and David Mitchell


Who’s the dude wearing a tie? I bet he’s rich and boring in a way that no one else in the pic is. If that’s the case, great CAUTIONARY TALE photo.

recspecs:

College photo of John Oliver, Richard Ayoade, and David Mitchell

Who’s the dude wearing a tie? I bet he’s rich and boring in a way that no one else in the pic is. If that’s the case, great CAUTIONARY TALE photo.

(via onechair-barbershop)


Jun 10

fartsy

Contemporary art - of all sorts, shapes, materials and nakedness - is generally a waste of space/time/air/sweat/body fluids. Its lack of focus, clear purpose and general subjectiveness can be seen as decoys to hide how devoid of proper brain work most of it is.

It’s easy to see/watch/be a part of of contemporary art. You just have to stare at something for mere seconds and, eventually, buy something to expose and improve the “smart” facade. When in need of saying something about your favorite piece of contemporary art, you can’t do wrong with “it’s a critic of capitalism/gender roles/religion/war/patriarchalism/whatever floats your boat, dude *sips expensive drink*”

But one must devote major chunks of one’s free time to learn, appreciate, discuss literature, film, music, etc. Enduring art demands from the audience almost the same level of devotion its creators dedicated to it. Think of any lasting piece of literature. It will take you some time to read it, but its wide scope will linger with you forever, if it tickles your sweet spots (it will, hence the “lasting”).

Now, consider a series of photos displaying an erect middle finger in front of iconic constructions, the infantile idea behind it and the amount of conversation it prompted. Sure, its defensors will say that context matters and Ai Weiwei context alone - limited freedom of speech in his country - is enough to justify the existence of his art. But isn’t that the same route taken by spoiled teenagers when they’re forbidden to do what they like by their parents? 

You can apply this argument to diminish the importance of almost all types of contemporary art. The ideas behind the tag are that fragile and laughable, so much so that I can’t remember a film or a book that acknowledges its existence without cracking a joke at it immediately. 

If a piece of art tells something about the times in which it was made, can you imagine the trouble future generations will have if they try to decode our times through blocks of steel rather than through Disgrace?

Installations, perfomances, most of these things look cute on a tumblr dashboard, but the physical space necessary to expose, the mumble jumble talk surrounding it, it’s all an exaggeration. These kinds of things are nice as an extra to more substantial stuff. For instance: set designs, covers of albums, magazines, books, to decorate living rooms and such. Its superfluous nature has to be treated as just that: superfluous, as details to more meaningful things.  

And yet, there’s not just “serious conversation” behind contemporary art, there’s also big bucks, a healthy commerce. The reason why it keeps going on strong it’s because it reaches to intellectually idle people, that can’t bother to waste time on more demanding art, but don’t want to be left out of “smart conversations”. So they inflate the importance of contemporary art as a shortcut to be cultural minded. It takes a trick to properly appreciate another one.


Sopranos out of context.

Sopranos out of context.


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