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Moving..

January 5, 2009

This has been a fun experiment, but it feels like time to switch things up a little. From here on posting will move to a new address.

Home sweet home

November 10, 2008

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A new cell phone tower, in someone’s backyard.

[pix by imagineering]

Mo better

November 10, 2008

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Odd handpainted sign relegated to a parking lot, Oakland, CA.

[pix by imagineering]

Advertising on advertising

September 14, 2008

[above images: original advertisements from the Metropolis Chronicle, published in Metropolis, Nevada, USA, July 15, 1912.]

Say cheese

September 14, 2008

The fabrication for the work Reclamation was a bit complicated and involved many discussions with the Fearless Installation Wizard, Ron Bernstein. Ron works as Coordinator Materials at the Jan Van Eyck Academie and is an artist also. Ron was amazingly generous with his time and experience in the many stages of producing the work, for which I’m very grateful. As he demonstrates in the above image, sometimes you just have to make a sketch with materials at hand.

[pix by imagineering, performative sculpture by Ron Bernstein]

Face of suburbia

May 7, 2008

I often feel a connection between architecture and portraiture when mingling in the built environment.

And further, in the making of a picture one tends unconsciously to portraitize any old object, i.e. to subtly anthropomorph one’s choice of composition.

These new ads for O2 take the two tendencies to a literal extreme.

[pix by imagineering]

Oddly compelling crapotecture

May 7, 2008

Somewhere along the line the ground floor of this building derailed, and an odd adaptation of bricking over and reinserting windows took hold. The results make this standard English-brick crapotecture almost interesting.

[pix by imagineering]

America?

April 17, 2008

An invisible building? Given the armature around the steel frame, I’d suspect this structure is destined for some large-scale advertising while the plot is developed. From Leiden, Netherlands.

[pix by imagineering]

Welcome to this friendly contemporary building

April 7, 2008

From somewhere in Rotterdam.

[pix by imagineering]

Super de boer

March 6, 2008

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An inspired product display at my local Super de Boer grocery store.

[pix by imagineering]

In the news (literally)

January 27, 2008

Ztohoven: this Czech art collective spliced a mushroom cloud into a live television news broadcast. You can see the footage on youtube here. The Guardian reports that “the artists sent shock waves through the Czech Republic in June last year by splicing footage of [an] atomic explosion into a live panoramic shot of the Krkonose mountains, in north-east Bohemia.” And now they’re going to jail, for, in part, “penetrating public space.”

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Newsbreakers: a multi-cell group of media activists who physically infliltrate local news TV broadcasts. One member of the team monitors the live TV programming, while speaking to other members of the team on-location via cell phone, directing them into and out of the live broadcast shot. They record video from the perspective of each member of the team, plus the TV footage, and post the compilation on their website. In my favorite clip, the “cheese ninja”, a Newsbreaker dressed as a ninja stands in the background behind a reporter while whizzing slices of processed cheese toward the camera. Original video here.

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Happy new year

January 1, 2008

Ok, I’m going to do one of those resolution things: a promise of 365 blog posts in 2008. Not a strict dose of one per day – because my life remains sans reliable internoodle – but 7 a week. And to make it a little more fun for us, if you catch me slacking on this promise of seven posts per sunday-to-sunday period, I’ll send you a cereal box.

A big thank you, cool reader, for stopping by! May it be a fabulous year of bountiful endorphins for us all. And as an awesome person wrote to me recently: keep it crazy.

Extreme screen identification

June 4, 2007

Where are we, exactly, when sitting in front of computer screens and the like? Where is “on” the net? Is presence entirely physical? Maybe just a silly thought, but I’ve been stumbling on articles recently about the oddities of networked communication – software engineers in India working for companies in New York adapting to the time zone of New York, even its culture and forms of communication, as a result feel divorced from their own environment.


From Bots on the Ground, at the Washington Post, by Joel Garreau:

“Last month, the Army announced that it would allow unmanned air vehicle (UAV) operators to earn the Distinguished Flying Cross, the high military honor awarded for heroism or extraordinary achievement while participating in flight.

When Greg Harbin was piloting one of the first Predators over Bosnia from his desk in Hungary, he wasn’t actively trying to become the first UAV operator in history to be awarded a medal. He was trying to avoid becoming the first UAV pilot to incinerate a schoolyard full of children.

The then-32-year-old Air Force captain’s bot was “dead square right over the city” of Mostar, looking for snipers, when its engine conked out. As it spiraled down, still carrying 2,000 gallons of fuel, Harbin could see on his screen, through the cross hairs of the nose camera, that “it was dead-centered on that school. If I’d allowed that thing to hit into that school, could you imagine?” he recalls. “I would be the first guy in the history of the world to kill somebody with an unmanned aircraft.”

Using the kind of fancy flying he’d learned as a fighter pilot, and only the 15 minutes’ worth of battery power he had left, he miraculously pulled the bot out of its spiral and found an airstrip run by the French. To make sure the barely-under-control bot didn’t hit all their transport planes, he intentionally crash-landed it on their runway. “The French were pretty funny on the radio. They didn’t know what it was. They videotaped the whole thing.”

But that’s not the significant part.

As he was struggling to bring the bot down without an engine, he could see “the ground coming real fast.” He dropped the landing gear, flared the wings, pushed the stick forward and then started fumbling around at the bottom of his desk chair.

He had bonded so tightly with the machine hundreds of miles away that he was searching for the lever that would allow him to eject.”

Superlative necessity

April 4, 2007

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Some interesting musing on the decorative has been going down at things magazine. Things asks “What is the New Decoration?” and references an intriguing tome titled Patterns in Design, Art and Architecture. Things writes that “digital pattern isn’t merely about cloaking or concealing technology, it’s about expressing technology.” I suspect that sentence is going to bug me for a while, I’m not sure what expressing technology means. Woodblock printing was a technological development over a thousand years ago and it must have been deliriously technological to print with moveable type in the 1400s. But of course when we say technology we generally mean our own most recent technological developments; as Brian Eno has said, “Technology is the name we use for things that don’t work properly yet.”

It does seem like there is a new attitude toward decoration, a desire to embrace it’s extrusions from our latest techno toys. The artworld is perhaps loathe to consciously acknowledge this, but despite all insistence to the contrary, white cubes feel like little decorative temples – boullion cubes of pattern.

[Top image: photo by Johnny Magee, 2006]

Dirty jennies

March 14, 2007

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This is the scene at seven in the morning in the main square of Aalst, Belgium, after the third day of the annual carnival. The town is entirely boarded up – trees and shop-fronts boxed in with plywood – in preparation for the “dirty jennies.” These are men dressed in some weird interpretation of women; cartoon hosiery, skirts and wigs, makeup, all noise. It’s like an inversion of Mardi Gras, with the men as women, wearing fake plastic strap-on tits and heels. It doesn’t really work in reverse, there isn’t a spectacle of women dressed as men. Instead the sight of women dressed like their dates – also made-up in this strange fiction of feminity – is so much more loaded. This last morning is definitely my favorite moment: the post-apocalypse, the historical square in lurid ruins; the energy of the night before spent, in piles of trash and furniture on the streets, and the momentum inverting as the bulldozers and cleaning crews swept through, putting out the fires.