This is a great example of a book trailer done well.|
Also, Dash Shaw’s new graphic novel begins with a scene at the Museum of Natural History, so yes, count me in.
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New School cartoon. This was fun to make. Music by Lily Benson and Doron Sadja. Thanks Lily & Doron!
Here’s an especially nice piece about one of my spring ‘13 projects.
In seventh grade, we read The Catcher in the Rye. One day, Ms. C. handed out xeroxed maps of New York City and asked us to trace Holden Caulfield’s path through New York. We did. “Do you see the pattern?” she kept asking excitedly. “Do you see what it’s all pointing to?” No one did. “He’s heading home! He’s circling around home!” she finally shouted, exasperated. We were collectively underwhelmed. I suspect Holden Caulfield might have been, too.
Maybe our teacher was onto something, though: in a sense, she was urging us to do the same thing Becky Cooper conceived of in her collaborative art project Mapping Manhattan, now collected in a book. A range of New Yorkers—artists, writers, thinkers, kooks—present maps colored (in some cases literally) by their personal experience. The results are as wide-ranging and fascinating as one might expect. None, that I can see, are leading to the author’s childhood home—but then, if memory serves, I only got a B+ in that class.
My front row view of Nick Cave’s HEARD•NY - truly one of the most magical things I’ve ever seen.
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Emile Savitry, Anton Prinner in his studio, next to his sculpture “Woman with big ears”, Paris, 1946
Recommended listening.
Reverberation #48
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1. The Soul Four - Misery
2. Jimmy McCracklin - The Drag
3. Freddie King - The Bossa Nova Watusi Twist
4. The Fabulous Denos - Once I Had A Love
5. Gary U.S. Bonds - I Want to Hollar
6. The Beatles - I’m Happy Just To Dance With You
7. The Spinners - Sweet Thing
8. Otis Leavill - When The Music Grooves
9. Georgie Fame - Yeh Yeh
10. The Stratfords - Never Leave Me
11. Marie Kaigler - I Am The Oppressed (read by Jim Reese - Detroit, MI)
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51 Criterion gives three reasons for their new Special Edition of Terrence Malick’s Badlands.
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The latest Wacky Drawing from the Criterion Collection e-newsletter.
Rose champagne was the intoxicant of choice for courtesans and kings. Beautiful, expensive, and rare, it was beloved by the grandest of the grandes horizontales of nineteenth-century Paris—and the men who could afford to love them. There was apparently no slaking louche women and their lust for pink bubbly.
To find out what the very best rose champagne tastes like, I was invited a few months ago to Istanbul, that watery palimpsest of lost civilizations, where the house of Dom Pérignon was hosting a boondoggle and a bash on the very edge of Europe in honor of their latest creation, a true beluga of bubbly. If each vintage has its distinctive hue, the glass of Dom Pérignon Vintage 2002 that I contemplated in solitude was a mysterious shade of amber. “The Dark Jewel,” Richard Geoffrey, Dom Perignon’s present-day chef de cave, has dubbed it.
Trust me when I say what I drank that day was ineffable. Robert Parker, doyen of American oenophiles, has given it an almost unheard of rating of 98. At Sherry Lehman on New York’s Madison Avenue and Berry Brothers in London—the first shipment, at $5,000 a case, was snapped up in an hour. I can only assume that in the flesh pots and boudoirs of the two greatest cities on earth, “bad girls” have been having “a good time.”
-Excerpted from “That Intoxicating Pink,” by Peter Foges; Lapham’s Quarterly (March 2013)
Monica Vitti
“…we have been visiting a number of petroglyph sites out west in the United States, including images of animal hunts and atlatl-throwing etched into the rocks outside Las Vegas, of all places…
These sorts of sites also always make me think that we cannot be far away from having easily deployable, personally affordable, field-rugged 3D milling machines capable of carving petroglyphs of our own into hard rocks anywhere in the world. Set up a Petroglyph National Sacrifice Zone or a Petroglyph Park on private rocky land somewhere in the Peak District or the mountains northeast of Yuma and build up the scaffolding for your inscription robot -slash- writing machine, and a future mythology of rock glyphs might emerge, carved two inches deep in solid granite.
Literature becomes a place you visit, a rock-carving district of canyons and massifs tattooed with bands and sprays of plots and character arcs. Shelled, self-repairing robots chisel all day and night, GPS-stabilized and surrounded by clouds of rock dust. Goggled supervisors—librarians of geology partially deafened by chisels—wander the site, preparing themselves to someday lead tours through this labyrinth of glyphs and words.”
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1 The Little Indian 50 Bambino is back from paint and nearing assembly. The painted tins turned out better than they were from the factory and the seat is near perfect. We’ll be cruising this one around the shop soon.
This is exactly what I’d like for my 30th birthday.
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