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July 13, 2007
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July 12, 2007
If I hear the word "Organic" one more time I'm going to puke. Too much sculpture appreciation.
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Favorites: Doris Salcedo and Zadok Ben David. So much for British art.
Then again, I'll include Judith Dean's Field. Fake land art. Bronze.
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Can't live without Circus Ponies Notebook Software ("Organization for Creative Minds") anymore. So glad I got a Mac.
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How to spot an IT consultant in an art class at a sculpture park:
"The title of the sculpture is Oracle. What does this remind you of?"
"Databases?"
"Greek mythology."
"Ah, right."
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July 10, 2007
Zizek
I had never seen Zizek in my life until last sunday. He was giving a lecture at the Ethical Society as a sort of commemoration organized by the Freud Society on the centennial of the publishing of "The sexual enlightenment of children".
I'm glad he said it himself during the lecture because I'd be too polite to mention this. Or maybe not. He said someone asked him to be that person's analyst and his reply was "Look at me! I'm a nervous person! I'm crazy!" and the person agreed and gave up. He is insane. But, or precisely because of that, strangely stimulating. He was a nervous wreck all through the lecture, scratching his eyes, ears and nose compulsively and read from a typed sheet all the way through with the occasional stop to illustrate a point. He has a funny eastern european accent that, conjugated with the enthusiasm with which he delivers his speech and matching and vehement wave of the right hand, makes you think you're at a retro communist rally.
But he is fascinating in the way he shoots theories at you like a machine gun, drawing examples from the most sophisticated of philosophers to quirky pieces of news. I'm not completely sure everything makes sense, it was such an intense experience that I'm still digesting it.
In one hour he managed to talk about: Freud (obviously), the Masturbathon, the myth of Dapnhe and Chloe, Shakespeare's All's well that ends well, Lacan, Hegel, genetically modified beans that don't cause gas, Kant, David Lynch's Blue Velvet, The Da Vinci code, Chinese translations, the Bible and the Catholic Church, Claude Lévi-Strauss and the north-american tribe that thought all dreams had sexual meanings except the dreams about sex themselves, Antigone, advertisements for sun screens, the myth in communist countries that everyone believed the secret information officers were the inventors and propagators of jokes about the government and a lot more I can't recall right away. All this to arrive, through a very tortuous journey, to a thesis - there were some collateral ones along the way - in which he states adults need sexual education even more than children because they know the mechanics but lack the knowledge that each of us must have his/her own personal fantasy on which to focus on while having sex.
Best quote of the night, while answering a question: "I have written about this on one of my books, can't remember which, there's so many of them."
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July 09, 2007
Celebrity Spotting (kind of)
Went to the Art Car Boot Fair on Sunday. A strange fair on Brick Lane in which artists sell weird items - Tim Noble & Sue Webster were selling signed toilet paper rolls -for symbolic prices. Among others, I spotted Gavin Turk presumably haggling over prices of his signed car boots and Bob+Roberta Smith painting letters on wood.
Gavin Turk is the fellow that got himself thrown out of art school because he submitted one single piece for his graduation show which was a metal plaque to hang on the wall saying "Gavin Turk studied here". Bob+Roberta Smith is in fact a man and not a pair. He paints signs and banners and launched an amnesty on bad art in 2002.
I got myself an Ian Monroe sticker but when I got home I realized the bastard - who is very nice and chatty, by the way - had signed it in the back and I wanted to stick it to my laptop. So now I am the proud owner of an unsigned piece by Ian Monroe and also of a star shaped bit of paper - signed.
Other than the general craziness and drunkenness going around the funniest stand/car was the one where you could shoot a spinning diamond skull and win prizes if you hit the big diamond on the forehead. There was also a fake diamond covered skull for sale for 1000 pounds. And a Kunst Clown. And people selling puzzle pieces by the ounce. Very weird and strangely frivolous.
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July 07, 2007
Seen at the counter of Skoob books. You can tell when someone starts a second-hand book business out of love: this very persuasive anti-impulse-shopping quote is inconveniently located by the cash register. I almost returned "Breakfast at Tiffany's" to its shelf when I read this.
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July 05, 2007
Fascinating how someone writing a straightforward, one paragraph long biography managed to squeeze in such a huge value judgement.
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July 04, 2007
Gormley
I'm not fond of Antony Gormley's work (for reasons a blog post is too short to contain) but Event Horizon, a major work that consists of casts of his own body on top of various buildings of London, sure makes cute pics.
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July 02, 2007
Several works from the National Gallery are hanging in the streets of London - it's the Grand Tour initiative and it's hoping to lure more visitors into the museum.
Holbein's Ambassadors is particularly fun since this public display makes it easier to see the anamorphic skull. It isn't easy to come this close to a painting in a museum.
I'm just sorry no one has defaced any of them. Artistcallt speaking, of course. Where are the Banksys, the Duchamps? Why hasn't any one stamped an HP logo stencil on it? Tss.
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July 01, 2007
This first got my attention.
Entering a little shop crammed with retro toys, I realized that was in fact a toy museum. A maze of little rooms in an old buiding holding spooky looking old porcelain dolls, antique toy soldiers, vintage robots, scruffy looking teddy bears and all sorts of victorian doll houses. Scary. Perfect setting for a horror movie, if you ask me. I should have never watched the Chucky movies. Can't stand the sight of a fuzzy channel on TV since Poltergeist either.
Pollock's Toy Museum on Scala Street, London
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