Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: alexy titarenkov, anthro, art, cities, future gutter status, georg simmel, russia, shadows, the man who lived underground, the uncanny
I came across these gorgeous images from Russian photographer Alexey Titarenko’s City of Shadows series some time ago, and was reminded of parts of an old anthro essay. A year later, the mad doubling ad tracings remind me of Freud’s Uncanny too. There’s smoething very paradoxically comforting about swathing/draping yourself in grey, no? I’m thinking of a very specific collection, but can’t for the life of me remember which.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: art, cities, jotunheimen, martin adolfsson, palestine
| I came across these scenes by Swedish photographer Martin Adolfsson at the artist and his model today, some of them gorgeously expansive and near-sublime. I love the lack of people and utter emptiness in many of them, as well as the suprising immediacy and use of colour. Above is a diptych from Palestine. Born and raised in Gothenburg, Sweden, he now lives and works New York, mainly shooting portraits, features, travel and advertising. |  |
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: art, capitalist casualties, cities, consumerism, d*face, macdeath, public art, street art, surveillance society, tattoos
Street improvements of the best kind? This is from D*Face in London, an artist who seems to tread the line between street art and commercial graphic design. I wonder if one always comes before the other? Some of his work is really sick though:
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“We love the city because it lets us down, We love the city not the suburbs that surround. We love all the dirty things, that lead us to think, that maybe true love could be found. We love the city because its how we live, We love the city cause it never loves us back. We love it all because sometimes, even though they’re hard to find, it contains all the virtues we lack.”
Phoenix was sunny and glassy. Glazed, even. I should be writing about castration Im getting really anxous now. ot flailing at anthro would be great too. Hear nothing, see nothing, say nothing on repeat too. I wish I still large-scale painted or just made art at all these days, apart from filling up that little square blackbook. Songs too, this is the last I could find and it was from december last year ouf.
