Always inspired by the works I see for the first time here.
There are always at least several that stand out, unexpected, in the three floors of the museum divided usually into four themes/photographers.
BIASIUCCI / PALADINOCASA MADRE
FERRANTE FERRANTI, "ITINERRANCES"
L’ŒIL D’UN COLLECTIONNEUR: SERGE ABOUKRAT, DU CLICHÉ-VERRE À PHILIPPE HALSMAN
COSTA-GAVRAS, CARNETS PHOTOGRAPHIQUES
The other day I was having a conversation with a friend, in
France and in French. I noticed a little while into the conversation that I was
struggling more than usual with my vocabulary. Am I tired? Is it the wine? But
no, I realized we were talking about things that we had never really discussed
before- and so I was being challenged to find words and put together ideas that
were not in my current repertoire.
So this made me wonder two things. The first: do we always
talk about the same things? Are we always going over the same subjects on
different days as time goes on and on? (how boring)
And the second: when I’m having conversations with friends
or family in English, my native language, do we also limit ourselves to certain
subjects? Limiting our vocabulary and our education by sticking with the same
subjects and formats and stories? This would be less noticeable because we
don’t question our understanding of our native languages, but it is no less
dismaying.
I think that both are probably true. After all, once we know
each other there is less searching and wondering. We learn from each other at
the beginning and then become part of each others worlds, thus absorbing their
vocabulary and their subject matter. If the people in our lives are not very
different from us, we don’t have to stretch our minds very far to meet them. If
we encounter someone very different it can often be intimidating to have a
conversation with them because we can’t participate at the beginning. We have
to listen first, and learn.
So we can either stay in a comfort zone of similar people carrying
on similar conversations, or we can seek out new people with different
experiences and different vocabularies and different conversations. By doing
the later, you learn and absorb and are enriched. But you have to be willing to
ask questions, to not know everything, to be vulnerable.
But what you get from it is the gratification of a new
friend, a new perspective, and new conversation to share with an old friend.
from emerson on transcendentalism
"A man's power to connect his thought with its proper symbol, and so to utter it, depends on the simplicity of his character, that is, upon his love of truth and his desire to communicate it without loss."
Remember "Her Famed Good Looks"? (HFGL) video
I think they shut down the site a while ago for copyright issues- every editorial listed alphabetically by model, including all the way back to Jean Shrimpton and Penelope Tree.
this is the new home, as a tumbler blog: http://hfgl.tumblr.com/
The experience is very different, not as organized or as focused. You can still search by model if you go to the so-labeled tab at the top. graphically less nice. It's ok.
Maybe best to go way back in the archives. Ignore the Simpsons posts. Unless you like looking at Simpsons stills. But have a look.
I think they shut down the site a while ago for copyright issues- every editorial listed alphabetically by model, including all the way back to Jean Shrimpton and Penelope Tree.
this is the new home, as a tumbler blog: http://hfgl.tumblr.com/
The experience is very different, not as organized or as focused. You can still search by model if you go to the so-labeled tab at the top. graphically less nice. It's ok.
Maybe best to go way back in the archives. Ignore the Simpsons posts. Unless you like looking at Simpsons stills. But have a look.
I am really moved to go here:
Switzerland : Ticino Mogno village church San Giovanni Battista designed by Mario Botta
Switzerland : Ticino Mogno village church San Giovanni Battista designed by Mario Botta
more great images here
and the architect Mario Botta's other funky work
including this:
WELLNESS CENTRE “BERGOASE”, AROSA, SWITZERLAND 2003-2006
see some of his sketches here
I've also been dying to go to Lausanne. This is what the journey looks like by bicycle:
When are words enough? When do they suffice to express
the things inside the gut and inside the mind? Inside the heart.
When taking great care to select them, arrange them, and feel them
swirl around in your throat, slide across the tongue and
exit into the world.
The physical sensations in my body overlap with my emotions
like the boy's outstretched arms grasping at the hen whose explosive
wing pump of liberation cast a shadow monster
on the stucco wall in the bright sun of the southern hemisphere.
Conditional factors can't be hypothesized
we can only watch the bird being gathered back up into the boys retracting arms
or the feathers neaten into a linear vehicle of escape.
for their shadows to fall upon other encounters and
create monsters anew.
I thought I had a quarter in my pocket.
I wanted to light a candle
They're majestic aren't they?
Get a picture with me right in front while I light the candle
oh but damn I don't have a quarter.
Get the whole thing, all the way up to the top.
Are you getting the whole thing?
That very tippy-top candle?
_
What do we visit a church for?
A cathedral built for the worship of a God we regard skeptically
and whose name we take in vain.
If you get a shiver of emotion upon entring,
which heart string is being pulled?
Is it a testament to Man who built it?
Faith that inspired it?
Self congratulation for being there?
Gratitude for that moment?
Awe.
Boredom.
Flippancy.
Nostalgia.
Curiosity.
_
What would the men who built it think of the world surrounding today.
photo Jean Gaumy: October 1980. Pilgrims standing in front of the cave. Lourdes, France
I wanted to light a candle
They're majestic aren't they?
Get a picture with me right in front while I light the candle
oh but damn I don't have a quarter.
Get the whole thing, all the way up to the top.
Are you getting the whole thing?
That very tippy-top candle?
_
What do we visit a church for?
A cathedral built for the worship of a God we regard skeptically
and whose name we take in vain.
If you get a shiver of emotion upon entring,
which heart string is being pulled?
Is it a testament to Man who built it?
Faith that inspired it?
Self congratulation for being there?
Gratitude for that moment?
Awe.
Boredom.
Flippancy.
Nostalgia.
Curiosity.
_
What would the men who built it think of the world surrounding today.
photo Jean Gaumy: October 1980. Pilgrims standing in front of the cave. Lourdes, France
listening to a BBC global newscast, the correspondent in Mali was taking a moment to witness the sunset over the river Niger citing it as one of the most beautiful sights he's seen. I was curious to see the effect of this particular couché du soleil. Here are some of the images. I would love to see this. And perhaps bring some tourism back to the area that has been abandoned by international visitors due to the unrest in the country.
I love these that show the silhouette of the Fishermen, which is the prominent economy of the river.
The river Niger has its source in Guinea and runs North through the Sahara (Mali, Niger, the border of Benin) before roaming back down to the Atlantic in Nigeria
The art of turning something we see everyday into art. I remember on a trip to Prague there were amazing band posters all over the streets and I tore them down to save them. I have no idea where they are now, but I wish now I could find them and plaster them to something just for the sake of living on.
the idea of second life
reinterpretation
composition
ripping deconstruction to make something complete, constructed